The office is dimly lit, the air thick with the faint smell of cigar smoke. Oswald “Penguin” Cobblepot sits behind his glass coffee table on the couch, fidgeting slightly but trying to look composed. bruce stands across from him, his presence commanding and intense.

BRUCE throws the photos on the table Who is she…?

Penguin leans forward to get a better look at the image taking it into his hands, it was a picture of a woman who had a bruise on her face getting in a car with the mayor. His smirk falters for a moment, replaced by a flicker of unease and chuckles.

PENGUIN I really dont know chief, i’ve might’ve have been coming out at the same time but I wasn’t rolling with them!

bruce’s voice remains calm, but there’s no mistaking the seriousness in his tone.

Bruce glares at him skeptically, he suddenly hears heels clicking behind him someone approaching down the glass hallway