“Every time you said 'My name is Barry Allen...' You were confessing to me. I know your real secrets. All your inner worries... and /fears/.” #RogueWriter
The near seven foot ape's eyes flare crimson, as he attempts to pry himself into her mind. He'd make it painful.
He's looking for fears. Loved ones, phobias, anything.
"Associate. How I loathe to hear a human say that word of me.
An offerring of Flash's head will do nicely next time." He might be joking, but it's hard to tell with Grodd. He's always serious or angry.
Cizko looked up at Grodd, an eyebrow raised at the way he greeted him.
"What? Can't I talk to an associate of mine? Do I need to have a banana to offer you?"