Hitting An Iceberg

[flightlessfelon.livejournal.com]

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 to excess. Tuxedoed men romance their dates, serenaded by a dapper chamber orchestra. A few infamous faces sit among the airbrained elite.

High in his private balcony, Oswald Cobblepot sighs contentedly, swirling a martini gently in one hand and listening to the orchestra play. He's kept his beak more or less clean, and it's served him well. He's well aware of the nasty business going on with the Black Mask, but even Cobblepot won't shed a tear for that man's demise. Roman has done nothing but make business difficult for everyone.

He has a special quest in the Lounge tonight. Captain Cold has come all the way from Albania to share a drink with him. Snart isn't his usual choice of drinking companions but Cobblepot has been expanding his network. There's no sense in having friends in just Gotham. After all, no one can say what tomorrow holds, can they?

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[a-cold-front.livejournal.com]

"Fine." Cold wipes the blood running down his face away with the back of his sleeve, staining his blue parka and turning part of the arm a nice purple colour.

"Listen, kid. You're all right, as far as capes go. I'm going to just walk straight out of here and out of your crackpot city back to where vampires aren't runnin' around. Okay?" Cold keeps his gun in his hand, just in case.

[snarkyboywonder.livejournal.com]

Robin barely hears him. He's scanning the Lounge and realizing for the first time - where the hell is Cobblepot?

"I've gotta go find the Penguin. The police'll be here soon. There don't seem to be any of the vamps left but keep an eye on the survivors just in case." He's gone at that, heading towards the back doors Oswald Cobblepot ran through, having no time to consider the idea that the new face who helped him might do anything but just what he asked of him.

[a-cold-front.livejournal.com]

As Robin turns his back, Cold is tempted to blast him with his gun, and levels it at the Boy Wonder.

"Screw it." With the hero gone through the back door, Captain Cold heads out of the front and away from the scene of the crime.