Fireworks were about to go off in the Diamond District! He was moving house, heading to one of his other hideouts. Then again... the ones that had escaped would have to be taken care of in time. "Nothing like loose ends to keep a guy busy, hm?" He had ordered the remaining men to set C-4 charges next to the foundation of the building. And him? He had a handy dandy little remote that would take care of the building. Luckily, it was a few blocks away from both the Siren's Club <i>and</i> the Iceberg Lounge so the collateral damage would only effect the surrounding buildings. "Come on, boys! Pack it all up! We're moving. Hurry up!" he spat. Oh, there is going to be death. Plenty of it. The hideout which was about to go up in flames was the very one that he had taken Harls to, it was only one of a few places he had in this city though and ones that were thought of as abandoned. He preferred those kinds of places! After all, the homeless and the wandering often drifted into those places and it was the easiest thing to snatch them up, bend them to his will! He took his time, putting on his gaucho hat, dressing up in his best pinstripe suit and walking towards the exit with his cane. He whistled a merry little tune, toxic green eyes flitting this way and that, taking in the surrounding area and then giving a little sigh. "I'm going to miss this place buuut... hmmmm." He smiled and then gave a cackle as he got into the back seat of the car, detonator in hand and pressed the button <i>just</i> as they were driving off. The explosions took the place down from the inside out. Concrete, plaster and metal shrapnel flew up into the sky and out on the street from the resulting explosion, effecting the buildings next to them as they either had holes blown into their sides or were set ablaze. As the fire slowly spread he leaned his head back and gave a cackle. He got a text <i>just</i> then and took out his phone. It was from Harley... oh goody. He sighed, opening it and reading through. So, someone didn't like her texting, hmmm? He thought back to the text that came before the video and the person he'd seen <i>featured</i> in the video. It was one Victor Zsasz who had <i>never</i> liked him. Right now, it would be the easiest thing to believe that Zsasz had sent the message while she was sleeping, but it would be easy enough for her to be <i>about</i> to text him and then be told not to. "Hmmm... how interesting." He chuckled, tapping away on his phone. <b>[txt to Harls: It's funny that you think I'd bother killing any of you. Why, that wouldn't be any fun, would it? See you soon Harls....]</b> With that he sent the text and gave another mad cackle. There would be killing... oh, yes. There would be killing.