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Post by Penguin on Sept 12, 2013 14:55:24 GMT
Time: Saturday, 18:55. Two weeks and two days after the half-year mark.
Location: Uptown Gotham, The Iceberg Lounge
Weather: Cloudy but dry.
Players: Penguin, Joker
Status: Ongoing
There are few things more enjoyable than seeing and harvesting the beautiful fruits of hard work. Beautiful of course being a relative term here, as anything Penguin would metaphorically plant would turn out either brown or smelling of mackerel. Nevertheless, seeing the Iceberg Lounge filled to the brink with guests and socialites made his cold heart twist ever so delightfully. Perching atop his balcony peering down at the customers, Oswald made himself comfortable with a large cognac. For the first time in what seemed like ages, there was no particular trouble brewing or meetings he'd need attend. Everything was running a little too smoothly, and it made a slight shiver run down his spine. His mind was quickly taken elsewhere as a servant in pitch black tuxedo brought him his dinner on a very decorative serving table. Grilled lobster tails with herb butter. Oswald retained his poise, just long enough for the waiter to leave him alone in his booth, before greedily stuffing a tail in his mouth. The meat was so soft you could chew it with a blink. He had long forgotten any cold shivers.
Below him on the main floor, the band started playing. The time was exactly 19:00, and you could set your clock after these guys. The great hall started filling with a smooth jazz rhapsody, urging anyone present to sway along, if only a little. It was indeed a magnificent night. One had to wonder if it'd last.
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Post by The Joker on Sept 14, 2013 20:51:49 GMT
A cloudy night in Gotham city, nothing unusual there really, yet it was an unusual night. After all, it wasn't every night that the man dressed in a purple suit, his green hair combed back and a wicked grin on his pale face visited the Iceberg Lounge. Yet, that was exactly what he was going to do, his eyes holding a sly glint as he stepped out of his car, a couple goons scampering to close the door behind him when he was out of the car. "Y..you sure 'bout tis boss? I..I mean..tis is Penguin's place..I've heard bad shit about people messing wit him.." The goon stammered as he looked up at the imposing building. Joker didn't even look at him as the three other goons stepped five steps away from the one who had spoken up. "Bucko..how long have you been working for me?" The goon looked from left to right before answering. "Uhm...'bout two months Sir.." The Joker simply nodded before he spoke again, still without having as much as turned his head, a fact the other goons were VERY aware of, and scarring them much more than the Penguin ever could. "Well Bucko, let me tell you three things, One, me and Ozzy are good ol' pals, second, people's bad things don't happen to me, "I" happen to people..here, catch." he then threw a rose to the goon, who rather unwittingly caught it, stinging his finger on a thorn.
"Ow! Bloody thorn...it burns..wai..wha..hrugh!" The poor man's eyes widened as he started convulsing, falling to the ground, twitching as a wicked, sick grin formed on his face before he laid still, the Joker venom on the thorns having finished him off. "..And third, don't question my motives, Bucko old boy.." The Joker finished as he placed a new rose in his suit, a sick and gleeful cackle escaping him as the other goons threw the dead goon into the trunk of the car. The mad criminal then walked up to the door, twirling his cane in one hand before knocking. The doorman opening the door, taking one look at the Clown Prince of Crime before a spurt of acid hit him straight in the face. The Joker then entered the Iceberg Lounge with a twisted laughter as the poor doorman fell to the floor behind him, screaming in agony. "Oooooooh Ooozzyyyy! Come out come out wherever you are! You and I have business to talk about!" Joker called out before another maniacal laughter escaped him, the nearest guests screaming, fleeing for their lives. The Joker was in the Lounge, now everything could happen.
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Post by Penguin on Sept 15, 2013 9:40:58 GMT
The last tailfin fell to the plate with a quiet 'tick'. Wiping his mouth with a neatly checkered tablecloth, Oswald leaned back in his chair, and 'scouted the premises." The upper VIP lounge, with it's silken cushion couches and very faint orange neon lightning (not too much, though, this was a decent establishment) stood in a nice contrast to the blue and white dining area down in the main hall. Putting the piece of cloth away, Oswald got to his feet. Rubbing his hands together, he began moving for his private quarters. What would it be today? Chopin or Offenbach? Not that it mattered. A nice long rest in the tub would do him good.
Or so, he would have preferred the evening to go.
His train of thought was disturbed by the distant sound of Toby getting a face full of chemicals, although at the time, the sound was much too muffled to make any sense. Pausing mid-movement of opening the door, Oswald stood still as a cat eyeing its prey, listening. He needn't stand there for long, as soon after the screams of his fleeing customers reached his ears, making him jolt for the stairs, snatching up an umbrella on the run. Halfway down he met Hammer, rushing in the opposite direction. "Boss, it's the clown!" he exclaimed, breathing heavily. Oswald didn't reply, however, and simply ran straight past him with an annoyed mumble.
Down near the entry hall, three goons had already lined up, armed with a neat arsenal of Heckler and Koch submachine guns. One of them, a large bald brute with a scar across his chin, bellowed out at the arrivals; "No funny business, Joker!" hardly realizing the irony of the statement.
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Post by The Joker on Sept 15, 2013 18:15:53 GMT
"Heh..heheheh..hahahah..Ahahaha..Hahahaha..HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAHAAA! Oh, you boys are a riot, Funny business is what I DO! And I have some very important business with your boss, so why don't you guys waddle off and fetch King Pingu?" The Joker said as he walked towards the men, stopping within a few metres of them, his dark eyes watching them all. His amused smirk almost dared them to shoot, yet there was something in the way he looked at them, that gave all of them a feeling that even though they had the guns, perhaps they weren't so safe behind them at all? Joker slowly twirled his cane behind his back, standing in such a cocky manner that it had a both provoking, and strangely intimidating effect. Here he stood, before what was basically a firing squad, so sure of himself and his capabilities as well as how dangerous he was, that he wasn't even the slightest intimidated.
Truth be told, you could never know with the Clown prince of Crime, he always had so many things up his sleeves that for all they knew, he was carrying enough explosives to blow the entire lounge to kingdom come. (Now that's an idea) (Shush and let me post, please?) (What? I am just saying its a good idea, write that I am carrying those explosives) (What!? No, I don't need you blowing up the lounge! now let me post!) (Pfft..party pooper..) He might as well carry that horrible gas of his, the main point was, the poor goons had no idea, and from the look on Joker's face, they didn't really want to find out truth be told. So, all they could really do was stand there and wait, either for the Joker to appear or their Boss to arrive and give some further instructions. Around them, people were still panicking, trying to find a way out before the pale lunatic in the purple suit killed them all horribly. As Penguin might have figured out a long time ago, the Joker was usually not all that good for any official business, though the less official one, was a whole other story.
After a moment the Joker spoke once more, twisted amusement on his face. "He sure is taking his time, don't you think? then again, he never were much of a falcon" The Joker said, chuckling as his cane twirled a little faster, impatience clear in his movements. Whatever it was he wanted to talk with the Penguin about, it was important enough that he was behaving, not killing off every last of the goons before him, a unusual gesture from the Mirthful menace, the reason behind it, for now unknown.
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Post by Penguin on Sept 15, 2013 19:30:17 GMT
The brute, aptly named Samson, had a very hard time hiding his concern. Most people are very easy to deal with at gunpoint. Most just raise their hands, and remain stiff as a board, but before this guy... Samson and the guys might as well have been pointing bicycle pumps at him. He could feel the cold sweat running down his neck as those manic eyes just bore straight through him. The laughing and almost casual chitchat just made the whole thing that more ominous. To his relief, most of HIS guys also seemed pretty spooked by the whole situation. More of Oswald's goons showed up, roughly 7-8 people now, all armed. Two circled around and blocked the entrance, which now was the only exit.
There's a few universal laws regarding self-respecting villains and troublemakers. Things like, you should always memorize your monologues by heart, and when building a death contraption, you always place the self-destruct button conveniently nearby. In a particular situation like this, one such law applied: You don't fuck around in another criminal's evil lair.
Penguin was practically radiating heat as he came down the stairs. Not out of exhaustion, no, he was in better form than his appearances would indicate. No, pure malevolent anger was a more fitting term. The guests and guards parted like the waves before the messiah, as he walked straight up to the joker and tried (to the best of his height) to stare him into the floor. "B-boss i do--"
"I try to run a respectable business here, clown! You'd better have a bloody brilliant reason for showing up here on MY doorstep, frightening my guests and" turning his gaze towards the squirming doorman briefly, "scarring my employees for life!" He lifted the umbrella and pointed it straight at the clowns chest, a small hole visible at the top. "Now speak your mind before i blow you fuller with holes than the ones in your medical record!"
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Post by The Joker on Sept 17, 2013 15:06:37 GMT
The Joker grinned as the Penguin finally arrived. Now, to see if he was still as much a bird of prey as he used to be, if not, it'd end right then and there, if he was, everything was going according to plan. As he stopped before the tall, pale madman, Joker's grin only widened as the Penguin tried to stare him down. As he spoke the Joker merely listened, letting the small gangster threaten him with his umbrella gun. Good, he really was as bad as always, one could never be sure these days, and hey, it'd been a long time since they spoke.
He then chuckled, his gaze never moving from the Penguins, to those around them, this was like two devils meeting, both among the worst one could imagine. The Joker then spoke in a calm, but cheerful manner. “What is on my mind is simple, Penguin...I am thinking Business. As for the guests and your man..well, as a fellow..colleague...I am sure you understand the need of..flexing those reputation muscles a bit, nothing more.” The Joker explained, grinning widely.
“But, let us return to the matter at hand my feathered friend, I have a proposition for you, a very profitable one..we can discuss it here or somewhere else..depending on how much privacy you want.” The Joker simply offered as he stood there, letting the owner of the house decide, After all, anything else would be rude, now wouldn't it?
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Post by Penguin on Sept 21, 2013 12:16:07 GMT
Rude, huh? Rude indeed. At the current state of affairs, Joker could hardly do anything that'd offend the 'proprietor' even more than now. Oswald found himself clenching his teeth in frustration as the Mirthful Menace spoke casually about his proposition. He was divided between the part of him that wanted to throw him through a meat grinder for the severe lack of disrespect, and the part of him that savored any chance at increase the length and width of his influence. Joker was nothing short of bat-shit crazy, and couldn't be relied on to go fetch the groceries without committing genocide, but he knew power better than anyone.
Reluctantly, Oswald lowered the umbrella unto the floor, shifting his weight onto it while eyeing over the 'newly arrived.' Then he made up his mind.
"Yes. I suppose a man in our peculiar world is nothing without his reputation. So, surely you'll forgive me for tending to my own." He made a gesture for one of his nearby henchmen, which approached with much caution. "Take one of this gentleman's companions to the kitchen. Boil some water and help the poor man get some of that makeup off." Oswald's gaze wandered from the still hulking doorman up unto Jokers gaze. "A face for a face. Poetic justice, you may call it. Now follow me, this is not a proper place for an entrepreneurial symposium. Leave the men." Turning around on his heel, not waiting for an answer from Joker, he began walking back towards his private area.
When the two titans among men left the scene, the guests could see a steady ring of Penguin's hirelings encroaching on the Joker goons from all sides, cracking knuckles and grinning wickedly.
This was indeed not a good day to be a subordinate.
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Post by The Joker on Sept 21, 2013 23:22:40 GMT
Joker didn't even flinch at Penguin's words, not having a care in the world in regard to his goons. It was a horrible day to be working under the two titans of crime. Joker then simply followed, strolling after the furious bird of evil and owner of this magnificent lounge. Of course, Joker had quite the proposition for the Penguin, and one that would grant the crime lord a lot of money, and all in all, from a financial point of view, being a horrible deal for the Joker. Yet, for some reason, the Joker had no problems with this, seeing it as him getting the best end of the bargain if Penguin agreed. a strange point of view perhaps, but then again, he was if nothing else, a very strange man. As the two of them entered the private area of Penguin's lounge, Joker kicked back in a chair and placed his feet on the table.
”So Penguin..You see, my proposal is wonderfully simple and elegant. I propose we work together. Our boys will be working together, robbing Downtown Gotham blind. To avoid any suspicion or hint of your involvement they will all be dressed up as my boys, so even if the cops get some of them, the heat will be on my hat, and you will be able to deny everything, having no involvement what so ever. And of course, 80% of the earnings will go straight down your pockets my waddling friend! So all I ask, is the manpower to really cause some chaos. Low risk for you, if your boys can keep quiet, and I fully assume they can, and a high profit to boot. So, what do you say, Ozzy? Interested?” The Joker asked with a sly grin on his face, letting the Penguin mull over his proposal.
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Post by Penguin on Sept 23, 2013 14:11:13 GMT
After having led them both into his 'nest', Oswald huddled over to his armory rack, putting the umbrella back. Even Joker wouldn't be insane enough to try anything in here. Or, at least he hoped so. He sat down on his leather recliner, hunched forward a bit, and listened intensely with his fingertips touching. When his guest had finished, much mulling indeed ensued. Very slowly, he leaned back in the chair, looking absently at the cylinder loft lamp, whom shed a pleasant golden light on the several painting lining the walls. After having chosen his words carefully, he cleared his throat.
"You're serious." He raised an eyebrow slightly, stuffing a cigar into the opposing corner of his mouth. "80%. You'll hardly be able to pay for the public transport home from here," the cigar was lit with a match, "and i'll be sitting here, cashing in like an ibis during the plague of frogs. I do realize you like to keep the people on their metaphorical toes, but do you really believe such an investment to be worthwhile?"
The air in the room slowly turned into a thick grayish nuance while Oswald sat and simply inspected his visitor. "Tell me Joker, what are you -really- planning?"
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Post by The Joker on Sept 24, 2013 7:53:35 GMT
The Joker simply looked at Penguin as he spoke, his soulless eyes focusing on the little man as he smoked his cigar. There was something about the way he smiled that told anyone who looked at him, and knew him just a little, that yes, he was actually serious about this proposition. He was offering Penguin a more than favorable split of their earnings if they worked together, so of course the small businessman was suspicious. Joker hadn't expected anything less from the famous Penguin, after all, Ozzy wouldn't be where he was today if not for his skeptical nature and ruthlessness. But, what Joker had really planned, no one could know, and barely even guess. At Penguin's final inquiry however, Joker couldn't help but chuckle.
(Of course I chuckle, is he expecting a straight or even crooked answer?!) (Now, you can't blame him for wanting to know..) (Pfft..still..ah well, just another way to mess with him, I mean, I have a member of his crew under my employ, and the guy is basically immortal now!) (Hey! He can still be killed you know, it's just not as likely) (Yeah yeah..let's just get on with this!)
“You want to know what I am really planning? I'll tell you this, Penguin, I need Gotham PD distracted, chasing their own tail in their attempt to contain the sudden, and for you very profitable rise in crime, while I get to work in peace, preparing for the Grand surprise of the like Gotham has never seen!" Joker said with a grin. "But don't you worry, it won't cost you a thing, I just need the distraction"
He concluded with a smirk.
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Post by Penguin on Sept 26, 2013 18:51:50 GMT
"And when the cat is out, the mice dances on the table. I see."
The silence that followed was of a very specific kind. Silence can be many things, if you give it a little thought. There is a noticeable difference between the silence you experience in the early hours before the city wakes up, and the silence of a man lurking in the shadows with a knife. This particular brand, much favored by entrepreneurs like Oswald, filled the room with the eeriness of uncertainty. The kind of silence that follows when somebody flips a coin and you hope for the right side to turn up. Gambles like that made life interesting. Moments like this made life profitable.
Slowly, like a sloth scaling a tree, Oswald got unto his feet. The sound of his patent leather shoes walking across the heated marble floor, sent metallic clicks rebounding off the walls. When he reached the Benjamin Franklin bust on his desk by the panorama window, he casually put a hand on the statues balding head, looking thoughtful for a few moments. Then he made up his mind, again. From behind the desk he drew forth one of his trick umbrellas, and unsheathed a rapier blade from the hilt. He spun around with a wicked grin on his face.
"I'm sorry old chap, but i fear i must refuse. For much too long have a wandered in the dark, playing by the tunes of others. Finally, with the Batman gone, this bird can spread its wings. I fear you're within my wingspan."
In the far end of the room, the door smacked open and two brutes in armani suits burst in, clenching their handguns like their lives depending on it. Apparently it's surprisingly easy to hide switches on dead founding fathers.
"It's nothing personal, you know. Just business."
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Post by The Joker on Sept 30, 2013 10:46:07 GMT
Joker's eyes rested on Penguin as he grew quiet and thoughtful. It was impossible to say what was going on in the mind of either criminal, though it was probably not what one would expect in either case. As Joker sat there along with the Penguin, two other Jokers stepped forth from the shadows, one dressed all in red, the other in white, the one dressed in white having large stains of blood all over him, even in his face. “He is going to betray youuu...” the one in red said, a sly grin on his face. “You really think it's worth a shot to approach him?” The one in white said, looking from the Joker to the one in red while he walked straight through a table. “of course you do, why would we be here otherwise?”
The red then looked around the room, smirking. “Sooo..if he betray you, are we going to kill him?” “Of course not, we'll just mutilate him beyond belief, ensuring he'll WISH we killed him” the white one replied to the red one's question. The red one then looked at the white Joker and exclaimed, “Aren't you suppose to be the good guy of us?” they both then looked at each other before laughing hysterically, slapping their knees. Their attention then returned to Penguin as he slowly stood up and went towards his desk, planting a hand on the bust. The Red and white Joker walked along with him, the red one passing through a table as Joker seemingly ignored them both. Then, the rapier was unsheathed and he spun around.
Joker's grin widened as the red one exclaimed in a triumphant tone. “TOLD YOU!” and with that they both disappeared in a poof of smoke. Joker was on his feet in a second as the door smacked open and the two brutes in armani suits burst in, clenching their handguns like their lives depended on it, and frankly, it just might. “Of course not Ozzy, just business” The Joker exclaimed as a strong spray of acid flew from his flower, heading straight at the Penguin, no matter if the shot hit or not The Joker was already on the move, heading towards the two goons with a manic laughter.
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Post by Penguin on Oct 2, 2013 12:48:14 GMT
His days as a Judo champion suddenly came into handy as the spray of acid flew straight for Penguins face. With a quick impulse from the knees, Oswald rolled over his desk and into a crouch on the floor behind, all the while cursing profoundly. The acid sizzled merrily on the window overlooking the main hall of the lounge.
Meanwhile, Larry and Fred had their hands quite full. Full of 25 centimeters of deadly firearms (which now, in Larry's case, wobbled unsteadily in the air in front of him), but also in the metaphorical sense. While Fred had seen quite his share of unnerving phenomena working for Mr. Cobblepot, ranging from escaped murderous bird species to hails of automated machine gun ammunition, Larry had not. The sight of the charging Clown Prince of Crime was enough to shake him thoroughly, leaving him dumbstruck.
Fred fired three rounds before noticing the frightened statue next to him, which just a few moments ago had been his fellow henchman. Fred, in that moment, experienced something he'd never tried before. His brain kicked in.*
"Well well, let's see. Larry is clearly out of order, Mr. Cobblepot is ducking behind the furniture in the far end of the room, and the clown is coming straight at me. Normally i'd just keep on firing at him, to no apparent success, but i fear i will run out of ammunition beforehand. After all, i did just spend my evening on the roof shooting 'Larus canus', often referred to as the common gull. I suppose i could use my considerable size advantage against him, but i am unsure. I think a pros-cons list will be in order!
Pro; As i mentioned a few links back in my chain of thought, (funny expression, that. I believe Thomas Hobbes was the first to use it in his best seller "Leviathan". I really should have paid more attention during classes.) i do have a noticeable body mass advantage. If i react with an opposing charge, he will have a slight speed advantage, but i will be heavier. It is also an unexpected course of action, giving me l'élément de surprise!
Con; He may be concealing more hidden gadgets on his personae than is apparent. This is very likely. The question remains, however, will he be able to use them without putting himself in considerable danger? The acid will undoubtedly strike him as well, but being criminally insane, will he mind at all?
Fred, old chump, this may be our final blaze of glory. On the precipice of disaster, we will make a leap of faith! Let it not be said, that we didn't give our everything for a greater course! Onward my body, to victory!"
Fred blinked his eyes a few times, roared loudly, and ran straight for the Joker.
*While most people, when faced with danger, will resort to primal instinct, it is not always the case. Larry has been running on primal instinct for the last 27 years.
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Post by The Joker on Oct 2, 2013 17:09:11 GMT
The Joker cackled as he rushed towards the guards, murder and madness in his eyes. Of course, this wasn't unusual, though in this case, it was a much more active kind of murder that could be seen in his eyes. Of course, there was always something kind of intimidating about the Joker, but having him actively trying to murder you was quite a bit worse, as one of Penguin's henchmen realized, much to Joker's delight. It was a shame really, so much could have been done between the two if Oswald had agreed, but at the same time, a gang war, the only possible outcome of this, would actually serve Joker's purpose just fine. What he needed was a months long distraction, a gang war would work just fine.
The first round missed, the second hitting the Joker's left upper arm, nicking him while the third dug a bit deeper near his ribs. It was tremendously painful of course, rather refreshing actually, and a slightly funny feeling spread through the Joker. Then, rather suddenly, one of the mountains of a man that was the two henchmen in the room charged him right back, the two men connecting. Of course, with Fred's larger mass the result was given, however, still surprising. Joker was dragged along as the large man ran, the two of them slamming through the weakened window overlooking the main hall of the lounge.
(Ooh..this is gonna be fun..) (How can falling out a window be fun?) (You should try it sometimes..then you'll see) (Ehm..no thanks..now..can I continue?) (Yes yes! Go on, I wanna know what happens next!)
With a large crash the two men flew through it, pummelling downwards into the main hall, both landing, one on top of the other. Due to the way he had passed through the window, it was the unfortunate guard who was at the bottom, the table they had landed on broken in two. After about half a minute or so, Joker got up with a giggle, looking at the whole in the window. “...Gotta say Oswald..you sure knows how to make things interesting..ehehehehehehee...” He finished with a chuckle as he opened his coat, pulling out two grenades, one for each hand, a grinning purple Joker face crudely painted on each one. (so I did have explosives on me, I KNEW IT!) (Of course you had explosives on you..)
“Hey Ozzy? Time to see how well a penguin burns!” Joker called 0ut, lobbing the first grenade through the broken window he had just left through. He then tried throwing the other one after it, but something the Clown Prince of Crime had forgotten, was the wound in his upper arm. This resulted in the grenade missing it's target, ending up in the lounge instead. “Whoops!..” The Joker muttered. “Gotta dash!” He then called out, cackling and semi-running as the grenades went off, leaving Fred behind, not caring even the slightest if he was alive or not. “See you around OZZY! IF YOU STILL LIVE THAT IS!” He then yelled before retreating before that crazy pigeon of a lady monster that was in Penguin's employ arrived. Moments later he sat in his car, speeding away. He had a war to plan now!
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Post by Penguin on Oct 5, 2013 18:23:55 GMT
Oswald continued his waterfall of profanities as his window shattered into a trillion little sharp and expensive pieces. Getting a singular curved piece in this size had cost him a fortune. Plus he didn't look forward to going through more job applications. Seeing Fred disappear out of his field of vision with Joker riding him like a rodeo bull, gave him the notion there would soon be an opening in the firm. In either case, he was going to get more men. This meant war.
It was in the middle of Oswald's grumbling, getting-upping and scheming, that the smiling grenade came flying into existence.
Larry woke up from his trance and threw himself out the door, smacking it behind him.
Like a grotesque ballerina, Penguin spun around on the spot, snatched his prized 5-iron golf club from the nearest wall, swung it in a loop over his left shoulder, and send the grenade flying back out into the lounge, all in a single spiral movement. The two explosions that followed send deafening shock waves through the building, propelling tables, chairs, guests and metal fragments everywhere.
Penguin stood in the frame of his formerly perfect view, still clutching the 5-iron, and looked over the damages. It was nothing short of disastrous. And all this chaos had been the actions of a single man in a matter of seconds.
Oswald screamed. He yelled at the top of his lunges, drowning out the sound of people weeping and panicking, scaring the remaining living guards to death. When he was out of air, the impulsive anger was replaced by seething hatred. He couldn't loose it now, there was so much to do. Measure damages, repairs, recruitment, organization, planning and executing.
Speaking of executing. He found the rapier on the ground, and marched towards the door Larry had disappeared out of. Cowardice wasn't tolerated in this business, and it looked like he'd need to set an example.
Seeing the ex-hireling on his knees, gurgling from the blood filling his mouth and esophagus, Penguin took some perverse satisfaction in replacing the faces in his minds eye. "You're next, Joker. You're next."
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