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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
Willow just took a mouthful of her drink as the woman started speaking. She was clearly trying to appear confident, but Willow had her doubts as to how confident she was actually feeling. She had to resist the temptation to just start laughing as the woman said she wanted Willow's help in finding the heroes. And then implied she'd done her research on Spectre. But she let her talk. She didn't miss the slip when the woman said I instead of they. And once she finished, Willow sat back in her seat and simply looked at her client for a moment.
"What kind of villain are you?" She mused. "Most of us are perfectly happy to see the heroes gone. God knows the cops in this city don't stand a chance of stopping us. And hiding for us is easy. I can just... stop. Take a break from robbing banks. Leave the museums in peace. I don't feel the need to go swooping in every time a cat is stuck up a tree or something. Nobody knows anything about Spectre." These comments were deliberate. She was questioning this woman's true alliances.
"And sure. I could help. But what's in it for me? Should I really put myself in harm's way for people who have only ever tried to put me away? There's much easier ways to get money, dear. And besides, as a villain I would have thought you would have known just as well as I do that we have no clue who's doing this." Perhaps her gut was wrong, perhaps this woman was a bit of a lone wolf. But Willow didn't even know of any other "lone wolves" who cared that much for the heroes. She sipped on her drink, watching the woman across from her all the while. "So come on. Persuade me. Tell me why I should care about those heroes. Those heroes who we all know who claim to be good, honourable, trustworthy people, and who then let people die because they didn't take a goddamn minute to consider the situation. Who run away the moment things get intense. And remember, darling, I rob banks for a living.
Telling me that it's the right thing to do won't work."
"What kind of villain are you?" She mused. "Most of us are perfectly happy to see the heroes gone. God knows the cops in this city don't stand a chance of stopping us. And hiding for us is easy. I can just... stop. Take a break from robbing banks. Leave the museums in peace. I don't feel the need to go swooping in every time a cat is stuck up a tree or something. Nobody knows anything about Spectre." These comments were deliberate. She was questioning this woman's true alliances.
"And sure. I could help. But what's in it for me? Should I really put myself in harm's way for people who have only ever tried to put me away? There's much easier ways to get money, dear. And besides, as a villain I would have thought you would have known just as well as I do that we have no clue who's doing this." Perhaps her gut was wrong, perhaps this woman was a bit of a lone wolf. But Willow didn't even know of any other "lone wolves" who cared that much for the heroes. She sipped on her drink, watching the woman across from her all the while. "So come on. Persuade me. Tell me why I should care about those heroes. Those heroes who we all know who claim to be good, honourable, trustworthy people, and who then let people die because they didn't take a goddamn minute to consider the situation. Who run away the moment things get intense. And remember, darling, I rob banks for a living.
Telling me that it's the right thing to do won't work."