maskormenace | -3° - Chillin' like a Villain

I'm a thief. I'm a crook.

[As Len talks he counts the points off on his fingers, one by one.]

I'm a liar. I'm a criminal. I'm a bad person.

[Five fingers and he holds his hand up for another second before pulling his fingers back in until he's holding up a fist. The glare on his face is promising a punch.

Lowering his hand, he puts it down on the bed he's sitting on and leans forward.]

But whatever they're saying I've done to get me in here? Wasn't me.

[To illustrate what 'in here' means, he turns the device, showing what is very clearly a jail cell. Then the camera is back on his face, which hasn't gotten any happier.]

Sorry for any appointments I might be missing because of this. Also, I could use a lawyer.

[He moves the device a bit closer, blue eyes narrowed. For someone so cold, that's a lot of hot anger.]

To the coward who framed me? I'll be coming for you.

[ooc: This is a result of Jonathan Crane impersonating Leonard and robbing Bruce Wayne. Leonard doesn't know that Crane did that yet. He just knows it wasn't him.]

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Yeah, couple of them do. I've met a handful. Worked with three. They all got powers. More or less.

[Trend across the multiverse.]

Maybe. Just the difference between believing in something and not giving a fuck. You got anything you'd risk yourself for?

Worked with? What could they do?

[ More idle curiosity than anything else, but... hm. Well, it's something that at least makes much more sense to him after having been here now for a bit. Funny how it takes a place like this to really emphasize how isolated Diablo always felt in having powers, even at his best.

He considers Len's question, but it doesn't take too long; he shrugs. ]

Family. If I could.

Two of them could become a nuclear burning man. One of them... Shrank, mostly.

[In Leonard's world, powers are a new thing, but no longer that much of a rarity, especially in his business. He doesn't know Diablo has had powers before coming here, but it wouldn't shock him either.]

Yeah. Gotcha.

Nuclear burning man -- you mean he's radioactive? ... What good's a power like that do?

[ Not that regular ol' fire powers do much good either, in his experience.

And it goes to show how much more he's gotten used to talking to people who ask way too many questions, the relief he feels when Len accepts that answer without prodding further. ]

What about you?

It came in handy more often than you'd think. Mostly it's the hammer thing. If all you have is a nuclear burning man, whole lotta shit's gonna explode.

[More or less the hammer and nail metaphor.

Minimalist conversationalists or at least people that know that sometimes there's no need to keep asking. Family? He gets that.]

My sister. A friend. Free will.

[ The privacy change is curious and sudden enough that Diablo imagines something he was just told is important -- or perhaps simply, well, private -- in a way that isn't precisely obvious to him. Hm. Diablo makes note of it, but won't ask.

He shakes his head. ]

I dunno what that means -- the hammer thing.

[ He thinks he mostly gets the point anyway, though, even if he's not sure how convinced of it he is. ]

Any friend, or just one?

I was talking about one. But maybe it would have been any.

[He frowns, remembering the moment, remembering everything that led up to it.]

Hard to tell.

[ That earns a pause, but then a relatively understanding nod. As much as it can be, anyway, without Diablo actually knowing anything more. ]

Yeah. [ It's a little hesitant -- he's not completely sure, really, but is testing the thought out aloud for the first time. ] I think I know what you mean, though.

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