Oswald stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in his office, watching the chaos outside the club and trembling with rage.
Every television station was now showing footage of him acting like a penguin onstage at the Campaign Rally. Someone online had even turned it into a looping clip...
He, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, ruler of the Gotham Underworld, had become the laughingstock of the entire internet.
Now those sign-waving protesters had surrounded the Iceberg Lounge so tightly that no one could get through. They hadn't even spared the fire exit by the side entrance.
A few of the bolder ones were already trying to climb the iron fence, only for Butch to drag them down one by one...
Oswald braced his hands against the window frame. His white shirt collar had been tugged loose, and his tie hung crookedly to one side.
It had been a long time since anyone had dared bully him so openly.
The last person who'd thrown rotten eggs at his club's sign was now inside a concrete piling somewhere down at the harbor...
These people had to have been sent by Maroni.
That old bastard couldn't stand to see him doing well.
He had a mountain of dirt on them. Last time, he'd planned to release it all at once and bring that hypocrite Thorne down for good.
Maroni must have caught wind of it and struck first, sending people to mess with him.
Just as he was working out how to deal with these thugs, his phone vibrated.
He glanced at it. A spending alert from the bank.
He was used to Ririko using his card. He was about to swipe it away when his phone vibrated several more times.
He opened the notifications, and his vision went black. He nearly stopped breathing.
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