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[Aura]

Sightings of the Batman have grown scarce in recent weeks leading many members of his rogue's gallery to grow excited and hopeful. If Batman is gone then perhaps they can carve up a piece of Gotham of their own or increase their slice of the pie.


So, in this story Batman wouldn't be a character or present at all. Honestly, I love Bats, but I can't think of a way to include him in a meaningful/not overpowered way. Instead, this story would focus on Batman's rogue gallery or an OC (if you come up with something awesome) and their interactions and power struggles within Gotham.


Looking for immediate and up level of players. Provide a character name and a sample of writing unless you wish to play an OC.

 

[Aura]

Bump.

 

[Aura]

"Heads..." Two-Face murmured reading the coin resting on his scarred palm before tilting his gaze up, "Looks like tonight is not the Penguin's lucky night!" he grinned wildly. He marveled at the Iceberg Lounge, not for the first time, considering what effect this takeover would have on Cobblepot. It was madness to think of taking over Penguin's stronghold, but the coin had dictated that this was the kind of madness that would be beneficial to him. It was risky to make such a bold move, but if he could seize the Iceberg Lounge it would prove to be ludicrous for him. Besides, taking such an integral piece of Penguin's empire was the least that he could do... Penguin had been inching into his own territory for weeks now. Even better, the rumours claimed that Batman had gone missing, and he could stand to take some chances when he didn't have to constantly look over his shoulder for Gotham's favourite caped crusader. He only had to worry about Penguin tonight and that made his task feel monumentally more simple...


"But... boss... I've heard that Penguin keeps Grundy locked up beneath the floor of the lounge and... what if this is a bad idea?" one of his men interjected nervously. His eyes bulged out of his sockets and he stopped in mid-sentence to watch the coin sail through the air. The henchman swallowed heavily; he was smart enough to recognize that the coin was deciding his fate.


The coin glinted in the dim light of a nearby streetlamp as Two-Face lifted his hand off of it and the man looked an appropriate mixture of terrified and expectant before Two-Face raised a .22 in his direction. The henchman had little time to react before a bullet punctured his skull and he collapsed to the ground in a bloody heap.


"Now men..." Two-Face spoke in a low gravelly tone before firing a second shot into the inert body of the henchman with his other .22, "I'm not prepared to put a lot of stock in rumours regarding what may or may not be in the basement of the Iceberg Lounge... but if the rumours turn out to be true, then let's just deal with Cobblepot's goons and leave any immortal monstrosities in the basement of the Lounge until we take inventory of what's ours. Tonight, fortune is in favour of us taking the lounge, monsters and all."


"Does this mean that we're going to take over Gotham?" another henchman asked. It wasn't difficult to connect the Iceberg Lounge to bigger pieces of Gotham. This was after all Penguin's jewel. By making such a bold move, they were sure to agitate Oswald and start something bigger than the Lounge.


His men waited expectantly for another flip of the coin as he glided over to the doors of the Iceberg Lounge, but Two-Face had already asked the Gods of Chance about his role in Gotham before he had even considering taking the Iceberg Lounge, "With Batman missing, Gotham will be mine." he growled flinging the doors to Penguin's prized establishment open to the roaring sounds of gunfire.

 

[Deadkool]

Samuel finally arrived in Gotham after a few hours by truck. His personal limo pulled into a nearby parking garage. The Kingpin convoy made it's way to an abandoned three-story building in the slums and began setting up their operations. Meanwhile, Samuel exited his limo toting a Magnum, ready to strike. Three guards were accompanying him to make sure no "incidents" occurred. Samuel was to meet with a Mr. Cobblepot about arrangements in Gotham.


He would need an ally if Samuel was to dominate this new landscape.Samuel wasn't in Metropolis anymore. His driver pulled away as Samuel made his way to The Iceberg Lounge. His men held the door open for him as Samuel strolled inside.


((WIP))

 

[Dreadpool]

(Here goes)


It was indeed a rarity for the criminal mastermind, Edward Nigma, to personally go out to complete one of his operations. His next act required certain items that Riddler was positive he could acquire if he struck up a deal with Cobblepot, aka the Penguin. It was a rather lucky thing that he sent informants into a plethora of different gangs around Gotham City. They kept him updated about what the supposed "Super-Criminals" were up to, and how exactly he could benefit off of their doings. As such, there was currently a van heading to the Iceberg Lounge.


"To maintain my current cover, I'll be unfortunately relying on you ignoramuses to get this deal over with. But don't worry too much, I'll be monitoring your speech and keeping into contact with each of you through these coms. Try not to mess up, alright?" Riddler's patronizing voice rang through the communication devices that three of his informants were given, causing each of them to shake their heads in disdain. Most of his goons despised Riddler for his contemptuous act. However, they'd much rather work for him than the other crime bosses, as there was less of a risk that they'd be gutted or killed... so they thought, anyway.


Little did any of them know that there were tiny electronic devices on the monitors that Riddler had on their uniforms. If one of them made a mistake, the madman would activate it, thus splattering their "primitive" (as Riddler called it) DNA all over the ground.

 

[Hazak]

Ra's took a casual look out of the helicopter window as it made its way into the heart of Gotham. The city was much like the man that defended it. Dark, brood, formidable yet always lacking that one quality that could truly make it a powerful force. The will to make the hardest of choices. The Detective mirrored his city in many ways...save for one. The city could not vanish for days. Ra's himself was no stranger to moments of departure, from the prying eyes of the world. But the Detective sadly did not share the same philosophy as himself. So why vanish for so long? The riff raff that Batman revered to as his "nemesis" weren't civilized enough to maintain the city, rather in their case take it over without continues acts of senseless violence. However, this was a keen opportunity, if not to bring order finally to this city, then to examine just how it functions without, the Detective.


Ra's spoke to the pilot in simple voice, there was rarely a need to bark orders, that was for leaders who liked true power. "Set us down in my villa outside the city for the time being. I would like to settle in before my business commences." He then turned his attention back to his reading. The original copy of History of Animals, Aristotle's publications always seemed to keep him intrigued.

 

[Aura]

"Ah, Mr. Swift," a pretty young woman in a skintight black cocktail dress smiled as Kingpin entered the Lounge, "Mr. Cobblepot has been waiting for you. Come along, follow me." she flashed a pearly smile before turning on her heel and sashaying away from him without a second glance, her hips rolling softly from side to side, assuming that the man easily twice her diminutive size was following her.


She easily weaved her way through the crowd of patrons, all enjoying their time at the Iceberg Lounge, and up the stairs towards the private dining room. She peeked inside the small private room and Oswald made a beckoning motion with his hand to signal that he was ready for his expected guest. She nodded at Samuel before slipping away back down the stairs.


"Ah, Samuel. Come in," Oswald motioned with one hand as the other hand pulled a thick cigar away from his mouth, "Now, let's talk." and he smiled and belched a thick cloud of smoke into the air, "I've heard a lot about you, my friend. I've heard you're a powerful man in Metropolis and I can respect a man of power," he paused for effect, "Now, I can assume that you didn't come here to arrange a meeting just to check out the nightlife in Gotham and I would like to take this opportunity to extend a hand of friendship towards you... after all, you came to me, which I have chosen to take as your understanding that I too am a powerful man.


"There is not much point in making enemies when we both could stand to gain a powerful ally in potentially trying times. I'm sure the rumours are what have brought you here... it appears like Batman went and crapped out on Gotham... now don't get me wrong, Batman was a pain in my ass; a regular fucking thorn... but with him gone I can see the future; a feeding frenzy over Gotham and I'm the one with the biggest target on my back." he took another deep inhale on his cigar and motioned at the table where one sat waiting for Samuel if he desired to take it.


"It would do well for us to talk and for you to consider becoming an ally of mine. I can offer you much as a friend, but I will warn you already that I will make a brutal enemy. But enough from me, sit down already. We have much to discuss."

 

[Dark_Psycho]

(Will reply soon promise before work tomorrow.)


DeathToAllBetrayers

 

[Deadkool]

Samuel smiled and sat on the chair. He said "Believe me, if I was interested in starting a war, I would've brought more guards. Within days I can have a hundred men to my Gotham operation. I do agree that. A statement of power is needed. While I currently lack manpower in Gotham I will make a formidable opponent as well. With our combined power we could easily topple the crippled mass that is the Joker gang. After that I recommend we move on the Mr. Dent. Finally, we move North, using our newfound strength to obliterate whatever resistance is left. My advisors hae put a lot of thought into our Gotham campaign. Mr. Cobblepot, I look forward to our newfound cooperation." Samuel has a charismatic grin on his face. He could tell Penguin would make a useful ally.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

A motorcycle whizzed threw the street and zipped in and out of cara. The figure stopped the bike on a side street. She took off her helmet and her read hair shook out and hung around her shoulders. Her skin was pale,but she had blood red lips and bright Green eyes. She wore a green leather jacket and black pants. She stepped off her bike and looked around. She leaned on her bike as she waited for some one. Another woman, walked up with a smile she had blonde hair and wore black jeans with a red jacket. She smiled at the other woman.


"Hello Ivy dear,up to all kinds of trouble I hope with no sightings of our dear bat around."she smiles and hugs the other woman.


"oh my dear Harley of course I have. I do miss my dear bat, but we have a meeting with Mr.Cobblepot at the Iceberg lounge. Coming with or have something planned with the pudd'n?" She asked. Ivy smirked she knew her friend loved the dark clown prince,but he was not immune to her like her friend Harley. Ivy did not like the way he treated her.


Harley frowned,but nods."Yeah let's go" she said with a wicked grin. She got on the bike after Ivy got on."here wear this don't want that crazy skull getting squished." Ivy handed her a red helmet and put on her green one.


Ivy drove off and drove to the club. She pulled her helmet off. Harley followed suit they walked in and waited for someone to welcome them. Ivy spotted a woman." We are here to see Mr.Cobblepot."she said.


DeathToAllBetrayers

 

[Hazak]

"I...don't....give....a.....hot....damn!!!" Each word giving emphasis to each punch Roman gave this little useless pile of crap that his goons rolled in this evening. "If the Bat has flapped his stupid wings right out of Gotham I want expansion done, last week!" Today was a mind numbing day. The little prick Penguin once again didn't inform his new recruits to stay out his territory and so Roman felt the need to come down stairs and teach the recruit a few 'lessons' before he sent him back to the over stuffed turkey. Why was he surrounded by so many idiots?! There should be a law against idiocy. He allowed himself a breath of humor at the irony. Then he punched the little snot three more times. He then stood up, straightening his white suit and walked out "Dump the bastard a few blocked near the birds little nest. Diana! Woman where are you!" A bored looking brunette in a business blouse and skirt came up behind him with a note pad. Her voice was equally as bored.


"Blackmask, sir. Your three o'clock is here. If that still holds your concern."


He raised an annoyed eyebrow. "Of course it does woman. The whole damn city is going nuts and you think I don't have concerns that evolve my business!" He then stormed into his main office and seated himself across from his desk staring into the mask of one of the most intellectual and physically formidable creatures in Gotham. Bane. "Sup big guy?"


Ra's poured himself a hot cup of tea and settled into his study for the evening. He pulled up a screen on his table and started referring a bit of the layout of Gotham's architecture. The city had not physically changed over the years much. As he gazed into the screen he felt the presence of his soldier. "What do you have to report?"


The servant bowed even if Ra's did not look his way. "The one known as Penguin seems to have a strange gathering in the heart of the city. At least from the eyes of one of our brothers in the area. Shall we intervene?"


Ra's lazily raise his hand in the air. "No, no, let them. Their plans at the moment carry no real weight for us. We shall monitor for the moment their erratic movements. Nothing more. Ah, but I shall make a call to a few...friends as it were. Do patch me into Mr. Grayson and Ms. Gordon. We should talk about their previous instructor."

 

[Aura]

Penguin considered dragging deeply on the cigar before speaking, "The Joker gang... I've got sources that tell me that it's already beginning to show its cracks... The clown's girlfriend seems to be heading much of the organization's activities as of late and she ain't exactly bright," he leaned forward into the hazy smoke of the cigar that hung before him in the air before fixing his gaze firmly on Samuel, "I would say that that obnoxious clown boyfriend of hers went missing with the Batman, except that Quinn's got this obnoxious shrill voice and an unhealthy obsession with her precious Mister J... you'd definitely knew if he was gone because you'd probably hear her wailing or you'd hear the screams of whoever got rid of him. It would be immensely fun to topple the clown's empire while he was taking a nap waiting for the love of his life to come back though... and of course by that I mean Bats," he chortled loudly.


"I've got my sights on Sionis's empire, but I agree that it's smarter to consolidate all of the territory before I even dream of taking this to any level beyond cute little border skirmishes..." he breathed and he fished a piece of paper out of his pocket, "Here's the deed to an abandoned warehouse on the harbour. I'll admit it, it's not precious to me... it's practically worthless, but it's a measure of good faith. Friends reward each other and if you're clever you could make something out of it."


He scratched mindlessly at his cheek just between his dramatically angled nose and the expanse of skin where the bottle encircled his eye, "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."


Downstairs, the hostess regarded the two before her critically knowing fully well who they were... but also that they weren't on their list. She glanced again at the list surreptitiously hoping that their names would magically appear while she was struggling to make a quick call on what to do with knowing that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. One didn't exactly say no to the very dangerous combination of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy when they asked for something, but Penguin wasn't exactly someone that reacted any better when he didn't get what he wanted.


She opened her mouth to speak and tell them that Penguin was too busy to meet with them tonight, but that was before her head shot back in a mist of blood and her head cracked on the ground as the doors to the Iceberg Lounge flung open to a handful of men rushing forward with weapons. At their front was Two-Face dressed sharply in a suit divided evenly in half between the colours of red and white. His coin glinted in the lights of the Iceberg Lounge before he jerked his gun away from a screaming patron.


"Enough show, we've made our point," he barked sharply to his crew who reluctantly lowered their guns to wait for Two-Face's next coin flip to dictate his commands.

 

[Deadkool]

"The warehouse will make an excellent way to import supplied and manpower. As for the Joker gang, while they may not be in the best of places, their facilities will be more than useful." Bang! Samuel heard the loud shot of a gun down the steps. He said "Some unexpected company I assume? Need some help showing them the door?" Samuel got a small communications device from his coat pocket and pressed a button. A dozen armed men would be there within minutes.

 

[Hazak]

"You have 2 minutes to convince me that I should come down there and take you in myself." Nightwing's glare was intense and sincere. Ra's and the former boy wonder did not see eye to eye much like the Detective but the boy seemed capable of listening more intently then his instructor. Though for how long that would continue would be left to discover. Mr. Grayson may not have noticed but from his costume to the fact that he found a new residence in Blüdhaven, a city much like Gotham...the young man was becoming more like his father figure each day. Ms. Gordon was far more interesting. Having a madman take her legs, a lesser person would crumble yet she was still quite capable. The detective knew how to select his warriors. Ra's allowed himself a slight smile. "Mr. Grayson I can appreciate your need for secrecy but do you really think it prudent to speak to me while wearing your mask? I know I work you and Ms. Gordon....apparently from prior....activities." At the end of his sentence he saw the slight tension in both their necks and the obvious flushing of skin. They had assumed that picking up the call in different rooms would fool him enough as to their relative proximity. Amusing. But they were young and the two former sidekicks romantic visits had nothing to do with his call.


Barbara let out a sigh. "What do you want Ra's?"


Bane gave Blackmask a raised eyebrow with an amused smirk. "Sup, yourself." His voice had that deep raspy edge to it. Coupled with his latin accent some people may call it attractive. But coming out of the man known as Bane it gave off more of a feeling like a tiger was speaking to you. Except the tiger was nicer and couldn't break three people with a fist. Bane sat in the luxury chair of the large office (that could easily double as a small ballroom) slightly hunch over with his finger interlocked. His eyes moving in slow deliberate paths. Always checking something out.


Ramon stared at the man. He was huge and all muscle, this was him without any venom in his veins?! "So I bet ya wonderin' why I brought you here? Well seems Bats has up and left the city. Probably to go be a freak somewhere else. I figured why not use this perfect opportunity to make some head way before the bastard returns. Which got me thinking who is some one that can do nice work and not screw thing up..whi-"


"Which brings me into the picture, yes? Listen, máscara, I understand. You want me to charge in with a few of your...." Bane let out a chuckled. "...men. At the current stronghold of the little bird man. This would be sound reasoning were I a mindless creature or if I had not heard of his little meeting going down earlier this week. So whats to say I haven't already sided with him?" In that instant every guard in the place took out a firearm including Ramon. Bane simple lift up both hi hands in the air slow and smiled. "Cálmese, cálmese my friends hehe. I am not within the talon of the bird. Nor shall I be within yours. But I am very open to a partnership, hmm? You see you have the fire. The money no doubt but I feel you are wasting you true skills sitting in this office giving orders." He gave smile.


Ramon settled back in his chair and set the gun on the desk. He knew what Bane was referring to. He returned the smile. "You now have my attention."

 

[Deadkool]

@Aura

 

[Dark_Psycho]

They saw the girl about to say no and went to kill her. Ivy had not killed her in the first place she needed to be on the good side if the penguin. When the woman's head splattered. She turned with a dark glare someone had taken her kill Ivy did not enjoy this much. She turned to see what Idiot had dare interrupt anything she and Harley were doing. Her green eyes fell on the Riddler as he entered. Ivy raised a brow at Harley "two face what is this?" Ivy asked her friend with a raised eyebrow. Harley stopped next to her "sure,but if were to make a deal with the penguin looks like will have to deal with that." She said. Her voice was shrill and annoying, but Ivy dealt with her better then others. The others were not immune to her like Harley was. Ivy turned to two faces men her red lips curled into a smile."Well well seems were all here to Mr.Cobblepot are we not." She said."Now was that truly necessary." She pointed the woman they had killed. She hated being with out vines. She how ever was never with out poison.


DeathToAllBetrayers

 

[Aura]

(Sorry, I was waiting for Gilmoregirl12 to post since Two-Face charged into the building and his goons killed the woman in front of them... plus I live in Manitoba and we've been having periodic rolling blackouts for hours now so I've been more focused on the loss of heat and power haha...)


A low chuckle escaped from Two-Face's throat as the coin glinted again in the light above as he ran through various decisions with the coin, "Oh Ivy, I would think you would recognize me... I've got a very distinctive profile." he murmured tilting the grinning scarred half of his face towards the woman before the men behind him joined in his laughter. The Riddler indeed... how insulting could Ivy be? It had to be a purposeful dig, no one could mistake him for that arrogant weirdo whose primary joy seemed to derive from the creation of elaborate and unnecessary traps and those damned riddles!


"I also don't think we're here for the same reason. I'm not exactly looking to find myself under the Penguin's wing... I'm here to start clipping the little bird's wings." he flipped the coin twice, "I have no interest in either of you."


Upstairs, Penguin frowned rubbing his cigar out before pushing himself out of the chair. He gave Samuel little regard as he stepped forth onto the balcony to survey the scene before him. This was not the sight he liked to see when regarding the floor of the Iceberg Lounge. He liked to see the tables and booths full of wealthy socialites enjoying their fill of fine liquor or dancing to jazz music, but instead of this he saw Gotham's elite fleeing and he heard the sounds of the screams rising through the air.


There was no mistaking those at the door. Those ridiculous outfits... there was Harley Quinn and the vibrant red hair belonged to Poison Ivy, but they seemed a little lost leading him to conclude that they were not involved with Dent. Of course, Two-Face was here... it would have been too easy for his coin to land on the other option, "Pity. I liked that girl, she was everything you wanted in a hostess... good at her job, confidential, and willing to bend over backwards to please." Oswald scowled seeing the body of his hostess on the ground. Dent's coin seemed to have it out for him, didn't it?


At least Harvey's coin seemed to have demanded a lull in the violence, leaving his patrons to scream dumbly as they scrambled for a good hiding place, "May as well," he said to Samuel, finally acknowledging his newest comrade, thinking that at least it would save him losing some men in the conflict, "See what I mean about Gotham? Scum like Two-Face think that they can waltz into my lounge and rain down bullets," he grumbled toying with the umbrella in his hands. Let Kingpin prove his worth, he may as well use this opportunity to test the faith he had put in their friendship.

 

[Deadkool]

A gentle click was heard by the door. A small cylinder rolled into the center of the Iceberg Lounge. The cylinder clicked and spewed out a gas, covering the room in a white fog. Then, Kingpin's men flooded into the room armed with rifles and pistols. They seemed to be wearing gasmasks. A few shots were heard, these were the sounds of lead being plunged into skulls. Meanwhile, Two-Faces's men were blinded. Killing them would be simple, so long as the gas held out. Kingpin began speaking "As you can see, fighting demons is easy, when you have the right equipment."

 

[Dark_Psycho]

(Ment two face wow screw me. Sorry about the delay on posts stupid work will post soon)


Ivy shook her head."meant two face you two are very alike when in the shadows."Now why the hell do you want to go after. The Penguin of all crime bosses."she said. Ivy fixed her leather green Jacket and looked at Harvey dent. "Come now Dent not enough to loose your title. You want to leave it again come now bats gone no need for turf wars.


She looked up seeing. The Penguin looking down. She saw the cylinder and pushed. Harley for the door she coughed covering her mouth. She heard kingpin and coughed. That ass did this to the room. She coughed and glared at kingpin she wanted use her poisons but wouldn't.


DeathToAllBetrayers

 

[Hazak]

"So let me get this straight..." Barbara started as she rubbed her temple staring down at her keyboard. "Batman leaves and you feel the need to ask us questions. You are aware of the fact that you have we um....kinda...maybe...sorta..."


"Dislike me?"


"Despise you! You have tried to kill us multiple times and have endangered the innocent people of the city....and...don't raise your hand at me."


Ra's let out a knowing sigh. He has heard the same disdain from many of the Detective's adoptive family. Their minds were brilliant but even the most intelligent of people could not fully understand his vision. "I do apologize for interpreting you Ms. Gordan but my question is simple. And to be honest I could find the answer just as easily without your aid...."


"So why come to us Ra's?" Nightwing interjected with a hint a malice that he placed no effort to hide.


"I come to you out of common courtesy, I ask a simple question. If the Detective has left his city. How do you plan to defend it?"


"That a threat Ra's because if it is..."


"Mr. Grayson, I will remind you that this is not a call of malicious intent but I will not allow threats to be posted to my person even if it is from you."


Barbara looked over to her left on the screen. "Dick, calm down. He really is asking a question. Remember its Ra's, a madman to be sure but we are dealing with Zsasz or The Joker here. And we are trying the best we can Ra's but why the concern?"


"I do understand the confusion you may have Ms. Gordan but I assure you while my ideals differ from your instructor, I too would like to see this city brought to order as well. That is all."


The screen on Nightwings screen flashed a few times and he looked to his right quickly at Barbara. Ra's felt that he should go ahead and explain it to them.


"I assume that is a report of gun fire. Around the Iceburg Lounge perhaps?"


Nightwings eyes showed his surprise. "Is this you?"


"Do not insult me Mr. Grayson. If I wanted this Oswald Cobblepot slain. It would have been done by now and you may know about it for a few weeks." He spoke with a knowing certainty, Ra's never felt the need to boost when it was the truth. "I suggest you go and 'try your best' as it were. End transmission please." And with that he slowly walked towards his large window to enjoy a bit of fresh air.


"You're telling me that's your plan?! HAHAHAHA! Your suppose to have like PhD's and stuff right? Sure your brain isnt just muscle?" Ramon couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous nature of the plan. If it worked the pay day would be insane. If it failed. Well it set him back a few months but it would give to much unwelcome attention.


Bane leaned back in his chair and allowed himself to settle in more. And gave a smile "I assure you pequeño cráneo, my plan is well founder. Why...I think some of it is going down as we speak....."


Why him?! Why did the boss want him of all people to do this. He signs on as the damn trash guy for three weeks here at this stupid club and finally gets down to the area the map showed. Now he has enough crap in his pants to grow a productive farm. He approached the water edge. Sweat beading down his head as his voice tremble with every word "Um.....sir. Um a I'm looking to speak with a Mr. Jones. A Mr. Wayne Jones?" The water started to stir.

 

[Aura]

The gas did surprise Dent though he managed to find his way back out of the doors before the worst of it hit. He choked as he scrambled out into the nearby alley. He flipped the coin and upon reading the result he rummaged through the garbage before finally extracting a broken leg of a chair. He approached the door and with a good deal of effort he crooked it between the handles of the doors. Penguin was to have his men and do as he pleased with them.


He regarded Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, who were dealing with the effects of the gas far better than he had been. He tossed the coin and turned towards them, "Ladies, are you still so eager to ally yourself with that birdbrain?"


Penguin made a disapproving clicking noise, "Mind yourself, you've just gassed a good portion of Gotham's elite. Tends to be taken a little more personal than Dent coming in and shooting at them. Holding the Iceberg Lounge is worthless without my reputation intact, it's important that my clientele are kept happy."


Cobblepot pulled away from the edge of the balcony seeing the smoke wafting up through the air, "A little showy and excessive for my liking... I would have pulled them from the Lounge and had them all strung up and flipped a double-sided coin for each of them, personally, but I suppose you have potential." he waddled back to his office frowning at the scene before him. It was a bold move and a little uncalled for in the Iceberg Lounge of all places, but a little boldness never hurt anyone.


Oswald returned with a gas mask and a grin on underneath it, "Are you eager to have a little fun?" without waiting for a response, "I'd like to fortify my position in Gotham and I have my eyes set on a particular ally... all you would need to do for me is capture an ice sculpture. You won't easily be able to gas the owner of the sculpture and he won't willingly part with it, but you'll earn more than a warehouse if you can bring me this sculpture without damage to it... not a scratch, not a single scratch or we'll make an extremely dangerous enemy instead of an ally."

 

[Deadkool]

Samuel replied to Penguin by saying "While your clientele may not be pleased momentarily, think of the headlines. Local business owner making a stand against gang violence. You'll be a saint in the media, and your clientele don't exactly have many choice when it comes to saints in Gotham. As for the ice sculpture, I assume you're speaking of Doctor Fries. Now, I think the best options would be toying with his cybernetics or..perhaps baiting him. Do you have anything the good doctor want? A snowcone perhaps heh." The Kingpin men dispersed from the Lounge.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ivy helped take Harley over to Dent."count us in on helping you." Ivy said. She glared toward where the Penguin was. Ivy had just set her eyes on a new target the penguin and Kingpin.


Harley looked at Ivy and nods in agreement. She was not okay as her friend. She was still coughing. Ivy looked at her"Hands above your head lets go Harley."she helped her out."your dark prince will kill me if you die." She said. Ivy looked at two face and held out her hand."We have an accord?" She asks


DeathToAllBetrayers

 

[Deadkool]

Samuel saw the two barge in and was caught slightly off guard. He slowly moved his hand to his waist and said to Penguin "Friends of yours, Mr. Cobblepot? I hardly think now is the time for unexpected guests." Samuel was growing impatient with the interruptions, and was tempted to put a bullet between both of their heads, but stayed his hand, for now.

 

[GrieveWriter]

The Dandyman dropped the butt of a used cigarette on the floor of the cargobob he was in. He sighed as he checked the watch. Two other hired goons were messing around in the back of the vehicle while two more took over piloting the thing. They had been flying around their target for the past 45 minutes and the Dandyman was none too happy about it, but one wouldn't be able to tell by appearance alone.


"Hey Dandy," One of the goons in the back said as he listened to the radio "Something's goin down at the Iceberg Lounge... Wanna head over?"


"Oh please Mitch come on." Dandyman dragged out the word "What on earth would that possibly get me? Ya gotta think like a planner before making plans sonny."


"Well, I jus thought it'd be excitin' an all." Mitch said with a sigh of disgruntlement


"Oh pshaw," Dandyman waved the notion off before gesturing with his arms out the nearest viewport to their target "You're telling me this kinda stuff's not entertaining?"


Mitch shrugged a bit and glanced to the other goon for support. "You don't think I'm gonna do it eh?" Dandyman pointed out


"Well it's just that... Well I mean after the other runs you've gone on." Mitch started


"All just probing my friend, can't cook a turnkey without a little of it now and then. By the way, like the new cane? Got it custom made by a pal of mine from Rio."


"How exactly is this supposed to be different?"? the other goon asked


"Well for starters I actually have a full plan." Dandyman said before gesturing to Mitch "Because I'm a planner kid remember what one looks like."


"Anyway," Dandyman said as he checked his watch again "looks like my time is just... about....Up!"


He clapped his hands and moved over to the cockpit "Ben! Drop the payload!"


Ben glanced at Dandyman before shrugging and flipping a switch. Below them, cables attached to a truck with the Ace Chemicals signatures on it was released from the cargobob and began plummeting through the air.


"Gentlemen, Below us is a fine eatery owned by the former owner of an establishment I visited not to long ago. Funded generously by Wayne Interprises among other things." Dandyman pointed out "At this very moment, a couple fat cats with more money than heart are eating away and chatting over stuff none of them could literally give a damn about. And Gentlemen... Let me tell you it is an honor to be dropping deadly chemicals on them with all of you."


The moment he finished his monologue, the truck crashed through the roof of the restaurant, spilling its cargo as it goes.


Dandyman didn't stay to watch the wreckage though, he turned back to the pilot as the others whooped and hollered over the destruction below them.


"Ben, how about a party ride round the city!"


Seeing no reason not to, the pilot shifted the cargobob around a bit until son they were joy riding through the city's airspace. They were laughing and having a good time when suddenly, Ben's eyes bulged out and he slumped over in his seat.


The other goons were looking on in shock as Dandyman blew some smoke from the revolver he commandeered from the cargobob's lockbox. The copilot saw the gun train on him next and he frantically tried to get out of his seat.


"No wait! No no n-" The bullet threw him into the wall of the cockpit and Dandyman turned back to the other two before tossing the smoking gun on the floor.


"Boss...." Mitch said slowly "What the hell!?!"


"Seeing as this is the only crime where I was fully involved my boss reasoned that I take a couple precautions while dealing with it. Don't ask me to go into detail but the only thing you need to know is that this flying hunk a metal is gonna spiral out of control in about 15 seconds." Dandyman explained as he slipped on a parachute and gestured to the only other one "I suggest Rock Paper Scissors, saved my rear on a couple occasions like this. Anyhoo catch ya around the curb kids."


And with that he threw open the door and leaped out.


Mitch stood there stunned for a second before turning to the other goon, only to receive a fist to the jaw which sent him careening into the side of the cargobob. The other goon raced towards the parachute and only partially got it on before lunging out of the cargobob.


But the goon was thrown from the parachute instantly due to the fact that the straps had both been severed, and he immediately began flailing as he tried to orientate himself in the sky.


As the Dandyman floated safely towards a rooftop, he was momentarily distracted by screaming and glanced to the side as his former employee plummeted to his doom. He shook his head a bit and watched as the rapidly declining form of the wild cargobob disappeared behind some buildings.


Dandyman whipped out his phone as he landed on the roof, then unclipped his parachute before heading for the nearby roof access door.