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( He stands outside the Tekiya mansion... )

You looking at me?

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A rap on the door heralds Lenny's entrance into Scarface's office. "Boss? He's here. Deadshot."

The balding man swivels in the desk chair so that the small figure propped on his knee can see Lenny. "Whattya waiting fer? Ging him in! Gon't ge wastin' my time announcin' he's here when I'm waitin' t'see him!"

"Yes, boss. Sorry, boss."

"Ya better be sorry, ya mook." As Lenny exits, Scarface grumbles, "Christ, I oughta send ya on jobs ya can handle, like gettin' my car washed. Right, dummy?"

"Yes, Mr. Scarface." The balding man brushes dust off the lapels of Scarface's pinstripe suit.

"Damn right. Easy with that--ya got my fedora crooked! Straighten it up, ya dummy--you wanna make me look gad?"

"No, Mr. Scarface."

"Yeah, ya getter not, ya dummy."

Whispers Between The Cowardly And Superstitious Lot

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From the docks,
“Did you hear-”

To the waterfront,
“-all frozen solid, women, children, even wrecked the furnature-”

Around Joe’s Italian Dining,

“-even that sweet little kid of Hiroshi’s that used to come by for cannoli-”

And behind Lucky Tsu’s,
“-no word on where the retainers are going, you’d think the Triads but Black Mask’ll-”

There’s one question on everyone’s mind.

“Who, kweh kwaa, did it?” Including The Penguin. Tapping his fingers, he observes the photographs that made their way from Gotham Central via a Xerox machine, and nods. “Definitely Freeze’s work, mm, that foul, frostbitten fink must have been enjoying himself.” Penguin taps his fingers again, and hits the closed-circuit intercom. “Mr. Jay, report!”

“We, ah,” A voice that could probably be squeezed over a fry pan to make eggs piped out in reply, “Gggot it in, sir, just like you, ah, said. That guy, that guy, who ran with the False Facers for Black Mask, aaah, got un-crazy, he-”

“Before I begin MOLTING, JAY!”

“Y-yessir! He, ah, got three cars and is on his, ah, way. Guy’s got no, no, subtly, no restraint, he probably packed shovels or something. Family payroll under the mansion’s foundation, jeeze, whatta mook.”

“Indeed, Mr. Jay.” Penguin smiles, slightly…and then sighs, putting a fresh patch on his arm. “Indeed. We shall, kwaa, let nature take its course. Take that vacation to Metropolis you were supposed to go on at the beginning of the week.” Click.

Meanwhile, at the ruins of the mansion, one long car skids to a stop. A large man in a blue three piece suit and a dark blue Luchador mask steps out, nodding to the four more...traditional agents of Black Mask inside. “Park.” The Blue Man takes up a shovel, grinning. “And we will see if this source of yours, Vincent, is as reliable as you believe. We’re going treasure hunting, boys!”