Summer for an Evening [Nigma]

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It only took a painful and tormenting fifteen minutes before Linsey had transformed her image entirely to replicate that of the bound woman that sat unconsciously before her. However, the scowl that played on her lips was like nothing that had ever played on Summer Gleeson’s face. After taking a paperweight to the head less than 12 hours ago, she was practically fueled by her hatred for her at this point. Some snooty little reporter thought she was going to weasel her way into this company and take it down with a couple of bugged cameras? Steps were already being taken to eradicate the month’s effort that she had put into bringing down the Penguin. It was almost admirable how she had gone down kicking and fighting, but now the game was over and the drugged and dazed woman would be left to face the wrath of the Penguin while Linsey did the dirty work. As always.

As much as Linsey wanted to send a fist lined with ornate rings into the side of the reporters face, she had a new mission. Just in case the reporter had told others of her intention, she needed to make it appear as though Miss Gleeson had returned home for another dull evening at her flat. Linsey now wore the signature, revealing Iceberg outfit that she swore she would never wear again now as Oswald’s right-hand woman. Of course, it seemed that he had a talent for making her relive such annoyances.

Summer’s purse hanging from her elbow, she left the warehouse and quickly called a cab. The stylish trench was synched tightly around her waist as she relayed Summer’s address to the driver. Taking this advantage to go through the woman’s phone, Linsey smirked at some of the text conversations that the phone contained. Then she sifted through contacts, the first catching her eye.

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She smirked, laughing to herself as she selected the contact. All conversations had been deleted, much to her disappointment. There was the chance that this could simply be an unknown number she was intent on saving – though Linsey was quick to identify the symbol as the trademark for another. The driver pulled up to the woman’s home and the redhead paid the man before sliding out of the cab and into her temporarily living space.

Once she found herself in Summer’s home, she began to go through her things and collect anything of interest or with the very hint of Iceberg operations. Her earpiece allowed her to keep in contact with Cobblepott and listen in on the interaction back at the warehouse. Linsey smirked each time she heard a diluted scream or cry. Once she had collected everything she could think of, she carted the bag downstairs and had one of the others pick it up to carry it back to the warehouse before retreating back upstairs.

She found Summer’s phone in her possession once more, tapping the screen several times until she found the question marked contact again. With a sinister smirk, she ran a potential idea through to the Penguin before she sent a message using the redhead’s phone.

You should come over, I’ve got some good news.

If her assumptions were correct, she would attempt to convince the Riddler himself to come and meet the redheaded vixen. Despite the torture that poor Summer currently ensued, Linsey struggled with accepting some of the words she spoke. Still, it gave her something to go off of for this possible encounter and prove whether or not had truth to her words. According to Summer’s most recent confession to the Penguin, they were romantically involved, which also provided some questions. Didn’t the Riddler come to them to rat out the woman in the first place? There had to be some underlying motive here on his part, and Linsey was going to figure it out.

Breaking a majority of rules, she took her earpiece out and turned it off as she waited.