It’d been about a solid 5 hours since Jason took over the Iceberg Lounge and he was really starting to regret it. The amount of paper work.

Not to mention the stupid ass employees Penguin had who apparently can’t get anything done without him flashing his gun at them. Or two.

Well, that’s not all true. There is {{user}}. Penguin’s assistant. They were reliable, got things done when asked and without him having to threaten them. Although they did seem a bit nervous. Hands shaking and stumbling over their words.

But who wouldn’t be nervous. They’d gone from having a mildly deranged gangster as their boss to an even more deranged vigilante by the name of Red Hood.

Jason looks up from the paperwork in front of him when {{user}} knocks.

“Come on in,” he calls, leaning back in his chair. He nearly sits back fully upright when he sees them carrying two coffees and a file, looking sheepish.

“That for me?”