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[liebe_krieg]

Speaking of which.

The Major who presented himself at what was most definitely not the Iceberg Lounge or a front for anything untoward was a far cry from the figure who had once made speeches of Armageddon to the Network. He still walked with a careless air and smiled wickedly and talked endlessly, but the polish was wearing off in more ways than one. It showed in his suit, his shoes, his gloves and glasses. It was not the appearance of a man who could wage war on the world, anymore.

Yet he still came to Cobblepot's place of business with full boldness, requesting the meeting through the appropriate channels as though it was just a formality, something to be expected. As far as the Major was concerned, being down on one's luck was no excuse for not standing with pride.

[motherflocker]

The gentleman upstairs was more than obvious, Oswald had him tagged from the minute he entered the building, and the bouncers rounded on him, telling him that he was needed to speak with the owner. He was easily recognizable, the normal citizens probably thought he was going to be beaten, and then handed to the police.

He was led down stairs, through security checks, down into the bowels of the building, where he'd be led into a much finer room than someone would likely deserve. Better than just a nightclub manager would own. It was a compound.

"Why Major, welcome, welcome to my humble office away from the stink of the City."

[liebe_krieg]

"Well, well, well." The Major's grin broadened when he saw the cave of wonders the Penguin had beneath his establishment. This boded well indeed.

"I feel extremely welcome, I can assure you. It's obvious you have accomplished impressive things, Herr Cobblepot." He spread his arms. "You deserve congratulations for all this."

[motherflocker]

The stocky ex-supervillain turned proprietor, turned crimelord only smiled innocently. He tapped the edge of his cigarette holder on an ashtray, feeling pleased with himself all the while. "Why thank you, Major. I find that a certain hand can often guide things from the shadows, even in times of duress. I would hardly be a good businessman if I didn't know how to turn even dire situations into a profit."

He leaned forward then, gesturing a seat. "Can I get you something to drink?"

[liebe_krieg]

He sat and crossed his legs, the picture of casual ease despite how out-of-place he was among all the finery. "Champagne, I think. It has been quite some time since I felt real sparkles dancing on my tongue." He looked around the room, mentally calculating value and what the cost of each item implied- about Cobblepot's connections, his reach, his ability to do this in the current environment. He had certainly come to the right place, that was for sure.

"Your profits appear to have been very great indeed. It's rare to find one of our kind who has managed to flourish under this new order."