I wouldn't think he'd be. Perhaps he and I should have a talk some time.

Tell me more.

*He sips his brandy as Blackie continues*

I'm not the Green Goblin; Norman Osborn is dead and buried.

*He sips his brandy*

You're not a gambling man, Blackie. You go for the sure thing, not the long shot. But things change, and I now have a very powerful friend.

Tell me, is Tombstone's position as solid as it once was?

*Hobgoblin takes seat in a lounge chair, wearing a dressing gown, but with his mask and hood still on; a supermodel wearing thin lingerie on his arm*

It's only the beginning. After my first attempt to take the Big Man's seat, I've spent my time building an international syndicate. But I still need eyes and ears here.

You may call me the Hobgoblin.

*The Hobgoblin approaches the Apex Tower on his glider*

*He smiles*

It looks like my stay in Manhattan has been extended.

*Hobgoblin nods and opens his envelope*

I would not miss it for the world.

Interesting.

And I am the Hobgoblin.

*Hobgoblin smiles*

Well, it sounds like it was wise of me to come back to New York.

Indeed I have, Ms. Ezili. My eyes have recently opened to a much larger world... a world I believe you may educate me in.

*Hobgoblin looks up*

Perfect. The market research shows room to expand into Russia next. Book me a flight, Claude. And start headhunting local talent. Tell them who I am and what I do. Tell them supervillains are my business... and business is good.

*As Claude exits the great room, Kingsley heads into his office and nostalgically eyes his Hobgoblin mask*

Osborn, Lincoln, and Octavius. I pity them. Osborn didn't understand what he had, and neither do Lincoln or Octavius. Why settle for just one city where there is a larger world out there?

*Starts playing video of his encounter with Griff in Prague, and Griff's use of the sword, Durendal*

A much larger world.

*Hangman takes off his hood, revealing the face of Roderick Kingsley* Good. He'll play ball. How about the Devil-Spider franchise I set up in Delvadia?

*The Hangman has quickly realized that he can't beat Griff in a one on one fight, he pulls out a smoke bomb and tosses it to the ground.*

You expect me to believe--

*Griff lunges and Hangman ducks, the blade slices through the brick wall behind him like a hot knife through butter.*

Well...That is interesting...