this ain't Antarctica

[dishbestserved]

Who: Penguin and Captain Cold
When: Sometime soon after this thread
Where: the Iceberg Lounge
Warnings: Probably discussion of murder, crime, violence. Also shady dealings, but nothing major.
Summary: Cold’s feeling cool towards Penguin, but willing to make a deal with him.
Format: Quick?


[ Finding directions to the Iceberg Lounge was relatively simple, and getting there was no big deal. Cold’s still in his usual uniform, looking a bit worse for wear but at least he’d had time to actually clean it. His hood is up and his holster’s empty. If things went south he’d give Mirror Master a shout and get out of there in no time.

He had no plans to run.

Cold strides into the bar with a rough confidence and a presence that only a man wearing a bright blue parka possibly could. He knows he’s not this place’s usual clientele, but it didn’t really matter – this was business. ]

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[motherflocker]

[ He'd been expecting him, and there are the preliminary guards watching over Oswald's private offices in the Lounge. Normal folk, but not ineffective. They noted the lack of weaponry, a detail he'd been quick to instruct them to look for, and with that, he was allowed up into the office.

The one where Oswald already waited, a hand already flicking the end of a cigarette, removing a long trail of ashes. ]

Why Captain, welcome to the Iceberg Lounge. I'm sure the theme is pleasing, isn't it?

[dishbestserved]

[ Cold eyes the guards through his goggles but dismisses them. Nothing he hasn't seen before or can't deal with. He doesn't particularly want to deal with them today, however.

When he reaches Penguin he folds his arms and stays standing, but casually. He even gives a small smirk. ]

I couldn't have chosen it better myself. Makes me feel right at home.

[motherflocker]

[ Oswald just smiles, almost simpering, but not quite. There's a hard edge, a wariness in there. ]

I'm sure it does. The theme was always a bit close to your preferences.

[dishbestserved]

Close enough. [ His face slides almost immediately back into seriousness. ] So a little birdie told me that people aren't always from the same time - but I'm thinkin' you wouldn't have agreed to this little meeting if you didn't have a clue what I was gettin' at.

[motherflocker]

[ He appraised Cold with a wayward glance, one eye peering through his monocle as he slowly stamped out a cigarette, setting the cigarette holder off to his side, and folded his hands. ]

Captain, I'm always more than willing to speak with a potential associate.

[dishbestserved]

[ His mouth twitches. ] Oh, and here I thought maybe you'd prefer to make yer own associates instead of dealin' with the real thing.

[motherflocker]

[ His mouth doesn't twitch, but he does pull out another cigarette. ]

Merely a cautionary measure, and quite the lucky stroke of genius it was. I don't think many of you would have been available at my beck and call, now would you? [ And plus, he's "legit" now. 8| ]

[dishbestserved]

[ His shoulders relaxed by a couple of centimeters. He'd been banking on Penguin being on the same page, but confirmation made it easier.

He snorts. ] I don't think we'd be takin' orders from you anytime soon. [ He pauses, scratching a bit of stubble. ] If you ever go home, I don't think they'll be takin' any more orders from you either, if you get what I mean.

[motherflocker]

[ He lit the cigarette, taking a long, considering drag from it, without saying anything for a few moments. Clearly considering. ]

Why am I not surprised? [ Actually, he's quite annoyed to hear that :( ]

Clearly I should have sprung for the real thing.

[dishbestserved]

[ He grins for a second. ] At least then you would've gotten your money's worth. [ And the grin's gone again. ] But see, the Rogues settled it with them. We never did get around ta settlin' it with you. [ He lets that sink in. ] Nothin' says we can't settle it non-violently.

[motherflocker]

[ His mouth curls up into a smile. ] Why, you wouldn't be making a threat in my place of business, would you?

[ But he waved a hand, dismissively. He wouldn't play all of his cards quite yet. ]

I would think settling it with the poorly constructed copies would have been plenty. [ he knew better ]

[dishbestserved]

[ He gestures to his empty holster. ] Do unarmed men make threats?

Settled it enough, but there's a bit left over. [ He shifts his weight. Wary but ready. ] Not goin' to ask you for much, Penguin - it might even turn out better for both of us.

[motherflocker]

[ He leaned forward now, clasping the cigarette holder in his teeth. ]

Oh. Do go on, now you have me curious.

[dishbestserved]

See, the way I see it - we don't know when we'll be hitchin' a ride outta this place. Might as well start doin' business again. And every business needs a few things [ He punctuates each point with a finger ] - money, supplies and a place ta sell the goods.

[motherflocker]

[ Aha. Well, now wasn't that interesting? ]

And what sorts of goods are you looking to sell? I do believe something could potentially be arranged.

[dishbestserved]

Personally I was always a fan of a certain type of ice.

[ He crosses his arms, straight faced. ] We can hash out the details. S'long as you keep this up and treat us fair - and I know what things are worth, Penguin - we got no problems. [ Pause. He looks lowers his chin slightly to look at penguin more clearly through the goggles. ] Any hint of double-cross and I take you out. Don't matter where I end up or where you hide - a Rogue repays his debts.

Sound reasonable ta you?