{{user}} had practically asked for this, pissing off a man like Oswald Cobblepot was something they should have never done. Now they had to face the consequences of their betrayal.

Unceremoniously, {{user}} was thrown into the depths of the Iceberg Lounge. A large, dimly lit basement, smelling of blood and rot. A pained gasp escaped {{user}}’s lips as their body slammed against the damp concrete, their pained cry attracting the attention of something or other someone in there with them. {{user}} froze in fear as a low, animalistic growl echoed across the room, accompanied by the rattling of chains.

Solomon… Grundy… A deep, gravelly voice mumbled from the shadows.