Guess what, puddins?! I turn 20 years old tomorrow! I’m not really sure how I feel about it. 🤔 On one hand I’m excited to start a new chapter of my life, but on the other hand it’s going to be weird to not be considered a “teenager” anymore. Goodbye angsty and confusing teen years... you will be missed. ❤️😪
Iceberge Lounge: Two Days Ago.
The basement office belonging to the Penguin was the fullest he'd ever seen it. As Oswald looked around, he was very glad that he'd made a strict ‘no weapons’ rule with these villains, considering most of them hated each other. Yet if they wanted to take down the Batman once and for all they were going to need to work together, whether they liked it or not.
He could see Ivy and Dent glaring at each other from their different corners. As usual, Harley was wrapped around Joker, whispering in his ear. His green hair was seemingly a bit more tamed tonight but the wild was still in his eyes.
Victor Freeze was secluded from the rest of the group, his suit seeming to be the only companion he needed. There was a wistful look on his face, as there often was, and Oswald wondered if he was thinking about his wife. Or whoever it was he had on ice in that homemade lab of his.
Slowly, the Penguin stood and the dull roar of chattering stopped. "I want to thank you all for coming tonight. What I have to tell you is very important."
Scarecrow looked up from the mask he had hugged to his chest. "Enough with the theatrics Penguin. What did you drag us all down here for?"
Oswald threw the ex doctor a look but continued on as if he hadn't been interrupted. After all, he'd been preparing this speech for over a week. "The problem with Gotham is that the Batman controls everything we do. We can't make a single move without him coming down on us."
The Mad Hatter stepped forward, his tall hat twirling between his fingers. "We've all tried to defeat him though, and we've all failed. Some of us over and over again."
The Penguin nodded, coming around the desk to stand before them all. "Which is why, as of now I am putting a two million dollar hit out for the masked vigilante known as Batman. Dead or alive I want him brought here to the Iceberg Lounge before the end of the week."
Harvey Dent caught his coin in a fist and slowly looked up. ~CIC}