𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 * 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺

chest   swells ,   all   of   his   displeasure   pours   out   in   a   heavy   sigh .   across   him ,   standing   on   crystal   shards   with   fists   lift   and   ready ,   a   new   catch ;   different   colors ,   different   style .   a   complete ,   total   stranger !   the   offense !   no   feline ,   no   spoiler ,   only   a   reason   for   his   blood   pressure   to   increase   pointlessly .   “   i   am   way   too   damn   old   to   start   again !   ”

were   the   crests   of   his   brows   not   fused   with   hard   coffin ,   they   would   sink   deeply .   rather   deeply .   a   crease   so   intense   only   the   feeling   of   being   bullshitted   would   forge .   oh ,   but   his   eyes—  the   sockets   had   turned   into   a   fierce   carmine .   “   y’told   me   you   were   with   your   wife   that   day .   ”

there’s a misdeed set on the table.   not his, but certainly gruesome enough to be. peeled faces of impactful gotham people, red handwriting on the wall before their blood parched:   𝙽𝙾𝚆  𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴,  𝙱𝙴  𝚆𝙷𝙾  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽  𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝙴,  𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂.   most remarkable hint of a clear - cut framing--- roman sionis had not equipped himself to fight back against the law. seizing him was painfully unchallenging. chains follow with a clink his every move as he reaches the visitation phone, seeming anything but amused.   “   i knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through.   ”

“   a   boy   needs   his   father .   ”   bitterness   impregnates   his   mouth   a   grimace   can’t   be   held   back .   the   disgust ,   the   resentment   tinges   his   every   word ,   he   can   taste   the   bile   at   the   back   of   his   tongue .   the   green - eyed   monster   is   a   long   old   acquaintance ,   but   not   one   he’s   gotten   on   good   terms   with .   “   ----that’s   why   i’m   skinning   both .   ”

the   building’s   lighting   scatters   as   christmas   lights   do .   a   festive - like   energy   his   men   are   using   to   empty   each   weapon   held   before   they   disappear   one   by   one   with   a   choked   shriek .   [ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 ! ]   had   been   the   opening   words   to   the   bullet   rain .   [  i   don’t   give   a   flying   fuck   if   you   hit   one   of   yours ,   just   get   rid   of   her .   now .  NOW ! ] .   within   the   soundness   of   his   office ,   beneath   his   broad   desk ,   he’s   found   loading   the   fifteenth   firearm ;   grenades   lay   homely   in   his   lap .   damned   all   who   enters .