RedEmperor777
Life is a Gamble
Alistair: "Life... it's a masquerade. You dance, you spin, you smile-but mostly, you hide. Nobody ever sees what's underneath."
Harley: "Ooooh, spooky! So what are we talkin' here, sugar? Masks... or that ugly mug you're sportin'?"
Alistair: "Cute. I was born a lover... a liar... a thief... and a killer."
Harley: "Yeesh! That's a whole damn starter pack. You come with batteries too, or just a lotta bad habits?"
Alistair: "Call it luck. Call it curse. Keeping all four balanced? It gets messy. Brutal. Bloody."
Harley: "Messy I like! Messy gets the blood pumpin'! But, uh... fair warning, handsome-don't go thinkin' this is your horror show."
Alistair: "Stick around, sugar. Keep your hands where I can see them, and maybe you'll survive the dance."
Harley: "Or not! But hey-that's the fun part, right, puddin'?"
Because in Gotham, everyone's wearing a mask. Some just fit tighter than others.