Cobblepot's emotions were mostly made up of hatred, but fear lurked beneath it. It was clearly a wound carved into his soul, one that could not easily be erased. Even a similar sentence would instinctively trigger his self-protective mechanisms. Colin was even worse than Schiller had thought.
"He really was connected to your leg injury." Jerome's twin brother rolled his eyes. "What terrible taste. When I played with toys, I never tore their legs off."
"Yeah, you only drew a big smiling face on them at most." Schiller spoke with pointed meaning.
Jerome's twin brother immediately changed the subject. He tapped the shattered plate with his fork and said, "What we need to discuss now is this poor little lame Penguin. Colin injured your leg."
"It... it was an accident."
"Then it was him." Jerome's twin brother said decisively. "Disguising it as an accident makes it even more low-class."
Schiller rather agreed with that. "Making it look like an accident meant he wasn't confident Cobblepot would forgive him if he deliberately did something like that and got caught. That also meant his manipulation skills were terrible. Considering his privileged upbringing, he probably never had any pressure to survive."
"If it were me, I'd tell him I did it on purpose." Jerome's twin brother raised a broad smile. Seemingly recalling something, the expression on his face was almost warm.
"I'd tell him it was a mark I left on him. Every time it hurt from then on, he'd think of me. That would be the most unique gift in the world..."
As he said this, Jerome's twin brother's expression twisted. He practically roared through gritted teeth, "If he didn't appreciate it, I'd kill him... No, I'd torture him properly. I'd make him suffer through the rest of his life! I'd never