[Harley's sneer at the mention of Falcone... draws none of Crane's ire.
He'd spoken to the Bat who'd understood, of course. Falcone and the mafia were nothing. Pathetic men who deluded themselves. They believed they understood fear and thought they could control it.
Control him, who was its master.
There's a cold, detached look in his eyes at the memory of hearing that fat rat scream his lungs hoarse. Icy, controlled cruelty. A spark of the man he could be. He could chide Harley; he knows Falcone is nothing - but that look in his eyes? It's a message by itself.
The names she'd given meant nothing. But there is one other name to mention. Should he mention it? Should he not? Oh, well, who cares?]
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He'd spoken to the Bat who'd understood, of course. Falcone and the mafia were nothing. Pathetic men who deluded themselves. They believed they understood fear and thought they could control it.
Control him, who was its master.
There's a cold, detached look in his eyes at the memory of hearing that fat rat scream his lungs hoarse. Icy, controlled cruelty. A spark of the man he could be. He could chide Harley; he knows Falcone is nothing - but that look in his eyes? It's a message by itself.
The names she'd given meant nothing. But there is one other name to mention. Should he mention it? Should he not? Oh, well, who cares?]
No. Nobody except Ra's al Ghul, I'm afraid.