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I’ll be rebooting this blog tomorrow. Might be under a different url, I’m not sure yet. I’ll be sure to let you guys know. I plan to start with pre-burn sionis. My fc will be mark strong with Arkham icons for black mask.

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Just a heads up.

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IT’S AMAZING, the effect he has on her —– her mind is clouded in a dark, red haze, blood boiling, heart pumping, even if her demeanor is smooth, silky, aside from her furrowed brows and displeased lips. make no mistake ; this could work in her favor, as intended, while also providing an in for his hopefully final demise.

if he – this parasite, this undying disease – comes back again, she’ll lose it. perhaps she already has. perhaps that’s the point. maybe that’s what he’d wanted, all along.

then again, in her eyes, black mask never was that complicated. just an old goon with a taste for the expensive and sick, willing to continue to spill blood over diamonds. it’s a business as ugly as whatever’s left of his face.

“…Fine.” tattoo – oh, that’s just hilarious. like she’d ever trust his goons with that. but, hey . it’s a starting point. and, besides ; who’s to say she can’t get what she needs and skedaddle ? sure, it might mean putting up a decent fight, but then again —– nothing worth having ever comes easy. this is a deal with the devil : it had better be worth her while.

“We’ve got a deal. But you try any funny business – any at all – and you’re gonna come to regret it lickety-split. See, it’s not just me anymore – but you knew that.” and now, she smiles, though it looks something shark-like, with the coldness behind her eyes : “Are we good ? ”

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“Just peachy, Ms. Kyle.” He doesn’t bother with a handshake-- he’s not THAT delusional. Though, it would be funny if he did, wouldn’t it? “No fucking around, you and I both keep this solid and all will move smoothly.” She’s so tense! God, what he wouldn’t do to see her like this all the time, to sit and have long talks all day long with her, to one day have HER mask BOLTED to the wall. Sublime, is a word that comes to mind. She’s sublime.

He shifts in his chair, leaning elbows upon the oak table as fingers fish in pockets first for a cigarette and then a lighter. There could have been a gun somewhere in there, there WAS a gun in there-- but Sionis wasn’t about to do anything to disrupt the eerie balance of this meeting. Rare was it to get a cat to sit this close to his lap. “You know, I can’t help but get the sense that you don’t... Trust me here. That you can’t see that my intentions are anything less than pure. I don’t put on false fronts, Selina. You KNOW that.” Black Mask’s not a liar, not like his parents-- but he sure as hell is willing to bend the truth when it suits him. “Anything I can do short of dying to ease the mood? Smoke, drink?”

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