"What's wrong? If you're shocked and find it unbelievable, feel free to say so. Bottling everything up isn't good for your health."
Seeing no reaction from him, Qin Wei stepped up his verbal barrage.
He had never read the script. He had deduced the other man's true identity.
That afternoon, Jean-Paul had visited Oswald with news that the Order of St. Dumas had just entered Gotham, and that evening, an unfamiliar face had appeared. Even thinking with his big toe, he could tell the two had to be connected. As for Jean-Paul's surprise, all he could say was that Jean-Paul had momentarily failed to consider that the illustrious Judgment Knight might have ties to a gang boss.
"So Cobblepot is your informant!"
Having figured out the situation, Jean-Paul finally spoke. In truth, he was not afraid of having his identity exposed. He would be taking off his mask in public before long anyway.
"I wouldn't call him an informant. If you were willing to spend a little time investigating my identity, the truth would actually be very easy to find. All I can say is that the Order of St. Dumas underestimated its opponent."
"Underestimated you? Are you kidding me? I've killed plenty of third-rate villains like you. Their corpses could fill an entire train car."
"I have a clear understanding of myself. I'm selfish and cold-blooded, and I don't fit this country's definition of a superhero. But-heh heh heh heh!"
A contemptuous sneer sounded from behind the bat mask. Qin Wei tilted his head as he studied Jean-Paul. "I've honestly never met a shameless bastard like you in real life. Before you've even done anything, you put yourself on the moral high ground and brand everyone who opposes you a villain. Your Order of St. Dumas really has preserved