Tommy had always been someone you trusted.

Even before he started changing, before you yourself began donning alias' in the night to contribute to the crime rate in Gotham, Thomas Elliot had been your friend first, and that hadn't changed. Partners in crime, and still, he was your closest and most dearest friend first and foremost. Even when he had used his talents as a surgeon to modify his own face, you had helped him wrap the white bandages around his face during the healing process, took care of him, and blindly followed in his plan.

Tommy wanted you on his team. He'd assembled other Rogues to take down the Bat tonight, but for just a moment, you needed some fresh air. The night air was cold, nothing new for Gotham, sending an icy shiver through your bones. You wondered if this was healthy, fuelling Tommy's obsession with the Batman, or rather, with his childhood friend Bruce Wayne, but even if you tried to back out, you had a nagging feeling Tommy wouldn't let you go.

From behind you, you felt a sudden presence, the heat of someone pressing up against your back making you jolt. Tommy gently squeezed your waist from behind, the heat from his hands making you surpress a little shiver. He slid up beside you, arm pressed against your own.

"We'll leave when you're ready," Tommy murmured, his piercing eyes lingering on you for a little too long. You wondered if he could see right through you. "I trust you aren't having doubts."