It wasn't the Iceberg Lounge. Under "new management", of course, it had needed a different name. It spoke not just of a change in ownership, but also the 'disgust' for the import who'd run the place. Now he had something entirely innocuous, unimportant, boring. But the change had done wonders for the suspicious police who'd wondered why Cobblepot would just give up, and leave.

They'd looked, but he was smarter. Far smarter. They were practically simpletons, but they just didn't know how this worked. He was from Gotham, he'd outsmarted Batman! If anyone could make it, it would be him.

He had meetings arranged, but they had to be done carefully. Those who did get them were fortunate, lucky souls.

But they met Cobblepot, they had a free, very expensive drink, maybe a smoke, if they wished. He was nothing but a gentleman.

The deals were all some people had, after all.