Hitting An Iceberg

[flightlessfelon]

Even on the quietest of nights, the Iceberg Lounge never falls short of ostentatious. The Penguin lives for his bling, and in stark contrast to the other throbbing, rhythmic nightclubs of Gotham City, his Iceberg Lounge has a rather more subtle, subdued atmosphere. Pandering to the upper class as always, the Iceberg Lounge is a glittering monument

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[flightlessfelon]

Panting from the quick getaway, the Pengun slams the door behind him, stepping out from the Iceberg Lounge and into the adjoining alleyway.

Oswald Cobblepot is not a stupid man and has prepared for any number of retribution attempts from any number of men he has betrayed. But vampires are simply not a threat he listed in his purview. Where did they come from? Who could possibly be after him?

Well, whoever it is, the Penguin will find him. And he'll be sure to have pull that man's fingernails off with rusty pliers for this indignity.

[jla_extras]

"Hey Cobblepot." a voice calls to Oswald from the shadows of the alleyway.

"Something ruffle your feathers?"

[flightlessfelon]

Not him. It can't be him.

Oswald Cobblepot has trafficked with a wide variety of criminals and has rubbed elbows with everyone from the Condiment King to Two-Face. In his long career, he has run into very few villains he can say he honestly fears. Some of them are powerful but have no powerbase with which to harm him, like Bane. Others have power but he has cultivated enough of a working relationship with them, like the Joker. And some he just knows he can outsmart. Roman Sionis was one.

But this man... this is a man Cobblepot has only met once, a man Cobblepot only knows by reputation. A man who is said to have fought the entire Justice League to a standstill, a man who is said to have come within a hair's width of killing Superman.

This man is completely out of Penguin's league. Him and anyone who's ever worked for him.

"Prometheus?"

[prometheanplans]

"You got it, Ozzie." grins Prometheus, stepping into full view.

"And I brought a friend, too."

[flightlessfelon]

Cobblepot's offended pride takes a wide backseat to his sense of self-preservation. As much as he'd love to give Hush a taste of umbrella lead for his quick mouth, he knows he'd be gunned down before he even managed to bring his weapon up to bear. Either of these two men would be more than a match for him. Together, they're overkill. Oswald doesn't know whether to be flattered or just terrified.

What in the name of Darkseid's black bowels are Prometheus and Hush doing here? Hush has no quarrel with him - all he has ever cared about is the Bat. And Prometheus wasn't even anywhere near Gotham the last time Cobblepot checked.

"You're behind this." the Penguin breathes in realization. "The gang warfare. The escalating tensions. And now this attack on me personally. But why? We have no conflict of interests..."

[prometheanplans]

"Aw, Cobblepot, a birdbrain like you wouldn’t even begin to understand."

Prometheus circles around the Penguin, cutting off his only escape path, trapping him between himself and Hush.

[prometheanplans]

Movement catches Prometheus's eye, and he turns in time to see someone approaching, taking out the two vampires that were posted at the entrance of the alleyway. One of the Batspawn, by the look of him. And as much as Prometheus would enjoy a little tussle, business before pleasure.

"Looks like we've got a flying rodent problem, gentlemen. We'll need to take this tête-à-tête somewhere private." He doesn't wait for Cobblepot's indignant response, clenching one hand on the dimunitive man's shoulder. His other hand, the one holding the Cosmic Key, claps Hush on the back.

A click as Robin puts down the last vampire, and the trio are gone, spirited back to the Crooked House.