“I told you to kill her, not my fault you didn't listen,” Jonathan said with a snort. “She seems to have gone good...like her father did.” he said with shrug before leaning back in his chair, listening to Jack's words. He raised an eyebrow, slipping his glasses back on and pushing them up his nose.
“Do drugs even work on you?” he asked, well familiar with the fact that his toxins didn't...a lesson he had learned rather painfully when they kidnapped the mayor of Gotham. “And how exactly do I make a public notice, I've discovered that most communications in this city are impenetrable.”
Not that he had a major interest in hacking into them, unlike Edward or his twit of an off-spring, he preferred his crimes to be a bit under the radar until he was prepared to make them public...and his form of publicity didn't rely on splashy announcements...unless one counted over sixty scarecrows set up around Gotham, but he had been proving a point.