"He was the exact opposite of Cobblepot. What he craved was destruction and control. He hated Wayne, hated Gotham, hated everything bright and beautiful. He enjoyed ruling others through fear and crushing resistance with torture. Vanity was useless against him, and profit wasn't enough. His most obsessive fixation-his fanaticism for 'masks' and his ambition to take complete control of Gotham's underworld."
"Heh." Jason gave a scornful chuckle and took his feet off the table. "Leave Black Mask to me. Don't worry about how I do it. Just know that come Christmas, he definitely won't have the time or energy to cause any trouble."
Jason stroked his helmet. Tearing apart Black Mask's hideouts and stealing his shipments were what Red Hood did best.
After all, hadn't Red Hood squeezed his first pot of gold out of this guy when he returned to Gotham?
"Next, Two-Face. Harvey Dent."
At the mention of that name, everyone present paused for a second.
Once the Bright Knight, he was now constantly torn between light and darkness, one half of each. He was the most direct proof of Gotham's darkness destroying hope, and one of the wounds that weighed most heavily on Bruce Wayne's conscience.
Whenever he came up, everyone had the same thought-what a shame.
"Leave him to me," Dick volunteered.
"Why don't I go?" Miaomiao remembered the Mr. Dent she had met last time. His mental state hadn't been particularly good. "At least the Merfolk's singing can soothe his soul."
"Of course, sweetheart." Dick winked at Miaomiao, flashing the sunny smile that had earned him the title "the light of Blüdhaven." "You can come sing him a song with me, but I've got a secret weapon for dealing with him."
Miaomiao's curiosity was immediately piqued. "What is it?"
"His fiancée, Gilda Grace Gold."
Dick