Vic.

His curiosity gets the best of him. It’s why he ends up in situations like this—In the middle of a large family fued within Hub City’s mob. Four near death experiences, and yet here is; sneaking into an apartment through the window to get his hands on a journal.

Decided I needed his opinion on my relationship because he’s petty.

It’s because Batman decided to be annoying tonight.

Yeah? When can I expect the next David?

This time. She considers his words, looking from the warehouse and back to his featureless face. She hadn’t heard of anything like that in these streets. Leads her to believe he’s right about the movement of the product. “How long?” She asks, trying to establish a sort of >

You’re an artist now, too? You’ve been busy.

No, but I can imagine them. They don’t work in my head either.

Wouldn’t work even if I could.

Your attempts at pity won’t work on me, sellout.

Try not to drown in it, you sick capitalist scum.