Great, another self-absorbed asshole that for some reason thought he was vital to the inner workings of Gotham. She was meeting way to many of these guys.
“I’m sure you think you know how this city works, but really you’re just another player in Gotham.”
“No. I don’t. Clearly, you must not be that important.”
Ooh, yeah - that left a burn. Even though it was not visible, the sleazy contortion of a smirk was playing out beneath Roman's mask; a gesture reflected only through his tone and posture. "You always this edgy, kid - or, has someone screwed you over?" Experience told him both were strong possibilities. He was going to have a lot of fun with this one.








