Whack job with a penchant for peeling faces.

Coated his throat... sat heavy in his stomach like a warm weight.

"You don't know, you don't how could you?" He hissed, trembling hands grabbing fistfuls of the others shirt, a moonlight glow sparking in the dark of his irises. "I am lost... I shouldn't have come I..." Paul trailed off as that painful hunger churned and twisted his guts, so close to the other he couldn't help but scent them, making his mouth fill with thickened saliva.

"I killed Joe Collie... I watched myself, saw myself pulling him in. It was an accident but... feeding off of him that... that was no accident."

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── There's a slight unease as Roman's unsure of where Paul really was mentally right now, but it's not something they haven't dealt with before. At more extremes when it came to the other rogues around Gotham so disposition remains calm. Even as the Paul seemed to blather on incomprehensibly.

Still, Roman offers back a slight shake of their head in disagreement when Paul insists he shouldn't have come. "No, this is the best place for you to have come. Especially like this." Insisted with a squeeze to the man's shoulders.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── There's a narrow of eyes at the mention of Bruce. "Like he's been there for you recently?" A scoff to emphasize the point that he hadn't been. Not that Roman knew whether or not Bruce knew that Jason was alive and running around Gotham the way he was, but they're just trying to get in his head really. To be seen as the better option at this moment.