[Oswald’s heart lurches, the hairs on the nape of his neck standing on end - a Pavlovian response to that smug and measured drawl, one that dredges up memories of being strapped into the Chair and having his brain turned inside out. Of course, Hugo Strange would be involved in this. Gotham has been a breeding ground for sociopaths and opportunists - those willing to kill their own mothers for profit - from the moment it was built atop cursed land. Why would Strange, the mastermind behind some of the city’s most devastating disasters, change his tune now? Men like him had no morals; they thrived in the absence of a code, laughing madly at the rest of the world.]
Predictable is an understatement... [He huffs mirthlessly.] It figures that you would come scuttling out from whatever slimy rock you were hiding under at the first chance to indulge in some degeneracy! Tell me, who are you toiling under this time?
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Date: 2025-04-09 12:18 am (UTC)Predictable is an understatement... [He huffs mirthlessly.] It figures that you would come scuttling out from whatever slimy rock you were hiding under at the first chance to indulge in some degeneracy! Tell me, who are you toiling under this time?