The creaking, clattering sound of the elevators making their way to the level the two of them are on is an interesting backing track to what Ed shares. And, if it's credible, is all very useful information indeed.
But wasn't this exactly why Oswald had made Ed his Chief of Staff? Well, arguably, he made him Chief of Staff because of nepotism, though if Ed had been an idiot Oswald would never have given him a position like that in the first place. Hell, if Ed had been an idiot they would never have drawn closer to one another in the first place. He can count on him to know things. Too many things. What was an incredible asset also became the sword that Oswald fell upon.
More names to add to the mental list: Rubies. Westley. Lecter. And, if Ed is right, there's untapped potential here. Fires to stoke. Territories to work with. Power to take.
The discovery that death is not a permanent fixture brings a crease to Oswald's otherwise still face of contemplation before deepening into a frown and then a sort of disgusted 'are you kidding?' sort of sneer.
"No death, hm?" His fingers loop and tap against the metal mesh encasing the elevators, making a faint rattling sound as he does that's emblematic of his annoyance, "How inconvenient."
His hand stills as he nods slowly to himself, a cruel and amused smile curling his lips.
"Well. Alive has quite the wide scope to it, wouldn't you agree? I suppose we shall have to get creative in out tactics, won't we? I'm sure we can find a way to help mend his broken heart before too long. Poor thing, he must have gotten so terribly antsy."
Who is the 'we,' exactly? Is he just speaking figuratively? Using the Royal we? It's unclear and perhaps even Oswald doesn't know.
"Interesting what you say about Pennyworth and this Lecter fellow. Not the sort of company I'd have pictured for the Wayne's butler, but... who am I to judge, hm?"
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But wasn't this exactly why Oswald had made Ed his Chief of Staff? Well, arguably, he made him Chief of Staff because of nepotism, though if Ed had been an idiot Oswald would never have given him a position like that in the first place. Hell, if Ed had been an idiot they would never have drawn closer to one another in the first place. He can count on him to know things. Too many things. What was an incredible asset also became the sword that Oswald fell upon.
More names to add to the mental list: Rubies. Westley. Lecter. And, if Ed is right, there's untapped potential here. Fires to stoke. Territories to work with. Power to take.
The discovery that death is not a permanent fixture brings a crease to Oswald's otherwise still face of contemplation before deepening into a frown and then a sort of disgusted 'are you kidding?' sort of sneer.
"No death, hm?" His fingers loop and tap against the metal mesh encasing the elevators, making a faint rattling sound as he does that's emblematic of his annoyance, "How inconvenient."
His hand stills as he nods slowly to himself, a cruel and amused smile curling his lips.
"Well. Alive has quite the wide scope to it, wouldn't you agree? I suppose we shall have to get creative in out tactics, won't we? I'm sure we can find a way to help mend his broken heart before too long. Poor thing, he must have gotten so terribly antsy."
Who is the 'we,' exactly? Is he just speaking figuratively? Using the Royal we? It's unclear and perhaps even Oswald doesn't know.
"Interesting what you say about Pennyworth and this Lecter fellow. Not the sort of company I'd have pictured for the Wayne's butler, but... who am I to judge, hm?"