"You do know. I know you know. I don't think I'll send you back." Thomas took a step closer. "No, I think I'll torture you. I think I'll bring in a pretty red head. Or Lex Luthor. Or..."
Thomas laughed. "I'll bring him here. Oh, that would be rich. Him and her, and you sitting there watching. It'd serve you right to be so very miserable. Or I could just kick you out of the paper. No more words for you."
Why hadn't he thought of this before? He could take things away from them all. Except the nice one. Everyone who had ever said anything bad or complained would pay. The City would show them just how miserable they could be.