Dead Drop

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Normally, when Roman wanted to schedule an appointment with someone, he usually carved the date, time, and place of the meeting onto the corpse of a loved one/associate. Unfortunately, he had to be a bit more subtle. With Brucey's weak stomach, he'd probably vomit all over the corpse, pass out, then someone would come in and find one of the models he dated dead and draped across his desk, the cops would get involved, and things would get messy.

Well, messier.

So, this time he had to be just a touch more subtle, which was kind of annoying since he really really wanted to burn part of Gotham to ground after The Batman had barged in unexpectedly and given him a rather sound beating.

Bastard.

At least he had the Albanians to take his rage out on. Over the last month, he had quite emphatically squashed the small group, and taken over their operations in the north east. And lucky for him, he knew a place that was great for rounding up women that he could then sell to the highest bidder. Perhaps he'll shelve those plans to destroy Selina's shelter after all...

But back to Bruce, who was simply left a cellphone on his desk at work. It's previous owner wouldn't be needing it anyway, poor girl. But, later that night, Bruce would get a call on that phone, with a recording telling him where to bring the money that night.

And currently at that location, a rather run down mill in a long since abandoned industrial complex, the Black Mask was waiting.

Don't be late, Bruce.

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Once the briefcase with the high-tech marked bills is taken from Bruce, he remains on one knee with his head bowed, a hand covering his face. For once, he does not trust his temper to remain hidden. Any man would be angry at his fiancée being thusly insulted, but at this moment, Black Mask would receive a full blast of the icy, hate-filled glare of the Batman. Bruce has to take a moment to calm down.

"Shut up," he eventually mutters as he straightens to stand again, voice and movements still purposefully unsteady. "You have your damned money. We're leaving."

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Selina turns to look at Black Mask in silence. She's not at all worried about his comments and what they might do once heard. While he might be more creative with how he says it, it is nothing that hasn't been said to her before.

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"No. You're not."

You hear that sound echoing off the walls? No, not the money machine, which is almost done counting. That other sound, the sudden burst of metallic clanking. That's the sound of several guns being cocked and pointed in your direction.

It is never wise to be rude to the Black mask.