[ Outwardly the masked man remains impassive, his cowled face fixed in the usual eye-less, staring grimace as he silently processes the gentle threat behind the thief's words. Inwardly Rupert is raging. How many people absolutely and authoritatively know that Rupert is 100% the masked man? Jonas and Guzma, end of list. Others had guessed by nobody else knows. Jonas he trusts, as much as anyone can trust anyone in this bizarre world, but Guzma is someone Rupert trusts about as much as he can spit. If Guzma has sold him out, he'll drop the noisome pest into the nearest fucking volcano. Rupert had warned him as much.
Of course, Rupert always knew that his secret identity will only carry him so far. There will come a time in the future when Rupert will undoubtedly have to come clean to the world (and quite frankly Rupert can't wait). But it needs to happen on his terms. And definitely not now, not with the plans he has for November 12th. This could ruin everything.
But, God, maybe this is another feint. A feint that Rupert can't afford to fall for, not when the stakes are this high. ]
No, you have no idea who I am, [ He states, hoping that he might be right and that this was just some stupid trick. He tightens his grip on the pistol. ]
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Of course, Rupert always knew that his secret identity will only carry him so far. There will come a time in the future when Rupert will undoubtedly have to come clean to the world (and quite frankly Rupert can't wait). But it needs to happen on his terms. And definitely not now, not with the plans he has for November 12th. This could ruin everything.
But, God, maybe this is another feint. A feint that Rupert can't afford to fall for, not when the stakes are this high. ]
No, you have no idea who I am, [ He states, hoping that he might be right and that this was just some stupid trick. He tightens his grip on the pistol. ]