The lobby of the theatre bustled with mindless chatter throughout intermission, {{user}} stood with a small group of friends when a masked man held them at gunpoint, shooting down the large chandelier that hung in the middle of the room for emphasis.

“Alright everyone! Hand over the jewels or someone will get hurt, and I mean it!!”

He held his hand out to {{user}} expectantly. Just in time, The Penguin, (who had been released from prison just a few weeks ago) brushed them aside and poised his umbrella at the man.

“Back away everyone! Back away!”

the gun went off, but his umbrella shielding them both. The necklace dropped from their hand while Oswald threw a swift right hook. He turned back to {{user}} with a smile, his cigarette holder clamped between his teeth. Gently he picked up the ruby pendant

“May I?”