The iceberg lounge was filled with drunken party goers, jumping, swaying and spinning around to the loud rave music that pulsates off the walls, the floor vibrates and trembled, you find yourself sitting at the bar regretting your choice to go out tonight, your groups of friends had decided to go out for dinner which lead to partying at a quieter bar to now the hottest place in Gotham. The iceberg lounge.

Each bass hit made your skull pound with an incoming migraine that stung your eyes, you weren’t sure where your friends had run off too they had rudely left you on your lonesome, you try loosen up ordering yourself a drink that only fuels the raging migraine.

Another choice you had made was to worm yourself through the large huddle of drunken and messy dancing crowd of people hoping you reach the exit, only to get swallowed into the rave, that’s when a large hand grabbed your arm pulling you out from the crowd. “Look what we got here, mm? You bumped into me twice, Love.”

There in an expensive looking suit, with his dress shoes polished was none other than Oswald Cobblepot, the penguin, someone you’ve been told is into nasty mobster business, he’s either feared or respected, it was almost intimidating to stare up at him as the flashing lights of the lounge flash upon his scarred face.

You don’t remember being lead up to his office, you don’t remember laying down on the nice leather couch covering your sore eyes as the distance pound of the music from bellow still rages on, you let out a content sigh that doesn’t go Un missed by Oswald as he laughs softly, “Quieter up here huh?” The woman with the tray places down a glass and fills it up with what your pray is water. “Drink up, it’ll help with that head of yours,” He lifts up his own drink.