One by one they come. Fists raised. Teeth gnashed. A pipe, or other crude weapon, drawn. And one by one they fall. Flesh smacking against the concrete floor with the sound like a whip crack. These poor bastards in their prison-issue attire don’t stand a chance. Not against the Nite Owl (Patrick Wilson) and not against the Silk Spectre (Malin Akerman), two costumed vigilantes sprung…
Plus, he says Marvel originally eyed him for a different film
