𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀

“As self proclaimed king of the fuckin’ castle in this gothic nightmare of’a city, I got a lotta connections.”  He’s tweeting while he’s talking, ‘#gotham #gotkypronite’.

She's angry. Furious, she's a pot of unbridled fury about the boil over. Yet here Roman is, gritting teeth together beneath his mask, trying to keep even more of his cacophony of laughter contained. "Come on, kitty. This ain't the funny pages, this ain't no fuckin' movie. You want revenge you're gonna have t'come an' get it. An' you're gonna have t'do a little better than just pullin' a Lion King."

He laughs, a genuine fucking belly laugh that just overtakes any snide comment for a minute. "You can't believe it? You kiddin'? I go through all o' them theatrics and you expect me to not bring it up-- Get fucked, kitty cat. Seriously." He wipes an imaginary tear away.

"Therapy is for pussy's with dead sister's."

"Oh I do love it when you get so fuckin' spicy with me. Don't worry kitty kat, I saw on the roman's face just how sharp them claws can be. I ain't scared. I got my own sharp toys."

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