"It was you who called me over just now, and you who hit me, wasn't it?"
Lynn grabbed Kitty by the scruff of the neck. Seeing the little black cat bare its teeth in a grin, he got so angry that he immediately swung his arm in a huge circle.
He tucked Kitty, who was already a little dizzy but still relentlessly trying to bite him, under his arm. Only when pain shot through his waist did Lynn realize something.
"...Looks like I got stabbed too, huh."
He reached over to feel the wound at his waist. It had nearly healed already.
With a curl of his lip, he flung the letter opener in his hand. With a DUANG, it embedded itself beside the interrogation chair.
Right next to Oswald's ear.
It had to be said, the man truly deserved to be someone who had clawed his way up from the bottom, become both an underworld boss and a business elite, and nearly become Gotham City's mayor.
Putting everything else aside, that composure alone made him a natural-born leader.
Even as things took a turn in a distinctly unphysical direction, Oswald was still able to smile. He even politely asked, "It seems that every theatrical performance is bound to be accompanied by a few accidents.
"Hello, unknown sir. May I ask who you are...?"
"Huh?"
Lynn wiped his mouth with Kitty and looked bewildered. "Boss, I'm your lackey!"
The smile on Oswald's face froze.
"Oh, ah... Heh heh..."
He turned his gaze toward Gordon, who had remained silent all this time, raised an eyebrow, and said loudly, "Commissioner Gordon, my apologies for this late-night visit."
After removing his hat in greeting, he turned back to Lynn. "I wonder, how should I express my apologies?"
As he spoke, he spread