"You noticed it too, right? This is just too damned unlucky. There's no way I'm letting this Order of St. Dumas move into Gotham."
"This goes beyond bad luck, doesn't it?"
Tapping his fingers against his knee, Qin Wei lay on the sofa and sorted through his thoughts.
"If they just wanted to move into Gotham, that would be one thing. The point is becoming mayor-speaking of which, Oz, are you interested in being mayor?"
"What do you think?!" Little Penguin rolled his eyes at Qin Wei, giving him a look that said, "Figure it out yourself."
"Don't be so quick to refuse. You being mayor would be very different from anyone else doing it. Traditional politicians are easily corrupted by capital and blackmailed by gangs, but you're different. You have money, and you're a gang representative yourself. No one can bend you to their will."
"I understand, but how is a notorious gang member supposed to win votes, clean up his image, and take office?"
"You don't actually need to clean up your image. So what if they know you're a gangster? Gotham's existing government is rotten through anyway. Maybe the people want a change of pace. However bad things get, they can't be worse than that son of a bitch Locke."
Qin Wei's words might have sounded idealistic at first, but looking at reality, many countries' presidents had worked in fields utterly unrelated to politics before taking office: businessmen, soccer goalkeepers, even comedians. Reality was always more dramatic than imagination.
"True enough. By now, Locke should have rotted down to nothing but bones in his coffin. There's really no reason I'd be more rotten than him. Wait-that's not the point! The point is, why should I become mayor?"
Oswald rubbed his nose thoughtfully before finally realizing what the