Ririko reached over and pulled up Dick, who had put his sweatshirt on backward. "Come on," she urged.
Dick stumbled backward toward the door as she dragged him along.
The laboratory door closed behind them.
Pamela took off her thick-framed glasses, her dark red hair falling over her shoulders as she resumed her Poison Ivy form.
She addressed the plants filling the room. "Once I have that plot of land, I'll be able to develop an even more powerful neurotoxin-"
She reached out and lightly brushed a fingertip against the leaves of a plant on the windowsill. They curled slightly at her touch, as if responding to her.
"Then all of Gotham will become a paradise for plants."
The third basement level of the Iceberg Lounge housed a secret conference room Oswald used exclusively to discuss "business."
Dark soundproof panels lined the walls, and the dim lighting unconsciously drew everyone's attention to the touchscreen in the center of the long table.
Oswald sat at the head of the table, his hand resting on his cane.
The screen displayed a map of Gotham divided into differently colored territories, like a cake that had been sliced up.
"How much territory do Sofia and Fish Mooney control now?" he asked coldly.
One subordinate leaned toward the screen and tapped the dark red section in the East End.
"Sofia has taken over almost all of Carmine's territory, but a few of the old guard refuse to obey her. They're still siding with us."
Another subordinate pointed at the gray-green section in the Lower East Side.
"Fish Mooney suddenly surfaced on Underground District Street and took over all the scattered territories in the Lower East Side. Everyone was afraid of her before, so this time they surrendered almost immediately and started paying protection money