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[Armand doesn't like being blackmailed, but what he doesn't like more is having what he believes to be his property messed with. The whole matter with the Joker earlier that night left a bad taste in his mouth. More than a bad taste. And that's what surprised him the most of the whole matter. He certainly didn't care that two people had been killed but on the same token, he had no desire to go taunt them after their deaths like he usually would. There was no pride to be taken in their deaths.

Instead, he was busy putting his senses to as full as he could manage them, stalking through the hallways looking for Rex. The Joker had said that he was out of sight, out of mind, somewhere. The ventilator was clutched tight in his hands as he went, fervently trying to pick up the scientist's scent.

And then, there it was. The heartbeat, the smell, it was his child. The vampire cared little that the doors were unlocked and that there was a strange sort of room inside the room. He threw open the door, an actual expression of concern on his face as he did so.]

Rex.

[But before saying anything else, he held out the ventilator.]
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