[ Victor recognizes that one. He can't put his finger on it when he sees Oswald go past the first time, but it's an itch he just can't scratch. How does he know him? Where does he know him from? He seems familiar in a way he just can't place.
Given that he's not in Gotham anymore, that seems pretty fucking notable. So he tails the guy, for a day. He tails him all the way back to the Down Housing. It's two in the morning when he slinks into the room, and three when he stops watching Oswald sleep. In a well practiced single sweep he's straddling Oswald with a hand clapped over his mouth and an open blade against his throat. ]
Wildcard~
Given that he's not in Gotham anymore, that seems pretty fucking notable. So he tails the guy, for a day. He tails him all the way back to the Down Housing. It's two in the morning when he slinks into the room, and three when he stops watching Oswald sleep. In a well practiced single sweep he's straddling Oswald with a hand clapped over his mouth and an open blade against his throat. ]
Don't try to scream, my hand could slip.