A Night on the Town (Sirens) Jun 13, 2021 18:39:25 GMT -5 Selina Kyle and Oswald Cobblepot like this
Post by Edward Nigma on Jun 13, 2021 18:39:25 GMT -5
Participants: Edward Nigma, Harley Quinn, Selina Kyle and Pamela Isley
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): The Stacked Deck
Time of Day: Four months before the return of Bruce Wayne as Batman, a Friday night at 10:27pm
Weather: Clear and starry.
Summary: As an honorary member of the Gotham City sirens, Eddie enjoys losing himself in Gotham's nightlife festivities with his friends Harley and Selina and his acquaintance, Poison Ivy.
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No more killing. No more running. No more police. No more Bruce Wayne. Being a sucker for all things intellectual, Eddie did find himself missing his puzzle games with Batman, who was by his definition, the only one worthy of challenging him in his antics, but being the smartest person in the world was always his main aspiration, and now that he was gone in his mind there was no one else who could be of contest to him. As a private investigator, the cases that he found himself involved in were often dull and uninteresting. Missing persons and cheating husbands could never match the thrills he had faced whilst in battle with the Batman. However, it did give him some time to enjoy his life more. He put his feet back against his desk and held up his watch. A brand new Rolex with pointers that were shaped like question marks. It had been given to him by a grateful beneficiary who had found that his wife was running around with a famous television news anchor.
It had been another late night of filing casework on his computer and he was ready to leave. He did have a dinner scheduled with an important client in about forty-five minutes. A rich GSU student who suspected that her boyfriend had been stealing from her. She was a pretty lass, but of course, far too young for him. A conversation with her would likely not at all be stimulating for him anyway. The shiny oak door at the front of his office slid opened and his beautiful secretary slithered in with a few folders in her arms. She tossed them down in front of him. "This is next week's load of paperwork." She said grimly. "With the amount of cases you've been putting away lately, I really feel like you'll be here until this time every night for the rest of the month."
Eddie closed his laptop and reached for his jacket. He had on a dark green button down and a pair of khakis that were shaded in a lighter version of the color, but the trench coat that he grabbed off the coatrack was a nondistinctive brown hue. "Cancel the meeting with Isla tonight, we can push it back until Tuesday. I've been working my ass off all week, I'm going to go out and have some fun...I'll pay for cocktails if you want to bring a few friends around..."
Sandy extended a hand over to his shoulder. "The only time you ever try to be the cool boss is when I've already got plans, of course...I have a date tonight, sorry Eddie..." Eddie hadn't asked what she was planning, but he wasn't surprised. A young girl like her was bound to have other things going on outside of her job, naturally. "Honestly, I don't think I need to try being a cool boss...I just really feel like I'm one of the most interesting people in this city to work for by just being myself..." He was only being partially sarcastic. Sandy stepped across the office and slid back through the doorway before turning around. "I'll reschedule your appointment with the spoiled college brat for next weekend, sir...have a good night..." He could hear her footsteps as she walked back to her desktop PC and sat down again. He flipped out his smartphone and thumbed through his list of contacts. Oswald was always an obvious choice, but he had seen quite a bit of him lately and on top of that Friday nights were always the busiest ones at the Iceberg Lounge. Charles Baxter, the wealthy CEO of Baxter Toys, was someone that he had struck up a friendship with recently. Indeed, a rich man like him would always be an excellent resource to pull for new clientele, drugs and alcohol, and of course, women. He had just granted him the exclusive rights to market his Riddler persona, and a series of toys and games was currently in development.
As he continued to go down his list of so-called friends, he came to a realization that did not surprise him much. Aside from Penguin, many of these people were just tools that he wanted to use and manipulate for his own gain. Although he was supposedly a reformed man, he still really didn't have any need for anybody that couldn't get him something that he wanted. He had not changed much at all, although at the very least he wasn't a wanted man any longer. He tapped his index finger against his chin as he continued to think. Was there anybody else out there that he truly cared about?
Then it finally dawned on him. Selina. Of course! Her and Harley were the only two besides Penguin who were actually of value to him as people and not as of what they could help him with. They had been criminals before. Not only did they understand him better than others, but they were also never out to use his reputation to add flamboyance to some stupid party or event that they were hosting like other women had done so in the past. It had been a long time since he had a social call with either of them, and they hadn't contacted him with need of his professional assistance in a while either. He snatched his bowler hat from the coatrack and shut his office door behind him.
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The soft wind of the night was cold and dry and there literally wasn't a cloud in the sky above him. He signaled for a taxi and pulled open the backdoor when it stopped in front of him. He handed the driver a crisp fifty-dollar bill and some loose change from his pocket. "I'm feelin generous tonight...the Stacked Deck, please...no rush in getting there, take your time..." The driver took off and he flipped open his cellphone again pressed Selina's number on the touchscreen.
The last time he had seen her was after the incident with Dr. Aesop, but he had no hard feelings about that any longer. It was a thing of the past as far as he was concerned, and he had also gotten a generous check from her for playing a part in the charade. He would give Harley a call after he had gotten off the phone with her if they weren't already together. Naturally, he had hoped that Pamela was off watering plants or somewhere else minding her own business. Their relationship had become kinder and gentler over the years, but he still didn't care for her company very much. He was slightly attracted to her, of course, but that was about all he felt. There was also a chance that she would try to use her vines to rip his arms of if he happened to say something that she didn't care for. The phone rang a few times and he heard Selina's voice in his ear. Before he could discern if he had gotten her voicemail or not, he began speaking.
"Selina! Been quite a while since I've seen you last. I'm headed to the Stacked Deck for some drinks, what are you up to tonight?"
Selina Kyle Harleen Quinzel
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): The Stacked Deck
Time of Day: Four months before the return of Bruce Wayne as Batman, a Friday night at 10:27pm
Weather: Clear and starry.
Summary: As an honorary member of the Gotham City sirens, Eddie enjoys losing himself in Gotham's nightlife festivities with his friends Harley and Selina and his acquaintance, Poison Ivy.
??????
No more killing. No more running. No more police. No more Bruce Wayne. Being a sucker for all things intellectual, Eddie did find himself missing his puzzle games with Batman, who was by his definition, the only one worthy of challenging him in his antics, but being the smartest person in the world was always his main aspiration, and now that he was gone in his mind there was no one else who could be of contest to him. As a private investigator, the cases that he found himself involved in were often dull and uninteresting. Missing persons and cheating husbands could never match the thrills he had faced whilst in battle with the Batman. However, it did give him some time to enjoy his life more. He put his feet back against his desk and held up his watch. A brand new Rolex with pointers that were shaped like question marks. It had been given to him by a grateful beneficiary who had found that his wife was running around with a famous television news anchor.
It had been another late night of filing casework on his computer and he was ready to leave. He did have a dinner scheduled with an important client in about forty-five minutes. A rich GSU student who suspected that her boyfriend had been stealing from her. She was a pretty lass, but of course, far too young for him. A conversation with her would likely not at all be stimulating for him anyway. The shiny oak door at the front of his office slid opened and his beautiful secretary slithered in with a few folders in her arms. She tossed them down in front of him. "This is next week's load of paperwork." She said grimly. "With the amount of cases you've been putting away lately, I really feel like you'll be here until this time every night for the rest of the month."
Eddie closed his laptop and reached for his jacket. He had on a dark green button down and a pair of khakis that were shaded in a lighter version of the color, but the trench coat that he grabbed off the coatrack was a nondistinctive brown hue. "Cancel the meeting with Isla tonight, we can push it back until Tuesday. I've been working my ass off all week, I'm going to go out and have some fun...I'll pay for cocktails if you want to bring a few friends around..."
Sandy extended a hand over to his shoulder. "The only time you ever try to be the cool boss is when I've already got plans, of course...I have a date tonight, sorry Eddie..." Eddie hadn't asked what she was planning, but he wasn't surprised. A young girl like her was bound to have other things going on outside of her job, naturally. "Honestly, I don't think I need to try being a cool boss...I just really feel like I'm one of the most interesting people in this city to work for by just being myself..." He was only being partially sarcastic. Sandy stepped across the office and slid back through the doorway before turning around. "I'll reschedule your appointment with the spoiled college brat for next weekend, sir...have a good night..." He could hear her footsteps as she walked back to her desktop PC and sat down again. He flipped out his smartphone and thumbed through his list of contacts. Oswald was always an obvious choice, but he had seen quite a bit of him lately and on top of that Friday nights were always the busiest ones at the Iceberg Lounge. Charles Baxter, the wealthy CEO of Baxter Toys, was someone that he had struck up a friendship with recently. Indeed, a rich man like him would always be an excellent resource to pull for new clientele, drugs and alcohol, and of course, women. He had just granted him the exclusive rights to market his Riddler persona, and a series of toys and games was currently in development.
As he continued to go down his list of so-called friends, he came to a realization that did not surprise him much. Aside from Penguin, many of these people were just tools that he wanted to use and manipulate for his own gain. Although he was supposedly a reformed man, he still really didn't have any need for anybody that couldn't get him something that he wanted. He had not changed much at all, although at the very least he wasn't a wanted man any longer. He tapped his index finger against his chin as he continued to think. Was there anybody else out there that he truly cared about?
Then it finally dawned on him. Selina. Of course! Her and Harley were the only two besides Penguin who were actually of value to him as people and not as of what they could help him with. They had been criminals before. Not only did they understand him better than others, but they were also never out to use his reputation to add flamboyance to some stupid party or event that they were hosting like other women had done so in the past. It had been a long time since he had a social call with either of them, and they hadn't contacted him with need of his professional assistance in a while either. He snatched his bowler hat from the coatrack and shut his office door behind him.
??????
The soft wind of the night was cold and dry and there literally wasn't a cloud in the sky above him. He signaled for a taxi and pulled open the backdoor when it stopped in front of him. He handed the driver a crisp fifty-dollar bill and some loose change from his pocket. "I'm feelin generous tonight...the Stacked Deck, please...no rush in getting there, take your time..." The driver took off and he flipped open his cellphone again pressed Selina's number on the touchscreen.
The last time he had seen her was after the incident with Dr. Aesop, but he had no hard feelings about that any longer. It was a thing of the past as far as he was concerned, and he had also gotten a generous check from her for playing a part in the charade. He would give Harley a call after he had gotten off the phone with her if they weren't already together. Naturally, he had hoped that Pamela was off watering plants or somewhere else minding her own business. Their relationship had become kinder and gentler over the years, but he still didn't care for her company very much. He was slightly attracted to her, of course, but that was about all he felt. There was also a chance that she would try to use her vines to rip his arms of if he happened to say something that she didn't care for. The phone rang a few times and he heard Selina's voice in his ear. Before he could discern if he had gotten her voicemail or not, he began speaking.
"Selina! Been quite a while since I've seen you last. I'm headed to the Stacked Deck for some drinks, what are you up to tonight?"
Selina Kyle Harleen Quinzel
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