"Huh." The GCPD. Victor knew he shouldn't get involved with that. There was no clear top dog right now in Gotham, much as Oswald wanted there to be. Too muddled. If he was on anyone's side, it was Oswald's, sure, but things weren't that clear on the whole. Don Falcone would want him to stay out of things.
However, Galavan had gone after Roman. It didn't sit well with him. "Guess I could let the boss know."
"Ew. I hate your boss. Fucking Oswald. Urgh." He pulled a face of disgust at the idea and then wrapped his arms around himself, petulantly trying to block Victor's pro-Oswald hangs from touching him. He might get Oswald cooties or something. "You know, I got Falcone and all but you really could have found someone better. Why not work for... hmm, who else is still going? Uhhh... don't work for Galavan though! He's worse."
Woah, there really wasn't any top dog right now to work for. "Vic, baby, why is it all so hard now?"
"The city isn't settled. Still reeling." And so was Victor, in a way, which he supposed made sense. He rolled over to lie next to Roman, but he wrapped his arms around him, gently stroking his hair with one hand and simply ignoring the petulance. He wanted to touch him. He needed to, it made him feel at peace in a way he hadn't since he first started worrying for him. "I'll focus on you now. Above all else."
"Probably smart. You gotta just lay low, wait to see who kills who and then pick a side. Until then, you can be with me. I don't have a side either. Or a business. Or my own place to..." Oh God. What was he doing? He was sitting here, not even thinking about how much he'd fucked up his life and then suddenly it hit him. He had money somewhere in one of the banks but dear God, he had no people working for him, no business assets, no proper savings...
With wide eyes, he sat up rapidly and ignored the pain as he ran his hands through his hair. "Oh my fucking God, where is all my stuff?!"
"Shh, Roman. Breathe." Victor knew what he had to do, so he moved over to be on top of him again, pinning him down as gently as he possibly could be, forceful but wary of his injury. He tried to catch his eyes, repeating himself. "Breathe. You have me. What other asset do you need? I'll get you stuff. I'll get you whatever you need."
"I don't have it! I don't have -- my business is probably fucked! Oh shit, what if people think I'm dead?! The stock will tank more than it has, I might be in debt, I might lose eve--" He had to stop panicking to breathe because otherwise, he'd just pass out. He hadn't really thought about everything that was happening because, well, why would he? He never really had to. Money was there, stuff was there, he never had legal issues or anything like that before.
Trying to fight free of Victor, he growled and bucked under him. "Get the fuck off me you fucking bastard, I have to go to work! I have to -- my fucking mask!" Oh no, was it okay? Where even was it?!
"Calm down." Victor knew he wouldn't, but there was only so much he could do to get through to him when he had a tantrum. He had to keep him from hurting himself, wouldn't be the first time. "I did get stuff from your office. Including the mask."
Victor was very used to associated getting arrested, he knew what to do. He just didn't discuss these things with Roman, thinking ahead tended to make the man anxious. "Do I have to drug you or tie you down?"
"I just learned my life is fucked, give me a fucking break! I'm allowed to be angry." Roman hissed as he struggled a bit more before finally, he lost the energy and flopped back on the bed, panting and pained but what could he do? He didn't have any drive left in him to freak out any more. He was fucked, whatever - what was he going to do about it now? It was too late. He knew he was never the best at money but now he was actually thinking about it... where was his profit coming from? Was he even making one any more? Probably not.
Heaving a sigh, he glared up at Victor but all the anger slowly just melted into pouting. As per usual. "Promise you have my mask?... My custom one?"
"I promise. I'll get it to you later." He just wasn't willing to leave Roman's side, not even for a moment. Evidently with good reason. Victor went back to essentially spooning him, arms around him and fingers in his hair. Hopefully he could keep him calm this time. "We'll have fun. I can get us someone to play with, if you need that."
Maybe it would help him to hurt someone. He'd seen that happen before. "We can play too. Or you just tell me what to do to someone. That's fun, right?"
"That is fun... it will be fun. I guess." Roman didn't want to relent too easily but he did like the idea of yelling Victor how to hurt people. Sounded fun! He smiled to himself as he felt Victor's fingers in his hair, petting him softly. Well, he finally got what he wanted at least - in a manner of speaking. He finally had Victor's attention all to himself. He liked that a lot.
"We can hurt people together. Anyone who ever worked for that Galavan prick. I don't like him." He was rude and hurt his feelings! And what did he ever do to deserve hurt feelings? Nothing. "People in this city are so terrible."
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However, Galavan had gone after Roman. It didn't sit well with him. "Guess I could let the boss know."
Wait. "Oswald."
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Woah, there really wasn't any top dog right now to work for. "Vic, baby, why is it all so hard now?"
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With wide eyes, he sat up rapidly and ignored the pain as he ran his hands through his hair. "Oh my fucking God, where is all my stuff?!"
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Trying to fight free of Victor, he growled and bucked under him. "Get the fuck off me you fucking bastard, I have to go to work! I have to -- my fucking mask!" Oh no, was it okay? Where even was it?!
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Victor was very used to associated getting arrested, he knew what to do. He just didn't discuss these things with Roman, thinking ahead tended to make the man anxious. "Do I have to drug you or tie you down?"
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Heaving a sigh, he glared up at Victor but all the anger slowly just melted into pouting. As per usual. "Promise you have my mask?... My custom one?"
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Maybe it would help him to hurt someone. He'd seen that happen before. "We can play too. Or you just tell me what to do to someone. That's fun, right?"
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"We can hurt people together. Anyone who ever worked for that Galavan prick. I don't like him." He was rude and hurt his feelings! And what did he ever do to deserve hurt feelings? Nothing. "People in this city are so terrible."