The Big Man

@theblackmasks

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You all know who I am.

It’s about time I get back to business.

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The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

@mr-david-li

*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

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“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

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"Can't fix everything in the world. Just our little circle, hm?"

*He tried to reframe it positively, as the notion of it made him feel more hopeless.*

"M-Maybe we keep a good thing going today, yeah? We can uh... hit the streets on one of the missions, t-tonight. O-Or I c-can show you some of our new w-weapons in the range."

*He felt tired at the moment, but his first idea to shake off a bad feeling was to offer gifts or distractions.*

“Missions aren’t good for me I’m a one on one guy.” * he could torture someone even with his spasm and twitching, but missions were a liability one wrong hold down on his finger and he shoot his own men*”new weapons? That would be okay we have some down time with everything right li?” *He looked to him he liked to get his opinion for most things just in case he got in over his head.*

"Ah! O-Of course."

Kilroy gave a nervous chuckle to that decline. It made sense, after all, considering Roman's tastes.

Li looked up from his work, pushing his glasses better onto his nose.

...Yes, sir. I believe you have time, if that is, I don't join you. I can finish up your paperworks for today.

“Would you like to join us? I can do my paperwork before I go to sleep. I don’t want you over working yourself.” *His eyes blinked rapidly and he rubbed them* “I know you like to work of course but still.”

Li frowned. He didn’t want to put that on the time he now knew Roman used to recline and unwind. He did really need to catch up, and guns weren’t his forte anyway…

Alright. You’ve twisted my arm. I will give you a few sheets to look over. I’ll keep the rest.

He didn’t know why he agreed, but he found himself cleaning up his work to be moved back to his office. Perhaps Roman’s fervor that he’d come made him sentimental.

“Thank you Li.” *He smiled* “now new weapons I’m excited to see them.”

He gave Roman a small, discrete smile and stood up, tucking his clipboard and calculator under his arm. He went ahead to drop them off in his office, planning to perfectly time it to when Roman and Kilroy would leave the room and approach the elevator.

Kilroy perked up and clasped his hands, rubbing them mischievously.

“Yes, indeed! I’m sure all the flashy things you’ll enjoy, but I think I know just what will be your favorite.”

He gave a giggle and offered to link arms with Roman to escort him, more in a silly mood, now that he had his distraction from anxiety.

*He shrugged and took the offer of his arm he tensed a bit but relaxed trying not to embarrass himself or Li* “really now?”

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*He felt a shiver down his back at the electrifying feeling of holding on to Roman. No time to be giddy as a school-boy, Kilroy.*

“Mhm. I don’t want to give it away, but I think I’ve got your knack for guns down-pat! I can’t wait for you to show me your skills. You’ve always been a good shot.”

*He nearly skipped down the hall with him towards the elevator and pressed the button. He looked up at Roman with a big grin, admiring his businesses partner’s facial features and mask.*

“Ha.” *He smiles* “yes we’ll have to be careful so I don’t shoot someone though.”

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“Ah- That’s true… I can steady your hands.”

*He offered goofily.*

“It’ll just be the three of us, so hopefully that’s some relief.”

*The elevator opened and Li filed in first, holding the doors open for them. Kilroy did his little inside-outside door frame ‘dance’.*

*He stood in between the frame and let Kilroy do as he pleased. His own body made him do stupid things and he did not liked it to be brought out so he didn’t mind Kilroy and let him*

Kilroy seemed relieved at that, finishing quicker than he usually did when he felt rushed. Li mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him and made room for Kilroy to have a corner of the elevator.

Kilroy held onto Roman a little tighter, leaning his head on his shoulder for a moment.

“I’m glad you wanted to do this.”

*He nodded* “I am too. It’s nice to walk around every now and then.” *he didn’t mind the touching he had done a nice job with the name and they had acted as good business partners.*

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

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"Can't fix everything in the world. Just our little circle, hm?"

*He tried to reframe it positively, as the notion of it made him feel more hopeless.*

"M-Maybe we keep a good thing going today, yeah? We can uh... hit the streets on one of the missions, t-tonight. O-Or I c-can show you some of our new w-weapons in the range."

*He felt tired at the moment, but his first idea to shake off a bad feeling was to offer gifts or distractions.*

“Missions aren’t good for me I’m a one on one guy.” * he could torture someone even with his spasm and twitching, but missions were a liability one wrong hold down on his finger and he shoot his own men*”new weapons? That would be okay we have some down time with everything right li?” *He looked to him he liked to get his opinion for most things just in case he got in over his head.*

"Ah! O-Of course."

Kilroy gave a nervous chuckle to that decline. It made sense, after all, considering Roman's tastes.

Li looked up from his work, pushing his glasses better onto his nose.

...Yes, sir. I believe you have time, if that is, I don't join you. I can finish up your paperworks for today.

“Would you like to join us? I can do my paperwork before I go to sleep. I don’t want you over working yourself.” *His eyes blinked rapidly and he rubbed them* “I know you like to work of course but still.”

Li frowned. He didn’t want to put that on the time he now knew Roman used to recline and unwind. He did really need to catch up, and guns weren’t his forte anyway…

Alright. You’ve twisted my arm. I will give you a few sheets to look over. I’ll keep the rest.

He didn’t know why he agreed, but he found himself cleaning up his work to be moved back to his office. Perhaps Roman’s fervor that he’d come made him sentimental.

“Thank you Li.” *He smiled* “now new weapons I’m excited to see them.”

He gave Roman a small, discrete smile and stood up, tucking his clipboard and calculator under his arm. He went ahead to drop them off in his office, planning to perfectly time it to when Roman and Kilroy would leave the room and approach the elevator.

Kilroy perked up and clasped his hands, rubbing them mischievously.

“Yes, indeed! I’m sure all the flashy things you’ll enjoy, but I think I know just what will be your favorite.”

He gave a giggle and offered to link arms with Roman to escort him, more in a silly mood, now that he had his distraction from anxiety.

*He shrugged and took the offer of his arm he tensed a bit but relaxed trying not to embarrass himself or Li* “really now?”

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*He felt a shiver down his back at the electrifying feeling of holding on to Roman. No time to be giddy as a school-boy, Kilroy.*

“Mhm. I don’t want to give it away, but I think I’ve got your knack for guns down-pat! I can’t wait for you to show me your skills. You’ve always been a good shot.”

*He nearly skipped down the hall with him towards the elevator and pressed the button. He looked up at Roman with a big grin, admiring his businesses partner’s facial features and mask.*

“Ha.” *He smiles* “yes we’ll have to be careful so I don’t shoot someone though.”

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“Ah- That’s true… I can steady your hands.”

*He offered goofily.*

“It’ll just be the three of us, so hopefully that’s some relief.”

*The elevator opened and Li filed in first, holding the doors open for them. Kilroy did his little inside-outside door frame ‘dance’.*

*He stood in between the frame and let Kilroy do as he pleased. His own body made him do stupid things and he did not liked it to be brought out so he didn’t mind Kilroy and let him*

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

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"Can't fix everything in the world. Just our little circle, hm?"

*He tried to reframe it positively, as the notion of it made him feel more hopeless.*

"M-Maybe we keep a good thing going today, yeah? We can uh... hit the streets on one of the missions, t-tonight. O-Or I c-can show you some of our new w-weapons in the range."

*He felt tired at the moment, but his first idea to shake off a bad feeling was to offer gifts or distractions.*

“Missions aren’t good for me I’m a one on one guy.” * he could torture someone even with his spasm and twitching, but missions were a liability one wrong hold down on his finger and he shoot his own men*”new weapons? That would be okay we have some down time with everything right li?” *He looked to him he liked to get his opinion for most things just in case he got in over his head.*

"Ah! O-Of course."

Kilroy gave a nervous chuckle to that decline. It made sense, after all, considering Roman's tastes.

Li looked up from his work, pushing his glasses better onto his nose.

...Yes, sir. I believe you have time, if that is, I don't join you. I can finish up your paperworks for today.

“Would you like to join us? I can do my paperwork before I go to sleep. I don’t want you over working yourself.” *His eyes blinked rapidly and he rubbed them* “I know you like to work of course but still.”

Li frowned. He didn’t want to put that on the time he now knew Roman used to recline and unwind. He did really need to catch up, and guns weren’t his forte anyway…

Alright. You’ve twisted my arm. I will give you a few sheets to look over. I’ll keep the rest.

He didn’t know why he agreed, but he found himself cleaning up his work to be moved back to his office. Perhaps Roman’s fervor that he’d come made him sentimental.

“Thank you Li.” *He smiled* “now new weapons I’m excited to see them.”

He gave Roman a small, discrete smile and stood up, tucking his clipboard and calculator under his arm. He went ahead to drop them off in his office, planning to perfectly time it to when Roman and Kilroy would leave the room and approach the elevator.

Kilroy perked up and clasped his hands, rubbing them mischievously.

“Yes, indeed! I’m sure all the flashy things you’ll enjoy, but I think I know just what will be your favorite.”

He gave a giggle and offered to link arms with Roman to escort him, more in a silly mood, now that he had his distraction from anxiety.

*He shrugged and took the offer of his arm he tensed a bit but relaxed trying not to embarrass himself or Li* “really now?”

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*He felt a shiver down his back at the electrifying feeling of holding on to Roman. No time to be giddy as a school-boy, Kilroy.*

“Mhm. I don’t want to give it away, but I think I’ve got your knack for guns down-pat! I can’t wait for you to show me your skills. You’ve always been a good shot.”

*He nearly skipped down the hall with him towards the elevator and pressed the button. He looked up at Roman with a big grin, admiring his businesses partner’s facial features and mask.*

“Ha.” *He smiles* “yes we’ll have to be careful so I don’t shoot someone though.”

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

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"Can't fix everything in the world. Just our little circle, hm?"

*He tried to reframe it positively, as the notion of it made him feel more hopeless.*

"M-Maybe we keep a good thing going today, yeah? We can uh... hit the streets on one of the missions, t-tonight. O-Or I c-can show you some of our new w-weapons in the range."

*He felt tired at the moment, but his first idea to shake off a bad feeling was to offer gifts or distractions.*

“Missions aren’t good for me I’m a one on one guy.” * he could torture someone even with his spasm and twitching, but missions were a liability one wrong hold down on his finger and he shoot his own men*”new weapons? That would be okay we have some down time with everything right li?” *He looked to him he liked to get his opinion for most things just in case he got in over his head.*

"Ah! O-Of course."

Kilroy gave a nervous chuckle to that decline. It made sense, after all, considering Roman's tastes.

Li looked up from his work, pushing his glasses better onto his nose.

...Yes, sir. I believe you have time, if that is, I don't join you. I can finish up your paperworks for today.

“Would you like to join us? I can do my paperwork before I go to sleep. I don’t want you over working yourself.” *His eyes blinked rapidly and he rubbed them* “I know you like to work of course but still.”

Li frowned. He didn’t want to put that on the time he now knew Roman used to recline and unwind. He did really need to catch up, and guns weren’t his forte anyway…

Alright. You’ve twisted my arm. I will give you a few sheets to look over. I’ll keep the rest.

He didn’t know why he agreed, but he found himself cleaning up his work to be moved back to his office. Perhaps Roman’s fervor that he’d come made him sentimental.

“Thank you Li.” *He smiled* “now new weapons I’m excited to see them.”

He gave Roman a small, discrete smile and stood up, tucking his clipboard and calculator under his arm. He went ahead to drop them off in his office, planning to perfectly time it to when Roman and Kilroy would leave the room and approach the elevator.

Kilroy perked up and clasped his hands, rubbing them mischievously.

“Yes, indeed! I’m sure all the flashy things you’ll enjoy, but I think I know just what will be your favorite.”

He gave a giggle and offered to link arms with Roman to escort him, more in a silly mood, now that he had his distraction from anxiety.

*He shrugged and took the offer of his arm he tensed a bit but relaxed trying not to embarrass himself or Li* “really now?”

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The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

@mr-david-li

*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

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"Can't fix everything in the world. Just our little circle, hm?"

*He tried to reframe it positively, as the notion of it made him feel more hopeless.*

"M-Maybe we keep a good thing going today, yeah? We can uh... hit the streets on one of the missions, t-tonight. O-Or I c-can show you some of our new w-weapons in the range."

*He felt tired at the moment, but his first idea to shake off a bad feeling was to offer gifts or distractions.*

“Missions aren’t good for me I’m a one on one guy.” * he could torture someone even with his spasm and twitching, but missions were a liability one wrong hold down on his finger and he shoot his own men*”new weapons? That would be okay we have some down time with everything right li?” *He looked to him he liked to get his opinion for most things just in case he got in over his head.*

"Ah! O-Of course."

Kilroy gave a nervous chuckle to that decline. It made sense, after all, considering Roman's tastes.

Li looked up from his work, pushing his glasses better onto his nose.

...Yes, sir. I believe you have time, if that is, I don't join you. I can finish up your paperworks for today.

“Would you like to join us? I can do my paperwork before I go to sleep. I don’t want you over working yourself.” *His eyes blinked rapidly and he rubbed them* “I know you like to work of course but still.”

Li frowned. He didn’t want to put that on the time he now knew Roman used to recline and unwind. He did really need to catch up, and guns weren’t his forte anyway…

Alright. You’ve twisted my arm. I will give you a few sheets to look over. I’ll keep the rest.

He didn’t know why he agreed, but he found himself cleaning up his work to be moved back to his office. Perhaps Roman’s fervor that he’d come made him sentimental.

“Thank you Li.” *He smiled* “now new weapons I’m excited to see them.”

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

@mr-david-li

*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

temp-war-profiteer

*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

temp-war-profiteer

*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

temp-war-profiteer

*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

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"Can't fix everything in the world. Just our little circle, hm?"

*He tried to reframe it positively, as the notion of it made him feel more hopeless.*

"M-Maybe we keep a good thing going today, yeah? We can uh... hit the streets on one of the missions, t-tonight. O-Or I c-can show you some of our new w-weapons in the range."

*He felt tired at the moment, but his first idea to shake off a bad feeling was to offer gifts or distractions.*

“Missions aren’t good for me I’m a one on one guy.” * he could torture someone even with his spasm and twitching, but missions were a liability one wrong hold down on his finger and he shoot his own men*”new weapons? That would be okay we have some down time with everything right li?” *He looked to him he liked to get his opinion for most things just in case he got in over his head.*

"Ah! O-Of course."

Kilroy gave a nervous chuckle to that decline. It made sense, after all, considering Roman's tastes.

Li looked up from his work, pushing his glasses better onto his nose.

...Yes, sir. I believe you have time, if that is, I don't join you. I can finish up your paperworks for today.

“Would you like to join us? I can do my paperwork before I go to sleep. I don’t want you over working yourself.” *His eyes blinked rapidly and he rubbed them* “I know you like to work of course but still.”

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

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“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

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"Can't fix everything in the world. Just our little circle, hm?"

*He tried to reframe it positively, as the notion of it made him feel more hopeless.*

"M-Maybe we keep a good thing going today, yeah? We can uh... hit the streets on one of the missions, t-tonight. O-Or I c-can show you some of our new w-weapons in the range."

*He felt tired at the moment, but his first idea to shake off a bad feeling was to offer gifts or distractions.*

“Missions aren’t good for me I’m a one on one guy.” * he could torture someone even with his spasm and twitching, but missions were a liability one wrong hold down on his finger and he shoot his own men*”new weapons? That would be okay we have some down time with everything right li?” *He looked to him he liked to get his opinion for most things just in case he got in over his head.*

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

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“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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*Kilroy gave the smallest smile to see Roman join him. He glanced at Li to suggest that the man can come sit, but he seemed to deny the offer. He liked their company, but work always came first, and he had to catch up on the intel Roman requested of him. Kilroy looked back to Roman.*

"That's true. Just makes the extraordinary even more so. Humanity has a low bar, which is infuriating. Gets the arrogant more rowdy. Hard to escape. Hard to clean."

*He fidgeted with his pant leg.*

“Hard to clean yep.” *he patted his leg* “so many idiots.” *He mumbled to himself before he shook his head*

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

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“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

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*His eyes followed him as he readjusted. If he hadn't moved, Kilroy likely would have scooped him up in a hug. He still wanted to...*

"It... doesn't seem like there was an alternative, but, I don't think that's the case. I think you're stronger than most people. Most probably would have given up by now. But you didn't."

*He set Marty's report back on the desk. He'd sort it away later. He was already late, due to the button fiasco, but he was the boss. He'd rather spend time with Roman than make his rounds up and down the elevator, doing chores. He made the initiative to go and sit down at the couches.*

*Romans hand jerked up the empty water bottle and he sighed quietly throwing it away before he threw it* “hm maybe. Most people are just stupid though.” *He moved to sit with him*

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The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

@mr-david-li

*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

temp-war-profiteer

*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

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*He rubbed his arm anxiously, unable to stop himself from remembering the horrible memories of his parents.*

"T-That's very r-reasonable of you. Y-You're a very... calm and logical person, all t-things considered. How did you get to that?"

“You spend enough time locked in a room you realize you have two choices. Go crazy start screaming and break things…when you’ve tried that and no one comes and gets you out you start to use your head and look around for stuff to make a lock pick. I’ve been locked in a lot of rooms.” *He moved finishing off his water*

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

@mr-david-li

*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

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*He shook himself out of his rumination.*

"Apologies, I just... my Roman hated Janus with a passion. I am... happy for you that you didn't feel the same."

“Ah well thank you…I don’t blame him I hated it for a while but when it came to it I realized I didn’t have to just carry my parents legacies of Janus I could make it my own. And use it as a decent cover up for crime.”

Lasso Of truth on you bitttchhh! How shitty were your parents actually?

*He was quickly restrained* “…” *He tugged around for a bit before sighing* “my mother and father did not care for me. Even when I was dropped as a baby the did not maintain regular check ups for me so now I have myoclonus. My mother had me on strict diets that starved me as she was self conscious of her looks to the point she thought I was going to be uglier if I got chubby. My father left me alone for hours on end in his office when he had to bring me to show face at his company…” *he sighed and his head spasmed his leg slamming itself down* “I hate you.”

#black mask #only in gotham #dc comics rp #roman sionis #gotham rp #//this is an AU for Roman not all lore accurate

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

@mr-david-li

*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

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“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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"R-Really? That long? G-Gosh..."

*He watched him write. Gosh, he couldn't help feel a little flustered. He rarely got to see Roman work.*

“That long yes.” *He had liked ‘working’ at Janus which was mainly him staying in a office and being told to be quiet for hours on end but he got old cosmetic books and he had his fun*

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

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“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

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*His blush continued, but in something more sentimental and appreciative.*

"A-Ah, thank you, Roman. I don't think I could've done it without you. Certainly not without this brilliant idea! I-I... didn't know you were so good at business."

*He was catching on to the discovery that Li had made when he first saw the man's journal.*

“Hm well I spent a lot of time working with the Janus company even when I was a boy.” *He moved making sure the names were right and written before putting up the journal*

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The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

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*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

temp-war-profiteer

“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

temp-war-profiteer

*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

temp-war-profiteer

*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

temp-war-profiteer

*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

temp-war-profiteer

“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

temp-war-profiteer

*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

temp-war-profiteer

*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

temp-war-profiteer

“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

temp-war-profiteer

*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

temp-war-profiteer

“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

temp-war-profiteer

*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

temp-war-profiteer

*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

temp-war-profiteer

*Kilroy squeaked a loud squeal of excitement, jumping in place. Li squinted at the high pitch.*

"IT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS, ROMAN!"

*When his excitement died down, he blushed and got small again, fixing at the man's suit to try and reduce the damage he did by shaking him.*

"A-Apologies..."

“Nope you get this one you came up with the name.” *He nodded*

The one day of the financial quarter Marty hated. The day he’d have to climb his way all the way up to the penthouse to deliver his signed report on the warehouse’s efficiency.

Marty tucked the large stack of pages under his arm, and knocked on the double set of doors, expecting Kilroy.

@mr-david-li

*Roman fixed his masked and put down his pen as he walked to the doors opening them he thought it rude to at least not have a person open them for guest* “Hello. Marty yes?” *He had looked at everyone file to know their names that’s how less people ratted off on you*

The man paled and shrunk into his shoulders. He sputtered, unable to find his words to somehow confirm his guess.

“I-I… T-That… I-I’m Marty.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, too frozen to grab his packet.

“Ah good! I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Is that the quarter reports for the wearhouse?” *He took it from under his arm not so rudely but just to get the show on the road* “You make the shipment schedules and such?”

The suddenness and the unexpected enthusiasm felt like it jump-started his heart. He swallowed and shook his head slightly to make himself refocus.

“Y-You have? Yeah- Y-Yes, sir. I do uh… I do do that.”

He grimaced at his lack of better vocabulary.

“Yes, that is m-my- That is what I oversee.”

He glanced around the office, realizing that Kilroy wasn’t here at the moment. Great… Just his luck. Of course he wasn’t here today, when he needed him to be. But, maybe, this was more than the next best thing. He hadn’t really met Roman much, but this guy seemed… way more interested in business than he remembered.

“Ah yes you’ll excuse my lack of knowledge today I hope. Here come in I’ll check everything over and then we’ll take it from there how about that?” *He was glad the man did not want to shake his hand he didn’t think he could make a solid motion with his hand spasming* “would you like some water? A soda?” *He pointed to the mini fridge which had non alcoholic beverages he hoped it would cut down day drinking*

He hobbled inside, after him, timidly. He was good at this… He felt like a client of his own company.

“Oh, no worries, sir. Thanks. S-Sounds good. O-Oh.”

He blushed.

“A… soda, I guess.”

He certainly didn’t expect that to be offered, even though he’d choose soda over alcohol any day.

When he got a chance, he looked the man up and down. He seemed passionate, but very… civil. Calm. Marty was confused by this pleasantness.

*He moved to the mini fridge and took out a soda ‘Sprite’ holding it tightly as to not shake it up he handed it over as he walked to his desk and started to look through the report* “sit please.”

He noticed the firm grip, but only thought of it as how strong the guy was. He would bet those hands could break his skull, if he wanted… Don’t think about that, Marty.

“Thanks.”

He took the bottle and pulled up a chair in front of the desk. He sat down with a groan, and a firm plop. He rubbed his knee and looked ahead, waiting for their discussion.

“T-Thanks, also, f-for seeing me today. I uh… I thought Kilroy was in. I woulda paged y-you, if I knew.”

“It’s no problem for me at all men like you keep the place running. You’re always walked to come by.” *He looked at him as spoke and hoped even with his flat voice he would know that he was being sincere* “Kilroy is out today or is coming in later…” *He cleared his throat going back to the report* “now I like what I’m seeing here Marty I really do. There has been increases in shipments and time that’s good.” *He flipped through more pages*

He gave a small smile to the compliment. He never got an invite up here. Despite his position, he always felt like just another warehouse guy, not a leader.

“Thank you. Oh, that m-makes sense…”

Kilroy did seem more active at night. But at the throat clearing, he refocused on the task at hand, straightening up in his seat, and interlocking his hands to rest on his stomach.

“Y-Yeah? I mean- Yes, sir. We’ve been more in demand, it seems.”

He bit his lip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to interrupt and speak.

*He nodded* “more in demand in what capacity? Janus makeup or our weaponry” *He moves a note pad beside him he started to ‘write’ in reality he was just letting at least one hand twitch and go the page was a mess*

“O-Oh. Uh… W-Well, we have a contract going with the Penguin. S-So, that’s been keeping our standard guns flowing. But uh… yeah. It seems like people are starting to actually sell our makeup in stores. S-So, I don’t know the customer side of things, but uh… stores are certainly buying.”

He glanced at his writing. Hm. Bad handwriting. Or so he assumed.

“Good. For our makeup if we start to have a decline I want you to tell me okay?” *He flipped his gloves his his hands and stoped papercuts* “no major injuries with loading up trucks? I know that what is written but I hope that is true.”

“S-Sure thing, boss. I uh… know it’s been a long time coming f-for Janus. This is our first breakthrough in years.”

He watched him put the gloves on, subconsciously worrying if that meant he was going to get beat up. He nervously chuckled.

“Heh, yeah, it’s true. We haven’t had any workplace casualties, thankfully. I uh… I get sweeping duty. So, I’ve noticed that we might need to prevent more debris from falling onto the floor.”

“Why the hell do you have sweeping duty? Not that we don’t appreciate the work but you’re a general manager yes?”

He grimaced and pulled at his shirt, a nervous tick.

“Y-Yeah, I am. I just… nobody wants to d-do it. And uh…”

He hadn’t really thought of it before. He always just got stuck with the things people didn’t want to do. Especially when his leg was hurting too much to lift boxes.

“Hm that’s no good I’ll have to update the cleaning staff. More debris on the ground you said and what do you think we can do to stop it?”

“W-Well, we don’t h-have many cleaners, anymore. K-Kilroy doesn’t trust them. That’s what Li t-told me.”

He rubbed his neck. At the question, he refocused and thought more diligently.

“Hm. It’s a lot of wood splinters. Maybe people can not be so haphazard with the crowbars and forklifts… We get more bolts and metal scrap since we got a few apartments being built with our steel. Maybe we can tell the guys to brush off before they walk on the warehouse floor.”

“I’ll have to talk to him about that.” *He nodded* “I like that idea more cleaning up for the men themselves. We’ll do that.”

That made him grin quite brightly. It would be nice for the men to take responsibility, instead of putting that on him.

“Thank you, sir. That would… certainly make things a l-little easier.”

He fidgeted with the sprite in his hands. He took a sip, feeling comfortable now.

“You’re not as scary to talk to as people say- I-I m-m-mean-! O-Of course y-you’re scary. I j-just- You-”

Dammit. Was that offensive?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable talking to me that’s what I go for to be a good boss.” *His leg smashed into the desk and he closed his eyes tightly taking a breath* “ah I’m sorry. Anyway.”

“Y-You are a a great boss, sir.”

His eyes instinctively widened at the loud sound.

“…Are you ok?”

“Fine.” *He folded his hands together* “well Marty from this report you’re doing a great job for the wearhouse and i and all of Janus thanks you.”

He didn’t seem overly convinced by that response, but he certainly couldn’t say anything about it.

He never heard such praise before, from the bosses or his coworkers. He took a sharp inhale, sitting up a little straighter.

“O-Oh, gosh… Um… T-Thank you. Thank you very much.”

He blushed and fidgeted with his hands, looking away.

“Y-You probably don’t remember me… but I uh… I used to b-be on Mike’s team. And um… I k-know the company s-sort of made the position f-for me when I came back to work… S-So… Thank you… f-for giving me a second c-chance.”

His voice wavered for a moment. He spoke as though this were somehow the same Roman that he once worked under. He wasn’t up to speed about how this Roman had got here… But his sentiment was still the same.

“Of course Marty. You helped us even then. I’m glad you could grow with the position you’ve been given.” *He had read up on what happened a real shame in his opinion*

He hadn’t really realized it til now, so obsessed with what he lost, but he really had found a better position, and it fit his taste for perfection.

“I… I really do love what I do, now. I’m very thankful for it. And I hope I can keep doin’ it for as long as I can, sir.”

He smiled at him fondly.

“I-I suppose I should get out of your hair. I think uh… Kilroy keeps the reports in that right drawer.”

He tried to remember what he saw the man do last time. Though to be fair, who knows if that was the right way to organize it.

“Hm I’ll check where they go. Thank you Marty please come see me anytime.”

He nodded and rocked himself to his feet. He raised his drink.

“Thanks for the soda.”

He turned to leave, and start his long journey back to the warehouse, tucking his one hand in his pocket, when he looked over his shoulder at him.

“We’re really glad to have you back. A-And uh… I hope your leg is better soon.”

*He nodded* “thank you…” *opening more drawers he tried to find where to put the report.*

He smiled at him and went through the doors. The echo of their closing reverberated through the office’s high ceilings.

The first drawer was… sentimental. Notes and letters Kilroy and his ‘Jane’ wrote between each other. The first notes were crumpled almost angrily or without care. As new ones were added, the notes became more crisp and well cared for.

“Hm not that one then.” *He closed it opening another and rubbing his leg he relaxed his body*

The one below it was a handgun and some personal items of Roman’s, like a burner phone and business cards, both of himself and some other companies around Gotham that visited.

These items were dusty, and the drawer opened with a rusty creak. Kilroy had left it untouched.

“…I’m just going to stop looking.” *He put the report on his desk and stood closing the drawers and rubbing his leg while his hand jumped*

Despite the imposing size, it seemed a majority of the desk had gone unused once Kilroy took it over. The lowest drawers were practically junk drawers overly stuffed with real work.

Meanwhile… having seen the silhouette pass the frosted glass window of his door, Li had found it curious enough to leave his room and knock at the doors. His knock was very mechanical in comparison to Marty’s.

*Roman moved to answer the door with a bit of a limp* “Li what can I do for you?”

With a quick glance to his stature, it seemed the assistant understood most of his mood and what had transpired.

Good afternoon, sir. I figured you had a meeting.

He looked down and traced his finger along his gaze.

The schedule would suggest Marty was here. Do you require assistance?

“No. Marty meeting was very smooth. Good worker our shipments have increased significantly.”

Mm.

He tucked the clipboard under his arm.

He is very dedicated to the role. I am glad we did not lose him. When he first returned, he hardly did much at all. Now, he is irreplaceable.

He perked up in a more casual sense, glad to hear one of Roman’s first meetings had gone well.

I’m very glad to hear the conversation was useful. Ah, I suppose I should keep you up to date with our records, yes? You seem… interested in our profits. Perhaps you have feedback on our cosmetic advertising and lineup for the season.

He glanced at the couch behind the man, wondering if he needed to sit before his tremors got intense.

*He could not fulled out his leg down as he walked* “I’d love that Li. You know I would.”

Wonderful.

He smirked at him, walking with his hands behind his back to the couches. He sat and set his clipboard down on the coffee table. Usually, he would never separate from his memo pad. But, he was comfortable in Roman’s company.

Let me give you the rundown…

He watched his limping motion.

Maybe after you give me your rundown.

“Ha.” *He moved and sat by him* “well the meeting with Marty went great I didn’t want to freak out the poor guy with my twitching and jumping. I tensed myself up to try and stop the next thing you know my leg is slammed into the desk.”

He kept his smirk into a full smile as the man sat next to him. He crossed one leg over the other.

I can understand why. I know Kilroy emphasized your desire to keep your image without flaw to the employees.

…But, that is most unfortunate. Maybe we should pad the underside of the desk. Do you think you bruised it?

“I wouldn’t mind having something to muffle noise.” *He fixed at his mask*

He nodded. That was the most successful response he would receive. The nervous readjustment assured that

Understood. I’ll get right on that. We wouldn’t want you having to restrict your urges.

He pushed his glasses higher.

I have been… researching options for your condition’s treatment. Physical therapies. Medicines. I can keep Jim informed, or we can do this more private, if you would prefer, sir.

“Jim talks I knew types like him. I’d need someone else before this whole damn place knows I jump like a damn toad.” *His hand jerks*

Hm…

He was right about that. Jim gossiped. He frowned at the sight of his frustration rising.

I won’t tell him, then. And I’ll make sure I keep this information clamped down tighter.

Perhaps a hostage would do well… We can take someone from a hospital. Someone disposable, unlike Jim.

*He nodded and held down his leg* “Sounds good. At least something to calm down my muscles.”

Yeah? Interesting. I’ll get the necessary intel for the kidnapping.

He could tell the desperation for relief in his response. That worried him.

Is it not stopping right now, sir?

“Just a back up from being so tense till slow down as time passes I’m sure.”

I see. I hope it does. I believe this should tell us to avoid this tensing as much as possible. I know that is difficult for public settings and meetings.

…Perhaps I will keep this as calm as possible then, hm?

He raised an eyebrow jokingly. But, it was likely a good thing to keep in mind. He might redirect their conversation to relax the man.

“I can be calm. I am calm!” *He cleared his throat*

He was quiet for a moment.

Yes, sir. I know you are…

He said softly, trying to reassure him of that, or rather that it was ok for him to yell.

It is no worry, sir.

“I am calm but that doesn’t stop the twitch’s and whatever else my body decides to do.”

Hm. I see. That is frustrating… If you are positively sure of that, perhaps it is not entirely emotionally based. Of course, that would make sense, based on the nature of the onset.

He thought about this in his usual solution-oriented manner, perhaps forgoing trying to be of a comfort or a place for him to vent his annoyance.

“No it’s not emotional. I mean half of it is just my head not being right or some shit doctors say.”

That made his expression a little dejected.

Because of the fall, yes?

…Regardless, I do not see your head as wrong. You’re a brilliant man, sir.

“…” *He glares at him a bit before he rubs his mask gently* “I maybe but that doesn’t stop other people from seeing how I twitch like I’ve been electrocuted.”

He looked at him stoically through the glare, not trying to be insolent, but rather unmoved in the face of frustration.

True. An unfortunate side effect. But appearances are deceiving. Intentionally so. That is the essence of what we do here, yes?

“Yes…yes that is and that reminds me.” *He pulls out a paper from his pocket* “You’ll have to excuse the winking I had this idea early in the morning.” *He put it on the desk it was a makeup idea for new ‘poison’ lip stick which just ment a smell good brand.* “I think this could be for more of our…outstanding customers it leaves thick color and sent when kissed off or around glass. To make someone remember you.”

Hm…

He hummed in concentration, leaning down to look at the paper’s details, and readjust his glasses.

He knew this was a redirection from talking about what ailed Roman… but perhaps that was for the best. They’d gotten far in their discussion. The man deserved a break to talk about the company.

Curious… A deliberate residue. In any other town, I could see there lacking a market. But with the night-life scene and the uh… drama most Gothamites bring to their romances… I think this could really sell.

He looked up and smiled at him.

“I do too.” *He clasped his hands together* “I think this is going to make a real…pop around town!”

He chuckled. He liked seeing Roman enthused… Li had gotten… quite used… to seeing the arc of the man’s schemes. All the big falls and recoveries. His favorite part would have to be this whimsical anticipation.

I think this would fit in our summer line-up nicely. Any ideas for colors or fragrances? We can just amend it to whatever is the ‘it’ color at the moment, or something tropical, to fit with our perfumes.

*Colors were not his strong suit sense on the other hand he know what matched a mood it went with his keen eye for personality* “I’m not quite sure I know I want two lines one of glitter and one mat.”

He jerked to grab his clipboard to write that down, even though he could try to remember it. He scribbled that down and took Roman’s page to clip onto the board, as well.

Very specific. Is that a combination you’ve found successful?

Perhaps his eagerness was to the fact that his Roman never took an interest or used his wits to figure out the best strategies for Janus. This was critical information to learn.

“Oh yes Li I don’t see you as the…adventurous type and as I started to run Janus better I slowed too so I don’t blame you but in the night in the dark that’s when you can tell which woman is which in what the smell like and how they look of course I look for makeup and in the dim lights what you can spot is glitter. It makes their lips and whatever else they have shin.” *He smiled a bit his mask his company wear one is wood and black giving little show of it* “but mat is for the more subtle girls they want you to see em but it’s for you. They don’t want to draw too much attention just enough to get the right guy they want when they click and sway their way up to you. Less shin more finish.”

It was true. He was a fool at knowing what sort of things made a person attractive.

Listening to Roman’s explanation, he was in pure awe.

…Y-You have it down to a science… I… I need to write this down.

He tried to shake off his awe that made him want to freeze up, and tried to jot down every detail Roman spoke of. His notes were quite funny to read, in this manner. Writing of such subjective things in very formal headings and infographics.

“More like marketing but sure.” *His hand jumped a bit sending the other one with it*

He nodded mindlessly and was intent to finish his notes, but was distracted by his movements, and darted his eyes to him to check if he was alright.

…I’d say marketing is one of humanity’s greatest sciences.

“I’d say so too Li. It’s a science that keeps the economy going. I’m glad to know it PR with Janus here is hardly easy with how the products used to be made…”

He straightened up and pushed his glasses back into place from where they had slid when he grabbed his clipboard.

Yes… It has been… a complete reinvention to get the public to trust our products again. Even without the dangerous chemicals, people simply didn’t enjoy our unorthodox ideas. It’s hard to find the proper niche.

“Well I think this will be our break out ! Names for the product will be harder to come up with but I think we’ll get there.”

He smiled at that optimism. He then threw his head back and laughed.

Oh, now, we can get Kilroy on that. He loves coming up with that sort of thing.

He paused and shrugged, somewhat dampening his enthusiasm.

He’s not very… ‘hip’ with what’s trendy, however. Some names have been veto-ed, when they are more like patent titles.

He shook his head.

Regardless, this is a wonderful plan to look forward to. And Marty’s report gave you confidence that we can handle the potential surge of shipments?

“Yes it did. We do need more clean up poor mans been having to do it himself and not our clean up crew.”

Ah… Right.

He grew stoic at that, and rested his clipboard down.

It has been… unfortunate. He does offer to do clean up after his shift, and I suppose without opposition, it was approved.

Our cleaning staff has been reduced to only the cubicles and lobby. And that was a fight to agree on.

“Well I can’t have a place dirty and I won’t have our management on shipment be to tired from sweeping to make sure our products get where it needs to go.”

O-Of course. I should put a stop to it.

He frowned, realizing he’d let Kilroy’s anxieties override his better judgment and the greater good of the company.

“We should yes hm with Kilroy this will be a lot harder.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to imagine the difficulty of that. His eyes shot back open at a thought.

We?

He nearly forgot, and didn't quite expect Roman to want to help in this manner. He'd spent so long being the sole responsible party for managing Kilroy, he hadn't fathomed a break.

You... would care to partake in this?

“Of course him and I are friends we’ve discussed about what is right for business and all in all I think he’d be able to change at least for getting clean up crew for the wearhouse.”

That made him lower his shoulders in relief, and logical understanding.

I am very glad to hear you two made up well after the restaurant. I know you were concerned when you told me about it.

He rubbed his neck.

The warehouse is simple enough, yes? It shouldn't be his personal belongings. Perhaps I can- we can convince him of that.

“I think we can at with explaining what’s going on and how it would benefit the company or at less the workers he’d understand.”

Right... Yes. He cares about this company more than much else. He'd hate to be harmful to it.

He brought his hand to his chin to think. He wondered if that would be enough... Perhaps hearing it from Roman himself, he'd crumble. And hopefully, he'd crumble and change his ways. Crumbling was guaranteed, whether or not something useful came out of it was the question.

Especially with your sugary sweet voice.

He gave a quick joviality. Kilroy did like the man's harsh tone.

*He laughed his voice had been rough even before the fire but now it was harsh even when he didn’t strain himself and yet unlike every changed on his body he didn’t mind the voice change* “ah Li I think you’re right.”

I usually am.

He smirked at him.

Simple as that, then. We'll corner him sometime when he gets to work today. Perhaps on my way out to my office to do the hospital research for our captive. When he's done crying, we can excite him about the Janus line.

Li looked to his watch as though to time their scheme to the minute. He spoke callously cold about Kilroy's expected behavior, like he were a sheep to herded, and not a man to be reasoned with.

“Sounds like a plan. You doing spin class it’s mainly populated by women correct? You should ask for what foundation or make up they use we can see what our competitors do to keep on brand with sweat protection.”

He looked up, pausing for a moment.

That's true... I hadn't thought about that. What a brilliant way to be more efficient. I'll report right on that.

He scribbled a personal note to remind himself of that idea, on his clipboard. It thrilled the man to imagine another way to let his work-life flow into his activities outside of the office, those few hours or even sometimes minutes that he wasn't working.

Perhaps we can amend our original waterproof formula, once and for all.

*He nodded* “I’d like that. Water proofing is a bitch to get right.”

Tell me about it. It's a difficult balance to walk, since eventually, we want it to come off, of course. Have you...

He sat up, a more curious look in his eyes - an expression he didn't often show in his stoic and flat affect.

Well, in your... where you come from... Had you figured it out?

“Water proofing? Yes. I got it almost perfect I’d say I made my own solution to get our make up off it came in a sampler with any makeup box you bought.” *He looked at him at the new expression mainly*

Hm.

The idea of what they had failed to create so easily included for free with any purchase made him draw a blank.

A-Apologies, sir. I got lost there for a second. I am thoroughly impressed.

“I’m glad you are.” *He smiled nodding*

Yeah?

He snickered. It was endearing that Roman liked to be great, and be seen as great. It always made him a little more lighthearted when the man owned his pride.

Hopefully, we can replicate that success here. I'm sure Kilroy would just about be floored to hear that you have some idea - let alone a full idea - on the waterproofing. You don't happen to know the formula off the top of your head, do you?

“I do not I’m afraid I had a journal but I lost it in the fire.” *He moved and pulled out a hand held journal passing it to Li it had filled out cross words and half baked ideas, one okayish sketch of Kilroy he had done when waiting for his sleep med to kick in.*

He was fascinated by the thing. It felt deeply secretive. Something valuable, simply because it was vulnerable. Though, he could guess Roman didn’t see it that way.

He scanned over it, seeing the trivia he was able to recall for the puzzles, and the hidden genius he was sure he’d find in the brainstorming… He paused and lingered for a moment, however, on the drawing. Hm.

…

He couldn’t help but smile at the notion that the squirrelly man was on his mind.

I did not know you were one for journaling. It is… good to reflect on things when one winds down.

He supposed bedtime was the only bit of rest from work Roman offered himself, and the only available time to sketch and daydream like this.

I am sorry you lost your previous work in the fire.

“Ah yeah. It’s more because the meds make me high I get these wild ideas like ‘a spray on face’ I mean ew. But like the poison lipstick some of them work that and chemical properties.” *He had a drawing of the whole periodic table.*

Li pushed his glasses up with his thumb, so he didn’t have to lower the journal to do so.

Drugs do wonders, don’t they… You certainly know your stuff. I’m not s-surprised. Just… impressed, as always, sir.

Roman was a good metalworker. He knew that. But, he always forgot the chemistry that went into that, and he couldn’t quite tell if this Roman was pushing himself to learn it more… or if Li simply wasn’t as observant to Roman’s knowledge as he thought.

I’d say your brainstorming has paid off. Good work, sir.

“Thank you Li that means a lot coming from you. If you have any ideas I’d love to hear them.”

Ah, thank you. I’m not usually the creative sort, but I’ll let you know if any logistics come to mind.

He straightened himself up, making an internal inventory of all the notes he’d have to follow up on, but paused. Ah, wait. Don’t forget about the journal in your hands.

He closed it gingerly and offered to return it to him.

…You’re a good artist too.

*He took it moving the journal back to his suit pocket* “ah yes my…sketch’s. They are nothing just something to pass the time.”

Mhm? I didn’t take you for a… spatially and visually oriented person. Though, I should have known. You have an eye for your collection.

Was the… subject matter pressing that day?

“You could say.” *He cleared his throat* “Just the end of the day things you know…the last thoughts.”

He nodded softly, in his usual assistant-affirming manner. But, Li himself was more than a little curious. He looked around to see if Roman was twitching. He seemed a little calmer about the subject, minus the throat clearing.

Yes, of course. I suppose his presence here is a… unique matter for the company that you were comprehending.

It is an accurate drawing. Was it a peaceful drawing session? Perhaps getting anger out… or relaxing at the notion?

He was certainly prying.

“…more relaxing least say that.” *He was starting to clam up* “anyhow it’s nothing important.”

That gave Li a soft, quiet smile. He reclined, seemingly content.

Ah, I suppose not.

Hm… What time is it? Would you be interested in lunch? Or anything else I can plan for you today, sir? Fresh towels, coffee…

Li did like keeping the penthouse as stocked and homey as he could for the man, especially since Kilroy usually denied those services.

“Ah fresh towels would be nice.” *He fixed his suit* “I’ve keep the place clean of course.” *He had mainly to keep his masks under safety of course he’d never denounce a cleaner or anything or that sort*

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and stood up, dusting himself off.

Towels. Perfect. Ah, I have no doubt of that, sir.

He smiled at him.

Do let me know if your… roommate of sorts… ever makes a mess. I can clean it.

Hang tight, I will get your towels from the laundry. Perhaps, make yourself comfortable. I’m sure you’ve been working all day.

*Comfortable for him was something to be enjoyed right before he went to bed. He didn't like not being prepared for the day, even if it was ending. However, he did move to get something to drink, maybe a chilled soda, and later something stronger.*

He nodded at his gestures and moved out of the office to leave him in the quiet silence of supposed relaxation.

The laundry wasn’t far, but Li took his time to inspect the towels before he found them acceptable to bring back.

…Without any talking, the office was eerily still. The fireplace was empty of flames to crackle and break the silence. All that could give that relief were the vents by the ceiling that seeped out a trickle of jazz music from the lobby. However, muffled and distant, the music had a touch of melancholy to it.

"Jesus..." *he twisted the lid of his root beer, liking the coolness of the mint, and the drink wasn't heavy, leaving no residue on his teeth.* "There's your mother again. A heavy drink, how fucking great." *He had chosen the root beer because he liked it, but now he second-guessed himself. The quiet of the office made that so easy. He sighed and squeezed the bottle; it shook before he sighed and put it back, getting a water.*

The water was ice cold, as always. Despite the lack of frequent guests, or anyone denying their vices like Roman had accomplished, the water always had an icy chill to it, and very quickly dampened the man’s hands. It sat in this wet bar, always waiting for someone to come along and drink it. One could wonder just how long it had sat here, or if Li had it changed weekly.

*He drank it not with much enjoyment. He fixed his mask more now to hide any spots on his face he could. He moved, sitting back down.*

Li started making his way back to the office, up in the elevator and down the hall, carrying the almost-hot towels, fresh from being washed and fluffed.

Before he could arrive, the landline on Roman’s desk rang.

Roman was happy about something new. He stood up and briskly walked to the phone, picking it up. "Jauns industrys, Roman."

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“L-Li? Are you t-there? I j-just got to the office, b-but I… I lost a button on my jacket. I c-can’t find it! It’s not in m-my car. D-Do you have a tailoring kit r-ready?”

*Kilroy sputtered into the receiver, seemingly a little too panicky to realize the answerer had responded with a different name than expected. It seemed that this was a frequent sort of call, by his willingness to phone the penthouse.*

Hm, I'll make sure Li knows you need it. He's coming right back to the office. You just make your way up here, and he'll get you set.

The man’s heavy breathing could be heard as he paused.

“R-Roman?”

He asked pitifully, catching on, on a delay. This was certainly a change in his daily work routine.

Is something the matter, sir?

Li had quietly snuck in, walking closer to meet his boss in the center of the room, the towels stacked in his hands.

"Yes, it is me, Kilroy." *He muffled the receiver* "Kilroy has lost a button. He is wondering if you have a kit to help him." *Roman would do it himself, but needle and twitching was not a good idea*

Li sighed, closing the distance, to offer the towels and take the phone, assuming Roman wouldn’t want it anymore. To Li, knowing Kilroy, he knew the supposed degree of accident this was, and knew he had to prepare himself to calm him down.

Here are your towels. I hoped you could at least take a break. Did you have something to drink and sit for a bit before he called?

Kilroy, unaware of the muffling responded to Roman.

“H-Hello, Roman. I um… G-Good morning. Afternoon? G-Gosh, I’m sorry about the button. V-Very, very sorry. B-Button. Button.”

He cleared his throat on the other end.

"Yes I had some water." *He took the towels but keep the phon in his hand he now hearing the end of what kilroy said* "buttons? Yes kilroy we'll get it fixed up."

That’s better than nothing-

Li grimaced to see him keep it. He felt protective of Roman, as though being exposed to Kilroy was something to apologize for.

“B-Button. F-Fixed? That’s ok? Button. Button. B-But I can’t find w-where the old one is. Y-You’re n-not sad? Is the b-button upset at me? Button. Button. Button.”

"No it's not upset at you I'm sure." *He didn't mind talking him down* "Just mak it to the office and things will be okay."

Kilroy took a deep breath, and there was the sound of him getting out of his car and juggling his keys to lock it up.

“O-Ok. Ok… Yeah, I c-can make it.”

Li took that time to head to the armoire and grab his tailoring kit and soap box for the man to stand on. Despite it being Kilroy’s closet - unlike the larger closet in the bedroom Roman now used - it was only filled with Roman’s old suits, now tailored to Kilroy’s size, and an old, matted raccoon mask.

“You’re sure. You said you’re sure.”

"I'm very sure. It's a button they aren't the jealous type." *He smiled softly this wa an easy conversation for him it was negotiateing that was wher he thrived.*

A calmer Kilroy would have laughed. Thankfully, Li sufficed with a chuckle.

“I-I didn’t mean to be s-so careless. I h-hope I didn’t l-lose it completely. I’ll take my c-car apart when I g-get home… Button. Button.”

Li set the box up and looked through his thread rack for a proper size and color. He draped the measuring tape over his shoulders and looked to Roman. He gave a thumbs up, asking him if it was going well.

*He put his thumb up aswell and nodded* "I'm sure you didn't. We'll getyou a new button for now an whenbyou get him I'm sure you'll find you old one."

Li was very glad to hear that. He lowered his shoulders a little and stepped strangely towards the far side of the room, away from the double doors. He looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as though to spot Kilroy.

The solid window in the center was coupled by side columns of glass which had handles to open them for some fresh air. Li opened one of them.

“Y-Yeah… It’s home. S-Safe and sound.”

There was a loud bang on Kilroy’s side of the phone call.

*Roman jerked his head back a much bigger reaction then he hoped for but there was nothing he could do* “yes.”

Overhearing the noise, Li braced himself. It wasn’t long before a line raced across the window. Grapple hook line. Kilroy flew up and to the open window, squeezing himself inside and letting himself fall to the floor. Li stoically closed the window behind him, unphased.

“T-Three buttons. Do I still have the three at least?”

And Kilroy continued worrying just the same. Li came to wind up his grappling hook back into the reel, struggling with it for a moment, before getting it right. He tucked it back on Kilroy’s belt.

Good afternoon, sir.

*Roman put up the phone and moved to his room to put up his new towels*

Kilroy only realized he was hung up on when the phone beeped. He then hung up himself and tucked his phone away. Li helped him get to his feet and stand on the box.

Yes, three buttons still. Missing one.

Kilroy looked over Li to Roman walking away. Whatever emotion he was feeling was not clear. Perhaps fixation, worry.

“That’s good…”

*He moved and replaced the old towels with the new old placing them on the rack then moving the older ones to the laundry basket by his door*

Kilroy tried to catch a glimpse of the man, following his shadow and muffled sounds. Li took Kilroy’s jaw and angled his head down gently to refocus him.

Turn this around, Kilroy.

Li went to his box of old buttons and found one that would replace the broken one. He started threading the string through it, and Kilroy stayed quiet, letting him work.

Your suit is loose. We need to fix that too, sometime.

“I like it.”

It’s ill-fitting.

“It would be too tight. I don’t want it hugging my body.”

Think of the public image. Roman discussed this with you, yes?

“I won’t go in public, then.”

…Very well, sir.

*He made his rounds in his room briefly before coming out* “has the day been saved by Li?” *He moved and sat down taking a sip of the water*

That made the man calm, slouching his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at him quickly with a smirk. He was very glad to see Roman taking care of himself. Kilroy was probably grateful for that too. The man saved him from more verbal berating.

I believe so. We’ve got a replacement. Sewing it now.

“H-Hey, Roman.”

Li did not shoot him a glance, surprising. He simply held the coat open to show off the new button which he was threading gently.

“Y-Yes. This button is yours too. It’s p-probably happy to replace the other. And it’s f-four buttons now. Not three.”

Though, if Kilroy could speak his mind, he felt more like Roman had saved him, more than Li.

“You think so?” *He let him talk even if he didn’t think the ‘this button is yours too’ was any good*

Kilroy nodded.

"I-I h-hope so... It's Jane's. So, they're p-probably all excited to get u-used eventually. He went through suits quickly."

He seemed happy to reminisce on that. Li was steadfast, even as Kilroy's slight movements made the sewing difficult.

That he did.

“Hm I didn’t know that about him.”

Li frowned. He knew the man didn't quite like discussing his supposed counterpart. They were different people, after all.

Don't worry on it...

"Do you go through your suits quickly?"

“It depends really if I can save the suit or not. I mean if I have a wine in my hand and smash it against my chest I don’t think I’ll get that off but if it’s just water or a slash it can be saved.”

Li paused, thinking on how the man seemed to out a frustration of his tremors. Unless of course, he was just speaking on a common restaurant brawl.

"It was usually blood stains for Jane. Do you tailor your own suits? I can't sew, unfortunately."

“No no I don’t I can barely stitch myself up.” *He rubbed his temple getting another sip before he jumps a bit* “it’s a cycle.”

Kilroy frowned at his supposed distress. Li only hesitated at the sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"No? Hm... W-What kind of cycle?"

“I can’t control my body Kilroy. I get something I break it I get something new and it breaks. Repeat that forever and add in any pain from banging around.”

He lowered his shoulders. Li stayed silent, but having finished the button, started quietly cleaning up.

"Oh... That's certainly unfair. I... I-I don't want you to hurt like that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of breaking things. You've hardly broke much in here."

He tried to reason a positive side.

"...But I understand how much that is... frustrating."

*He nodded then shook his head it was unclear if it was voluntary or not.* “yes. It doesn’t matter as much.” *He took a breath* “so the suits fixed what’s up next for today.”

Kilroy opened his mouth to speak, having a very clear answer to Roman's pessimism, but quieted and simply stood agape as he quickly moved on.

"...I start my day with signing reports. I'm supposed to see the head of warehouse for a quarterly summary."

I can give you two some space, if you'd prefer, or I can be on call here if you need assistance or clarification, sirs.

“I’ve gotten that done Marty came in today I have the report on the desk.” *He thought about it* “I don’t mind you staying Li but if you have something to do I don’t mind excusing you.”

Kilroy blinked, utterly shocked. He looked at the clock on the wall. He must have come early. He didn't mean to miss it... God almighty...

"O-Oh... Thank you, Roman... Can you walk me through anything he mentioned? Did he have any concerns?"

He nearly forgot to step off the box until Li tapped at him. Kilroy stepped down, looking much smaller and measly at his natural height. His suit was a little ill-fitting as Li said. They had tailored it as minimally as possible to not 'ruin' as much of the original design.

Ah, thank you, sir. I can simply take a seat in the corner. I have a few notes to follow up on and research. I'll be quiet as a field mouse.

*He moved to the desk but he did not sit down as he had been when Marty came in.* yes I can go through the meeting with you. It was simple and Marty is good for his role no major issues and shipping has increased. One thing did stand out to me though.” *He nodded to Li as an okay for him to go as he pleased to the corner or whatever he’d like really*

Li nodded back and collected his belongings to go sit in the furthest corner of the room, mumbling to his earpiece and scribbling notes. However, he was very interested in how Roman would grace the subject.

"H-He has served us nicely. Resilient fellow. Embodies our values... marginally well."

He perked up at that.

"Oh? What is it?"

“ well, Marty and mention after shipment was done, there was debris on the ground nuts and bolts sharp things. All around it’s the kinda thing that is begging for a tried or busy minded worker would step on and who knows what happens next. Marty is the one cleaning up at the end of the day but I think we could avoid accidents if we had a cleanup crew come in during break shifts sweep up the place and then come back at the end of the day.” *He moved and handed over the report to Kilroy*

Kilroy held onto the report, as though his hands moved with a baby's innate reflex to grab ahold of things, but stared intently at Roman, processing this.

"Gosh, I... certainly don't want the workers getting hurt... Nor Marty getting resentful of us again... C-Cleaning crew? I-I... B-But I..."

He glanced around to Li, as though the man would come to his rescue, but he firmly refused eye contact. This was for Kilroy's own good... and maybe Li's too. He couldn't hold his hand all the time through uncomfortable feelings.

“Just for break shifts and at the end of the day. We can’t expect them to clean at every mud patch or wood chip.” *he leaned against the desk* “you can think it over but I’d do it soon than later. I came up with a new make up idea I think it is really going to do good in the market so we’ll need a clean place.”

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*He picked at the pages of the report in his hand.*

"N-No... of course not... B-But they c-could... could mess with the... cleanliness of the place."

*It sounded stupid to say, since that was the nature of their job description, but Kilroy was talking about a very different sort of cleanliness. He didn't have long to think until Roman mentioned this new idea. His eyes went wide at that.*

"Really?! We could really use that!- So... we need this..."

“I think we do. Of course your day is just as important as mine but with and increased in shipping there is more of a risk in accidents.”

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*Accidents... What a dreaded word in business. He leaned against his desk and combed a hand through his hair.*

"Does it... not worry you that these people w-would be touching our things?"

“Not really it’s not like I’ll invite them in to see my mask collection or see my in my birthday suit. It’s two maybe three people with a broom and a mop if the day calls for it.”

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*He couldn't help but smirk through his nervousness and laugh at the idea of a cleaner walking in on Roman nude. The man's humor knew how to cut easily through one's guard. He was good at this, but it wasn't like Kilroy would scorn such a skill. He wanted to be convinced against his beliefs.*

"T-True! You don't... um... feel like... Oh, I don't know... them touching the walls downstairs would radiate through all the walls and feel like they practically touched the walls up here, where there are belongings that matter to us that are touching those walls, a-and now they're touched by strangers, and now the stranger's touch is in our stuff?"

*He caught his breath, having spewed that long, run-on worry out into the air.*

*He shook his head and moved to get him some water* “It’s not like radiation or anything hell if it’ll make you feel better I’ll have them not touch anything but their supplies and only use water and soap.” *He walked over and handed it to him*

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"T-Thanks."

*He didn't realize that'd exhausted him, and he took the water to sip at.*

"N-Not like r-radiation... Y-Yeah... Yeah. That w-would make me f-feel better. I um... This b-building is really special to me. T-Too many people touch it, and it's like the good memories of it wash out, you know? I-I'm just trying to preserve that..."

*He sighed and drank more water.*

"I can... I can let us hire some more cleaning people."

*Even admitting that made him tense. He knew that when the day came for them to actually clean, he'd struggle to focus on anything else but worrying about what they touched.*

“I can understand that. Thank you really. Hm do you think a new coat of paint would help? Maybe before they came.” *He looked to li* “Do you know when the last time this place got a paint job was?”

That made Kilroy smile brightly. Being understood warmed him like nothing else, and to know that he could do something Roman would like of him made him feel proud of himself.

"O-Of course. Anything t-to help. Oh, I h-hadn't thought of that. Um..."

He looked at Li, as well. The man, despite looking quite busy, looked up immediately and answered their question. He was good at multitasking like that.

I believe when you first inherited the facility, you had it repainted. We haven't painted it in full since. Perhaps a few patchwork jobs, here and there.

“Patchworks hm. Well then we can see how much a new coat would be maybe clean the building on the outside. Just some high pressured water nothing more. Give the place the shin it deserves?”

Li readjusted his glasses and looked for his pocket calculator to start running the numbers.

I believe that is a great idea, sir.

“Outside… I-I can do that. Outside c-can be cleaned. We d-don’t want the gilding r-rusting.”

Kilroy seemed to like the fact that he could tolerate an outside cleaning, more than an interior one. It was a relief that his brain was willing to compromise on something without giving him a hard time.

“Good. Good then that’s a plan for the building.” *His wrist hit the desk and he grimaced more about the damage to the wood than anything.*

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“T-That sounded like it h-hurt.”

*He shifted a little closer with Marty’s report pushed against his chest like a shield and leered over to see if his hand was red. The desk itself, of course, didn’t seem damaged. Maybe a small indent at most.*

“It’s fine.” *He fixed his suit cuffs as if there were messed up* “now we have at least the start of something would you like me to go into the new line of makeup?”

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*His expression was still concerned, not with the sadness of worry, but discontent that his hand was still hurting.*

“Ah, right. All this cleaning for Janus. What did you have in mind?”

*His hand reached out to tweak the orientation of the man’s cufflink, finding his fixing of it not perfect enough.*

*He moved his arm to him cufflinks were difficult to fix. The my were little ‘J’ * “a new line of lipsticks that will leave a residue for our customers. A glittering trail and a strong scent for our more precious woman.”

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*He was delighted by the fact he let him do his compulsion. He seemed to relax at that assurance, and fidgeted while Roman talked.*

“A residue… A sort of callsign. A mark. A seal by a kiss! What an interesting idea! Certainly a gimmick.”

“Yes. I think woman who are out at night would like it and I’m thinking a mat version would be nice for the more subtle girls.”

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“Hm…”

*He considered his words, finishing on the cufflink and tapping at each of Roman’s knuckles on that hand.*

“That’s quite brilliant. You’ve got it all figured out. I think this could really work wonders for us. I’m sure people will complain about removing the residue… but that’s not our target market.”

“Exactly! Now a name is what I’m stuck on I’ve got the chemical formula for the batches down and yet.” *He gets out his journal yet only lets him see the lipstick page.*

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*He let himself get a little giddy about this. He eagerly looked over, not really comprehending the fact that Roman journaled, even though that would blow his mind.*

“A name! Hm… That is the ticket… How about… Something about leaving a trace. A ‘special’ trace. A special somebody. A…?”

*He snapped his fingers, trying to keep brainstorming.*

*He let him think* “the kissing trail? No hm. See it’s a hard thing to name.”

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“It really is. I don’t know what women would find too gross of a name.”

*He paused and stepped away from him, putting his hands on his hips, and stood awkwardly.*

“You’ve been with a few ladies. Pretend I’m one of these uh… women of the night. Praise me. Tell me about my lipstick in a way you’ll know I’ll like.”

*In the corner, Li raised an eyebrow.*

*He too raised an eyebrow but shrugged chuckling a bit* “hold on I’m rusty.” *He shook his head and looked at him* “I like the color you have on tonight really goes with the outfit. What do you call it? Maybe I can buy you some more if you spend some time with me?” *rusty is a grace Jesus* “gosh that’s bad.” *He mumbles to himself *

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*Kilroy tried to look disinterested, like he’d seen many actresses put on in their photoshoots. He wiggled his claws and examined them like fancy nails. Kilroy wanted to stay in character, but faltered for a moment, looking at him with a little encouragement.*

“It’s ok, keep going… Wouldn’t you like to know, playboy.”

*He popped his lips on the ‘p’ to emphasis the supposed lipstick this girl would be wearing.*

“What makes this worth my time? Worth… leaving my mark?”

*He swayed Roman’s way and whispered in his ear, toying with him. Women liked toying with men, no? Getting them excited.*

*He chuckled harder he put his fist to his mouth to stop it* “I would like to know actually. My time is as valuable as you think yours is spend some of that with me we’ll see what happens huh?” *He thought for a moment* “leaving your mark…hm that’s a good slogan. This lipstick will help leave your mark!.” *He wrote it down.”

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*He paused his act to smile and lightly nudge his shoulder, excited. This was working! He cleared his throat to get back into character again. He straightened back up unnaturally and traced his finger along Roman’s shoulder.*

“We’ll see what happens… The night’s my prized possession. My domain. The place I’m most… comfortable.”

*He slid his furthest thigh closer to Roman’s. Come on, Kilroy. Think.*

“Moonlight… ‘Moonlight Mark’? ‘A kiss under the stars. A night you’ll never forget.’”

*He gasped and shook Roman by the shoulders, back to his regular self, in all its brash bluntness.*

“The ‘stars’ can be the glitter!”

“Yes I like it show everyone how much of a start you are with our leave your mark glitter line!.” *He jerked a bit before he tended a bit at the shaking*

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