"No deal, I'm no crook and will have no truck with simply privatizing crime against criminals. I do this to hurt them, not make you or I wealthy."

Victor agreed with that statement, but at the same time, a city like Gotham, money got you a long way if you spent it right. "I want them to hurt too, don't get me wrong,"

You're already in deep do my friend, because they're framing you.
I don't know how you managed to piss of such powerful people or if you were so frigging unlucky that you dropped into their laps as a perfect scapegoat but either way you've screwed the pooch."

"How I landed in their lap is of no concern to you, hell, I don't even know what you look like lady,"

As she began to recount every detail on his end of how he dealt with Deadshot, starting with where he hid the stolen bike, he started to realize how far up shit creek he really was if this 'Big Sister' had been watching him for so long.

"Fine then," he said after a second's deliberation, "we do it your way, but the moment you go to anybody with any information about me, my methods, or how I handle things, then nowhere on Earth is safe for you. Understood?"