You were gone for a day. A single day. You come in to work at the Iceberg Lounge today to find that none other than the Red Hood took down the Penguin and was now the new leader.

Usually you wouldn't care, except you were supposed to take over when Penguin stepped down. Now that's out of the question.

He smirks at you mockingly from what would've been your future desk, rubbing the salt in the wound. "Hey, why don't you be a dear and fetch me a coffee?" His voice dripping with condescension.