Call It

howzitgaun:

twototangowiththedevil:

Two-Face sneered at that.  Central City.  Like anyone cared about Rogues from there.  They’d all made some sort of pact.  Gone soft.

<He’ll be eaten alive.>

Two-Face leaned back, comfortable in the seat of power.  ”And what do you have to offer me that I couldn’t get from someone else?”

<Anonymity.>

Two-Face frowned.  He hated it when Harvey piped up, like he had any damn thing useful to say.

<This is business, Harv.  Be a good boy and shut it.>
<I mean it.  He’s not from here.  He’s not supposed to be here.>
<No shit, Sher—>
<Which means he won’t be expected to be here.>

Two-Face looked over Mirror Master again.  Harvey did have a point.  If nothing else, the element of surprise, of facing a different Rogue, could be enough to tip the advantage to their side.

<I knew I kept you around for a reason.>

He glanced over the plans on the desk, sorting out which ones could be likely, looking for whatever could work to both their strengths.  Assuming this kid had any.

Evan raised his eyebrows at that. Okay, so he hadn’t been a member of the League for that long, but surely he had a bit of a rep already, right? Well whatever, he shouldn’t let it get to him, or at the very least he shouldn’t let the fact that it was getting to him show.

He laughed lazily, tapping into the version of himself he had pretended to be when he first met the Rogues, then remembering how they all thought he was an arrogant jackass and making a mental note to dial it back a bit.

“Yer jokin’, aren’t yer?” He paused for a second. He didn’t want to embitter Dent towards him but had no idea how to best refer to him. “Youz?” Silence. Damn. To demonstrate his talents, he raised both of his mirror guns, but quickly and harmlessly, aiming them at the ceiling so he wouldn’t be misunderstood.

“Instant, untraceable transport in an’ out of anywhere in the world. A gateway outta prison fer you and inta prison fer whoever put yer there. Surveillance equipment that not even yer Bat can detect a signal off.” In spite of himself, he shot Two-Face a grin. “An’ ah know you’ll like this one. A way o’ creatin’ any number o’ functioning mirror images of yersel’, smart enough tah do a job but harmless enough tah shatter like glass under a superheroes hand. The perfect diversion.

“But that’s enough aboot the kit. Yer probably wond’rin what’s stoppin’ you from just shooting me an’ stealin’ ma wee toys, right? Well, apart from the fact that ah’m the only man alive who knows how tah get the best outta these things, ah’ve got a few skills of me own that ah bet’d help aroond here. Ah’m not a home-grown Central boy as yeh can tell; an’ ah know what it’s like tah face doon worse’n the Scarlet Speedster. Wildcat, Animal Man… even aliens on that murder planet bigger than yer whole hideout (no offence.)

“Thing is, Two-Face, ah’m travelled. Got experience beyond mah years an’ then some. Ah wuz the best mercenary in the UK fer a while, ‘til the FBI nabbed me an’ made me their hitman. But ah got outta bein’ a G-man quicksmart an’ faced doon ev’ry detail they ever send after me. So ah’m no’ just any old Rogue.”

Having said his piece, he holstered both of his weapons. If things got ugly, he could quickdraw, but at the moment he was playing the trust card. He stood casually, turning his head on one side.

“So. Are y’in?”

Well, damn.

Kid had some nice tech and sounded like a good bet in a tight pinch.  Handy.

Still, there was only one way to decide.

He flipped the Coin, watching it as it sailed through the air.  He caught it in his good hand and smacked it down on his left, checking it quickly.

Two-Face smirked.  ”Well, Mirror Master, this looks like it could be the start of a beautiful heist.  C’mon.  Sit down.”  He gestured to the chair across the desk, brushing the papers scattered around.

“Well, now.  What kind of jobs do you do?”