#mascraless

You know, she never really got into these sorts of situations before she started working for Roman. It had, really, added both a sense of thrill and urgency to her life. Of course it probably had reduced her life by a few years, not that she really had much time to dwell on that, especially at this particular moment. Looked like he was high tailing it faster than she had reacted so that meant she needed to be hot on his heels unless she wanted to be punished for this whole fiasco that he had caused. Of course she was loyal to him to a fault, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. He could really move when he needed to which, of course, made it a little tough to keep up with him. Especially in these heels.

     “     hey , pal .     “     hardly a pal . doesn’t really like him . but that’s just the nature of the business .     “     i got a , uh . solid question to ask you .    “ 

@mascraless sent in a meme a million years ago. 

  oh how she wished this one would just stay dead.  out of all the villains so lucky to have nine lives, roman sionis didn’t deserve his.  he was a headache to deal with and a thorn in her side.  one of the many to foolishly underestimate her when she was not her feral self.  barbara ann and the cheetah were now one being.  but she doesn’t need her claws to rip apart this one.  that’s what words were for and like most men, all she needed to do was pluck at his ego for him to realize that interrupting her as she speaks was not the BEST of ideas.

      ❝ on a scale from one to ten, how angry does it make you that bruce wayne was able to make janus cosmetics a success and you get NOTHING to do with it. ❞     a pause, her voice crisp and cold.  nothing like how she portrayed herself to the public.     ❝ you are a guest here, black mask.  i suggest you keep quiet instead of interrupting me.  it usually doesn’t end well for those who cross me. consider your membership of the society revoked, along with any perks, like the money to pay your security since you haven’t QUITE been able to rebuild since your last jaunt in prison. ❞

                    “an ALLIANCE?” beneath the mask, jason’s brows rose in suspicion, gaze leveling with the other’s. he’d made use of roman before, and it was no question that it didn’t turn out FAVOURABLY for the other. naturally, this sounded anything but friendly -- in fact, it sounded like a veiled revenge attempt, but it was nary something he wasn’t UNFAMILIAR with. “what’s in it for me, blackie?”