Cal

No. No im not. We both know that doesn't work out with an accelerated metabolism

it was more of a um genocide

Point and case... *he whispers * I've been you know. Finishing my job.

*he rubs his head* yes. You do. And you act like it too.

what you undergo a sex cha.... why you've been domesticated... no. How did this happen.

I try to be surprising. But uh not so sure about this sentimental stuff from you ...

no I miss you

It's rather quiet.

Looks like I'm back.

*he vaults off the starboard side of the plane plummeting towards the skyline. Home. Even as dark and malignant as it was. Gotham is home*

// I'll be getting to replies soon. Just holiday in retail.

*scoffs* it was time for him to go anyway.

Who is my father figure? My father left me to die. In a dog cage.

a bull in a china shop... metaphor for Gotham. You're not over his death or Dicks. Don't need a detective to see that.

a bull can trample. But do you want to risk your China? Aweful critical for someone who can't get over his dead brother.

sloppy and ineffective. The court already addressed that.

a weapon that you can't control Is useless.

he's taken car of. *he speaks somberly* he's too brash for the court to control.

that's what you think. I'm an escape artist. I'm not exactly a Talon.

... you know they made me different right? Anyway. T pain. Let's get tacos.