@cvldthief

“  you are always leaving a mess for me to clean up, huh?  ”

The tail of the beast had done the most damage; it had smashed the windows of the first floor lobby upon his entrance, and then the furniture with its claws, seeking nothing more than pure uninhibited chaos- and Dr Curt Connors, that it knew had stayed in this hotel once before on honeymoon. Despite its connection to the professor, it had failed to find him, psyche retreating as its form retracts into something more familiar... to that of a common man. “Oh, Jesus...” His scrawny form stood, framed by the destruction, staring at the other in shocked horror. “Oh... oh dear...” 

❝  hey,  put  that  back,  ❞      there's  no  telling  if  the  oddly  dressed  man  will  understand  the  question  that  rides  along  poised  hands,  but  there's  no  denying  the  universal  sign  for    STOP    as  makkari  holds  out  her  palm  in  front  of  him.    ❝  —  that's  mine.  ❞    she  mouths  the  words  as  she  signs,  both  eyebrows  lifting  to  emphasize  her  point.

Leonard Snart has made a big mistake. The offense? Robbing a jewelry store in Gotham, Batman’s city. The vigilante swung to a vantage point above the shop, and fired his Batclaw at Snart’s pant leg.

"Your arrival was nothing more than a minor setback, Snart. Not enough to stroke your ego."

the grey man, a simple hitman who happens to be a published author

a  blink.  ‘  ...  can  i  help  you  ?  ’  hesitance  marks  his  tone  ,  and  it  is  only  somewhat  feigned  (  social  interactions  make  him  do  make  him  a  little  nervous  even  though  ,  funnily  enough  in  the  way  that  it  was  not  truly  funny  ,  staring  down  killers  does  not  ).