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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Jul 23, 2013 16:50:13 GMT -5
Naturally Oswald had been informed the moment Edward entered his domain and yet he made no move to be on time for the meeting. Every so often he would simply plan to be late, he couldn't always be seen jumping around to the whim of every rogue just because they wanted to see him, he was a busy man! He had not however planned to be quite this late, giving Nigma enough time to get a drink and flirt his way round the waitresses was one thing but soon it would pass the point of even being fashionably late and become merely impolite or worse give the impression that he was simply inept at time keeping.
The reason for the extra delay was simple, Harley had gotten there first. It wasn't that Oswald disliked the clown maid any more than he disliked everyone in general but one wrong move and the Joker would be causing trouble, he'd rather be as far away from such chaos as possible but he could delay no longer. Though as Harley seems particularly energetic he is sorely tempted to pretend he's out, not that he's been sat around watching over the cameras the whole time, perish the thought.
Pausing behind closed doors Oswald takes a deep breath and sticks on his best fake smile before finally he steps out into the public room and starts on his way over to Edward, tipping his hat to Selina on the way "Miss Kyle" A pity it seemed she was leaving already, she often brought him nice shiny things to sell. His focus is quick to settle on Edward and Harley next and he keeps a careful eye on the clown, she was never as harmless as she acted "Edward, how good to see you again my friend" The Oswald puppet earns a glance and he tries to look unbothered by it "I see Miss Quinn is gracing us with her own peculiar brand of entertainment again, how are you my dear?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 0:04:00 GMT -5
Harley didn't even notice the moment Oswald had appeared and was surprised to hear his voice from behind her. She quickly ducked her penguin puppet behind her back as she turned, although it was obvious that Mr. Cobblepot had already caught sight of the felt, bird-like imitation so there was no point in attempting to hide it. At first she was smiling sheepishly, but now Harley held it out in front of her in a flourish of pride. “Pengers! Sign my puppet?” She stole Edward’s pen and held it out for Oswald. “It would make me reaaally happy if you did.” She batted her eyes smiled sweetly for him.
Everyone feared the Joker, even Oswald Cobblepot. Harley could see it in his eyes as hard as the man tried to hide it. She could see his brow twitch as it strained to hide a scowl when ever she irritated him to the point of breaking. He was really good at hiding it too!
She watched the man-bird's eyes dart from the puppet and then just as quickly back at herself as if resisting an urge to destroy the unrealistic play thing. Still, he held his composure well. He even managed to lift his chin as any noble man would. To radiate class and sophistication must be quite the challenge around Miss Quinn, and she was more than happy to see how long he was willing to keep his cool.
Turning her head to Edward, she shone an excited grin at him not only to let him see how happy she was that Oswald was participating by signing her puppet, but also as a hint to watch her go into action with the stout, little man. Once their host had finished signing the puppet, Harley plucked the penguin’s monocle from his eye and examined the signature on her puppet. “I say Ozzy, that’s pretty penmanship ya got there! Did they teach ya that in Princeton University or during your stay in penitentiary?” To Harley, it didn’t matter where her rounded friend learned how to write, she simply wanted to show off how many P’s she could utter while provoking the prim and proper Penguin. She pulled the puppet out from his hand and replaced the emptiness with the man’s monocle. She was fairly certain it was secretly monogrammed in assuming all things owned by the rich were marked as their own. To her own disappointment, it was not. But that did not matter. She had another puppet signed and ready and ready for play!
“Thanks Ozzums! I owe ya one!” She grabbed the important man and pulled him into a hug. During this process, she had accidentally knocked off his top hat and buried his face into chest. It was not a hard thing to do since the man was relatively shorter than she, however, this action had caught her by surprise and she just as quickly released him and backed up after having squeaked. “You’re nose is freezing! Where has it been all night, stuck in the freezer?” She shivered with her hands holding onto the sides of her arms, rubbing them as she uttered a ‘brrrr!’ Something else had caught her attention, she looked down at her chest and fished out his monocle; which must have dropped down during the surprised hug.
“It’s a good thing Lucy and Carol caught this for ya, otherwise it would have smashed into a million pieces!” -Harley had named her chest bumps after Lucille Ball and Carol Burnett; two of Harley’s favorite comedic actresses.
Quinn blows on the rounded glass twice, rubbed it on her… nope! Everything she had on was leather! She would have to use Oswald’s sleeve instead. Once that little problem had been solved, she drops the monocle into the man’s breast pocket and brushed off some imaginary lint from his shoulder. She took a large step back to stand beside Edward, holding up her new prize for him to see, and turned about the man in green as her other hand slipped into her purse to pull out the second puppet. She now turned about on Edward’s other side, brandishing the two hand-warmers and made them move every time either Edward or Oswald would talk just to entertain herself.
The fun stopped the moment her phone went off. She pulled off the penguin puppet with her mouth and reached down to pluck it out of her purse. She flipped open the pink communicator, spit the puppet into her purse and then answered. "Yeah? ...Oh hiya Puddin! I was just talkin' to... Oh." Her brows drew closer as disappointment set in. "But Puddin' I... But..." She sighed and her shoulders sank when she realized the fun was over. She nodded and agreed that she would be where ever it was the Joker needed her and that she would hurry. She was about to tell him that she loved him but he had already hung up.
Harley looked at the phone and then back at the others. "He's always in a hurry." That was her excuse when ever the Joker "forgot" to say "I love you too Harl." But oh well, there's always tomorrow. "Thanks for the fun Riddlecakes but I gotta fly." She kissed his cheek and looked at Oswald. Rather than have to go through having a cold chest again, she simply smiled and waved her fingers. "Bye bye Birdie." She skipped out of the Lounge, tapping the security on one shoulder and passing him by before he had time to turn and see no one standing behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2013 22:40:35 GMT -5
Harley could always be seen as a source of entertainment, and Edward had to admit, she had a talent of turning his sour mood into a somewhat happier one. The sweet…slightly creepy song caused a slight tilt of his lips into a smile, almost forgetting how rude Ozzy was to keep him waiting.
Selina, per usual, had her own talent of being distracting and even if her almost display of stripping caught his eyes for a moment, he wouldn’t let her get the best of him. He was far too annoyed to put up with her mischief, and when she turned to leave he took no note of her. She didn’t deserve his attention.
A plump little man appeared out of his offices, and a sly smirked played on Edward’s lips. It appeared to get the bird to flee the nest, all you needed was a little fire beneath it. At the appearance of the owner, customers seemed to stand a bit straighter, either out of respect or some need to get the small man’s attention. As expected, Ozzy came straight to him with his usual fake persona, but before he could comment, Harley had taken control of the conversation once more and focused on the puppet. Edward’s patience was already thin and the idea of his conversation with the Penguin being delayed once more, he felt ready to snap.
By some godsend though, her phone rang and her abusive boyfriend took all of her attention. Edward almost felt a tinge of sadness for the girl as he caught her body language slacken, but when it came down to it, it was Harley’s own fault. She kept going back to a man who was a horrible for her. He wouldn’t feel pity for her own stupid decision.
Twitching at the nickname, he smiled and said, “Goodbye dear.” He then turned his attention back to the Penguin. He took a step forward, turning the man away from the crowd and back towards his office. What he wanted to discuss he didn’t want to discuss in private.
“Now Ozzy, when did you start leaving a dear customer waiting? I thought you had more business skills then some common Dollar Store,” he remarked in annoyance. After all, Edward had been missing for a months now, you would think the man would hold some curiosity to where he had gone.
“I suppose I can overlook the absolute impolite actions, if you might have what I am looking for. Riddle me this, what is green, bright, and a weakness to the man who can stop a speeding train?” he smirked.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Aug 12, 2013 17:32:35 GMT -5
It was a great struggle to maintain any sort of pleasant and dignified expression, let alone response, to having the deformed monstrosity of his puppet self as he was forced to not only see the thing close up but also sign it. It was an even greater struggle not to destroy the thing once he has his hands on it. He almost manages to get his temper under enough control to come up with some sort of neutral wording that wouldn't insult the clown but the words flee from his mind as he's suddenly being pulled around and squawking at the hug, albeit a rather muffled squawk due to the location of his head at the time.
He stumbles back as he's suddenly released again and straightens his jacket "Yes, well, if we shall just calm down now" trying to regain some of his dignity before he stoops to retrieve his hat, his hand self-consciously feeling his nose as he does. He's sure it's doesn't feel that cold to him...
His monocle is quickly put back in it's place and how fortunate it is that the Joker chooses that moment to call or Oswald may have to spend his entire evening straightening himself back up as Harley ruffles his feathers. He calms down enough for at least a civil tip of the hat to her wave "How unfortunate you must depart so soon, farewell Harley"
He waits only long enough for her to be out of the lounge before he stops even attempting to look anything but exceedingly irritating "I hate that puppet" he mutters angrily, allowing himself a moment to further imagine it's destruction. It wasn't simply an irritating creation of Harley's to him, it was thought of on the same lines as those who have laughed and teased him in the past and he didn't like it.
Finally his attention can focus where it should have been, on Edward rather than the considerable distraction that was Harley "I highly doubt either of us have ever been desperate enough to go anywhere near a Dollar Store" He even pronounces it as if it's some foreign idea that only the disastrously poor have to deal with.
Harley has a way of knocking him quite firmly off his perch and he makes no attempt to apologise for the wait but does allow Edward to return them to behind closed doors and it's not until Edward's little riddle that Oswald's keen mind seems to return back in full force and he leads then into the nearest empty meeting room and shuts the door before he responds, as if that would somehow slow Superman down were he around to listen in "Now what could you be planning to need something like that?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2013 22:17:53 GMT -5
Edward gave a full hearted laugh at the mention of the puppet as Ozzy lead them into one back room into another and another. “I thought it was a fairly decent reputation,” he smirked and patted the shorter man on the back. He made certain to take note of each guard they passed on the way into Ozzy’s secret lair. He had done quite a bit of business with the Penguin over the years, but even with each business transaction, they never gained any sort of trust in one another. Edward knew the man would happily sell out to the highest bidder, and recognized that man made a profit on information as he did supplies. Information unlike money was not something he spent away freely.
When they reached the small meeting room that, like the rest of the Iceberg, was decorated with fancy arm chairs and small tables, he moved himself to one of the larger chairs. He sat himself down like a king and sunk into the cushions. “Tsk. Tsk. Like a great magician, where is the value in my trick if I share the secrets behind it to everyone who ask?” he teased, adjusting himself in the chair and setting his cane to the side.
“We both know if I am asking for something of that…let’s say…quality, that I have an interest in the supposed hero who protects Metropolis, which I do,” he commented, making certain not to reveal too much information to the man that would easily open his lips to the highest dime. “But you never answered my question. I know you have access to many things, but do you have access to what I am looking for? I am willing to pay a hefty sum for it if need be.”
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Aug 22, 2013 18:08:13 GMT -5
Oswald appears on edge. There are some things you don't mess with, at least without a suitable back up plan and some reassurance that it's not likely to backfire in your face. Superman was one such thing.
While he wasn't opposed to crossing the hero and would be more than happy to see someone finally get rid of the super powered nuisance Oswald does believe that anyone who could break a man with their little finger deserves a little cautious consideration when it comes to deals relating to them. It was basic self preservation. That Superman isn't known for grievously injuring people is irrelevant, Oswald can't imagine not using that sort of power.
On the other hand Oswald is greedy and it would be Edward at the mercy of Sup's pinky finger if anything goes wrong, which Ozzy is fine with.
Quickly fixing a drink gives Oswald at least long enough to consider his options and try to think of anyway that providing such an item could be tracked back to him short of Edward spilling the beans.
"I may know where to acquire a small sum of the material..." He finally answers in his usual vagueness. He knew exactly where, at least one small piece was in his safe upstairs, just in case he had unwelcome visitors. The moment he'd found out Superman had any weakness at all he spent considerable time and money tracking down enough to give him at least a fighting chance at some defence. Selling some would be...an acceptable loss, considering how much he could charge for it "An incredibly hefty sum would barely cover it. This is not the sort of thing than one can simply stumble upon" Sipping from his drink Oswald seems to be considering things, or more likely pausing to try and give Edward the idea that he can't afford it so Ozzy can swoop in and be 'nice' by offering him a fantastic and not at all over priced deal "However, I do have some thoughts for the future that would benefit from your assistance. The plans are somewhat in their beginning stages but it shouldn't be anything beyond your skills" Another pause and Oswald sips from his drink again, deep in thought before he finally asks "Do you intend to kill him?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 18:04:23 GMT -5
Edward could see Ozzy’s feathers had been ruffled by the way he nervously seemed to glance and move around the room as if the Superhero was on the other side of the wall and would be barging in at a moment’s notice. Edward got comfortable in the chair feeling relaxed. He had thought every point of his plan out, and had taken into mind all possible actions. It would be a success, but a main piece of it was getting a hold of the green rock.
He had to admit, he held respect for Oswald that he did not hold for any other within the gallery. They have been doing business for years, and while there had certainly been hiccups along the road, they were always able to come to a reasonable solution for both of their problems. The only issue that constantly made Edward twitch was the pricetag with each item, but Edward had money. He had a lot of money, and if he didn’t have money, he knew how to get it within a short period of time.
As he mentioned the word “hefty”, he winced, know that the man was purposefully overcharging him because he knew Edward needed it, and it was a difficult product to get a hold of. His bottom lip pursed out in thought, and he tapped the top of his cane as considered walking into this trap. Owing a favor to the Penguin was always a trap.
“Intend? No,” he said, obviously focusing more on what this assistance could be and not the question asked, “If he dies, I won’t lose sleep, but it is not my intention.”
His eyes then snapped forward and locked with his, “I feel honored that you would seek me for assistance, but for accepting such a deal, I certainly need more details. Care to expand?”
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Sept 22, 2013 6:04:29 GMT -5
Oswald also holds a certain level of respect for Edward, or at least more than he holds for the average person. The Riddler was a man of reason and unlike so many of the insane or boorish thugs Oswald usually has to deal with Edward knew how to do business. He was of course irritatingly smart which made him harder to screw over but it also made him more useful. He was a suitable business partner and they usually both ended up getting something they wanted whenever they had a meeting.
"A simple matter of a few elections in need of fixing, the exact details I cannot yet divulge but as I said, nothing I'm certain you cannot handle. There is also another matter but well, we would just have to say you owe me one, I'm not at liberty to speak of such things yet" Oswald slyly smiles as he finally takes a seat, enjoying the feeling of having something so valuable that he could basically name his price.
Owing Oswald one was indeed a trap nearly every time depending of course on what he wanted, however a more useful person could almost always get away with one for free. Oswald enjoyed having people owe him one and would often hold such a deal in reserve for an emergency. If he called in his last favour it was almost certain to be a big one or something he desperately needed, to lose such power over someone was not something he would do on a whim. One would think by now with how much business the pair had done together neither would remember exactly who owed who what but there was no way Oswald would let such details slide and he highly doubted Edward wouldn't have been keeping track.
There were some things that were worth using up a favour on however and after some careful consideration as to the dangers of making such a move against the Man of Steel, Oswald offers a option "Perhaps if it were to become intended I could sweeten the deal...Find someone else to owe me a favour. I still would require your considerable skills in my political ventures but if the man were to die...perhaps that would be all I need" He'd had a mind to hire Edward to help rig elections before, he was simply using the opportunity not to have to owe the man for it however on it's own it wouldn't cover the cost of losing that chunk of kryptonite so there was the deal. Either way he wanted the elections to go his way when he asked for it but in addition Edward could either owe him a sizeable favour or kill Superman.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 0:44:32 GMT -5
Edward leaned his chin into the palm of his hand, rubbing his jaw with his forefinger and thumb as he listened to Ozzy’s proposal, his eyes staying locked on the short man’s. It helped when he was sitting down; they were actually at eye level. He smirked at his little joke to himself, but nodded at the mention of an election. Elections were quite easy to fix. Paper ballots were becoming rare, especially in big cities like Gotham and Metropolis. They used electronic voting to count. They still had a paper record, but you could fix the vote electronically and then handle the paper before a recount was issued, if a recount ever was.
However, when it came to election fraud, he preferred to like the candidate he was supporting. He followed politics, but he had never felt a need to take a full involvement in it. After all, each candidate was lacked any superior intelligence. He never was quite surprised when he saw the government failing and failing again.
He continued to listen and winced at the idea of owing him a favor. A favor could mean anything, and Edward never appreciated anyone holding that much power over him, especially a manipulative man like Oswald.
He had to determine if gaining kryptonite from Oswald with such a payment was better than going through Luthor or some other black market entity. Luthor certainly was not an option. He had other plans for him and had no interest in ruining those for a product he could get somewhere else.
His expression softened from thought as Oswald continued to something that sounded more realistic. He smirked, pulling his hand away, and pushing himself up off the chair. “I am not a killer, so I cannot guarantee his death, however, if he does, I will hold you to that. As for the basis of the agreement, I will find someone to owe you a favor, and if I cannot I will, and I will assist in this political endeavor and in return, you will provide me with the amount of kryptonite I need for my currents affairs,” he stated, about to hold out his hand to shake on it, but he stopped. “Before I agree, I need to know, who will I be helping get into office?”
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Oct 16, 2013 17:33:08 GMT -5
The response was not entirely unexpected, Edward really did make a terrible hired killer, his obsession with giving everyone a test and so a way out was quite frustrating. For the death of Superman it was worth asking but Oswald doesn't like paying for chance and he certainly doesn't like the idea of paying someone to do something they were going to do anyway. The Penguin offers a light chuckle to hide his disappointment and shakes his head "I'm not about to gamble on his stupidity Edward, I save my betting for poker nights. If your plan must be as it is now then I shall simply take the favour owed for now"
Oswald looked somewhat amused, it had been a while since he'd had something valuable enough to get Edward to consider owing him one, he was rather enjoying the power as usual "Do keep in mind that I will not accept the passing on of this favour to just anyone but I am quite curious to see who you may pull into debt. If I deem them suitably useful I will allow it" Allowing a debt to be transferred was not a common thing for Oswald but there is value in networking for new possibilities and people to push under his thumb. Mostly he was just curious what Edward would end up doing, playing games with peoples lives was always entertaining.
Finally he too extends his hand to shake on the deal "A favour owed and an election rigged for a chunk of the rock. It will be waiting for you at the door" Assuming Mike can receive the order, get the kryptonite from the vault, suitably box it and get to the door before Edward. He'd better if he didn't wish to irritate two rogues at once.
Edward's question about the nature of Oswald's political plans returns a smug and slightly crooked smile "I'm certain you may voice any objections at the time" Oswald clearly isn't accepting questions on the matter.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 22:25:04 GMT -5
A smirk played on his lips as he thought he almost had the best deal confirmed. The chances of Superman dying were certainly high, and if that happened he would be completely free of any favor he needed to hold to the Penguin, a favor he would certainly prefer not to owe. He almost had the deal confirmed, but like an acrobatic dancer, Ozzy had a talent of bending and twisting his words to get exactly what he wanted. He naturally took back the offer, realizing his foolish choice to mention it to begin with, and trapped him into an even more specific deal. If he passed it along, it would be at the Penguin’s approval.
His jaw locked in frustration of the deal, and his irritation only increased when the shorter man failed to provide him any information about this election. When Edward was a voting citizen he was a registered Republican, not that he thought that any of those politicians provided any brilliance to the field of the government, but he consider them the better of the two evils. If Ozzy was about to wrap him in with one of the Democratic loons, he would not be a happy man. Unless…he had a softer side to the black market. After all, the black market was formed out of the free market wanting the items in sell, but the government smothering it with rules and regulations.
“I certainly will voice them,” he muttered as he shook his hand, “But I suppose we have a deal. Will I be able to receive it tonight or will you be getting it in later?” He asked, for the time it was deliver would play a role in his overall plan.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Nov 6, 2013 18:51:40 GMT -5
If a politician wasn't crooked as hell they didn't have Oswald's vote. Maybe if they were going to save him an awful lot of money he'd be tempted to act but only the foolish trust such people to keep their word. It was far more reliable to buy or blackmail the way to the top. Oswald's interests were much more selfish than simply gaining favours in this case.
The plump little man's smile widened an inch as Edward agreed to his terms, he felt he might have come out on top of that one. Edward can of course voice his objections all he likes but Ozzy never said he'd listen to them or release him from the deal should Edward disagree, though he can't imagine much of an issue in this case.
"I advise you stop by the bar and get a drink, I'll see to it that you have it within your possession before you leave the building. Unless you would prefer it delivered?" In a way it was nice of Oswald to give his staff more time to get the kryptonite but it was far more likely he just wanted Eddie to spend more money at the bar.
As soon as hands were shook Oswald was getting his phone out to send a message to Mike to get a particular item out of the vault, package it up nice and discretely and have one of the girls ready to deliver it downstairs since they stood out far less in the main lounge than a big thug would.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2013 23:26:31 GMT -5
As he shook the smaller man’s hand, his face physically winced as if he had just put a sour candy in his mouth. Yes, he quickly did not like this arrangement. He greatly preferred working with the Penguin through straight cash exchange. Favors could be so dangerous.
He nodded. It would probably be best to have it directly in hand. Having it delivered and more people involved made it more likely for news of this transaction to get back to the Batman. He could not be connected to the kryptonite. It would only connect him to Superman, and as far as he wanted the Batman to be concern, this would all be at the fault of Lex Luthor.
“Thank you, I will be at the bar then,” he said, turning towards the door, still not feeling completely good about this deal. Before he left, he glanced back, “Can it be handed to me in a Blue Tiffany Box?” he asked.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Dec 23, 2013 21:16:18 GMT -5
"I'm certain that can be arranged" Oswald replied smoothly as amended his message to include the requested box and remained behind in the back of the club, leaving Edward to carry on to the bar alone.
While it was possible there was a Tiffanys box somewhere in the club it wasn't Oswald's problem to deal with, he could rely on his staff to acquire something so simple even if it ended up involving whoever was nearest actually being sent to Tiffanys itself. It wasn't the most unusual request they'd ever had and no one dared to question why or at least they didn't openly question, particularly when anyone important was listening.
Fifteen minutes it took, most of which was waiting for the guy to get back from Tiffanys, before Mike placed the small lead lined box that stored the kryptonite inside the Tiffanys box and handed off the package to one of the waitresses in the back. Moments later and she placed the box in front of Edward "Another drink for you sir?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2013 17:40:20 GMT -5
Edward had gained what he wanted from this business transaction, but he had an underlining feeling that he certainly had not gotten the best of deals. He would always prefer transaction be made in cash, because money was never very difficult for him to get a hold of. He had been a participant in the Penguin’s black market affairs for many years, and the man had certainly learned how to sucker Edward into a deal, like he was a first timer on a used car lot.
Edward knew he was being swindled, but the truth of the matter was that he would rather conduct business with the Penguin any day before he reached out to folks like Black Mask or Two Face. They both certainly had their own criminal empires, but Ozzy manage to make his business respectable. He nodded to the short man, tipping his hat. “As always, a pleasure,” he said and walked through the door and down the long hallways. The Iceberg Lounge was a fortress in its own right. Far too many hidden doors and secret meetings for a legitimate business. He reappeared in the bar, and took a quick glance around to see if there was anyone to be concerned about before he walked and took a seat.
He appeared focus, and unlike his usual flirting with one of the bartenders, he took out his phone and started prepping the codes he needed. He almost looked a bit on edge, but who wouldn’t be when you are acquiring an item that can take down the man of steel. He only looked up when something blue came to his eye sight. He smirked, and causally stood, grabbing the box and putting it into his jacket. “Thank you dear, but if I have any more I might not make home, unless you are interested in having a roommate tonight,” he tapped her cheek, and she blushed, stuttering something. He merely turned away.
“Have a good night,” he stated and walked out of the Iceberg with his puzzle piece.
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