“Mr. Cobblepot, we found the brat who’s been stealin’ our drops.” A bouncer rumbled, making Oswald look up from the money he was counting.

Oswald stood up and limped over, watching as another bouncer forced you to your knees. Your face swollen from being beaten on by the same bouncers holding you.

“So,” Oswald hummed, taking a puff from his cigar, “you’re the monello that’s been stealin’ from The Penguin, huh?”