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[warrior_guy]

He had to bail on the fight. He hated running, from anything. Went against his nature on a deep and fundamental level. Guy had an overwhelming feeling of being hemmed in, of the walls of Roxy's place growing tighter, penning him in, and he left, that was it. Once back in open air, with the ring enveloping him in the usual green glow, he felt a

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[nationblackgate]

"I don't believe I've seen your face in my establishment before," a cultured voice offers. A gloved, misshapen hand is offered to Guy. "How do you do?"

The Penguin smiles down at his new guest.

[warrior_guy]

"Guy Gardener," he said, taking the hand. Lots of people were a little malformed, nothing wrong with it. Guy had been alive when the thalidomide problem had happened, after all. He shook the small man's hand heartily, giving him a tight, controlled grin that never quite reached his eyes. "Pleasedtomeetcha," came tumbling out as one word, all crammed together.

[nationblackgate]

"Please, let me get you something. Another Iron City?" He gestures to one of the waitresses, who nods and heads for the bar. "What brings you to Gotham, Mr. Gardner?"

[warrior_guy]

Guy nodded, grinning at the waitress as she brought him another beer. "Hey about a plate of wings to go with that?" He glanced up at Cobblepot. "You guys do wings here? I know it's a lounge and not a bar, but you gotta have some bar food. I run a place in New York myself. Well, not anymore, I have it run by somebody, but I stop in and oversee when I get the chance. My lady lives in Gotham, I was here to see her, and had to get out of the place...you know how it is."

[blonde_techie]

She was the biggest fool in fooldom.

Guy doesn't fake anything, understands sports, and thinks her falling all over things like the world's biggest klutz is kinda hot. She can cry and feel small in his arms without embarrassment. He has no sense for material things, mixes a mean drink, doesn't try to get all macho when she fixes his kitchen equipment or computer, and...um...well...other stuff he's good at. Sure, his eyes glaze over when she starts talking about programmable metal and he acts like a big clod when his friends are over, but that's not who Guy is. Guy is a sweetie that acts tough and walks tough but - This city killed the last man I loved and it's not getting this one!

Love?

Less thinking more looking. She switches her suit to stealth mode.

[nationblackgate]

Penguin paces in annoyance.

"I'll kill that clown."

He's tried to make a number of phone calls. He either gets no dial tone, or a sound of Joker's insane laughter. He can't reach the Calculator, or Wilson, or any of his other contacts. He's completely cut off.

Clearly the Joker is up to something, but whatever it is will likely cost the Penguin a lot of money.

[blonde_techie]

Tracking Guy is - sadly easy for a superhero. It's why when the trail ends at the Lounge her fear is damn near paralyzing. Just like on Lost, okay, Roxy? 5 seconds. One, two -

She throws up in a trash can, spits a few times to get most of the taste out of her mouth and then squares her shoulders. I guess it will do.

She climbs the brick facade of the building and peers in the second floor window.

[warrior_guy]

Guy tries to clamber back up to his feet, squinting at the ring, unable to focus, a moment of sheer panic gripping him when he can't focus his will enough to provide anything for the ring to work with.

"I'll kill you," he growls, reaching almost blindly for the Penguin, and missing cleanly.