"I've often wondered if Gotham's politicians should be done away with.
Perhaps, it's time for new blood to rest its ass in that mayoral chair."
#GothamsGentleman
@MistressOfSeas@IcebergOfGotham Lark was a little surprised by the gesture, but quickly relaxes into Eve's warm embrace.
"So, how's that ship and crew of yours?"
@MistressOfSeas@IcebergOfGotham Too long.
The bartender sets the glass down in front of her, and Lark picks it up, giving the platinum-blonde bartender an appreciative nod.
"Did you just get back?"
@MistressOfSeas@IcebergOfGotham Lark leans up against the bar and tosses a nod to the bartender.
While the bartender makes her usual club soda, she looks to Eve and taps her on the shoulder.
"You're not seriously blaming ๐ข๐ for the state of a city that you've been 'protecting' for twenty-plus yearsโwith nothing to show for it except the ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต state of the cityโare you?
I've only been in office for four months, and in that short time, orphans and children have been my utmost concern, from education to healthcare."
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"I remember one time my sister asked me to join her for a birth.
It was an important one, she said.
It was under his reign that the long war would end.
He had a rough go of it, though.
In 1420, his father disinherited him, and his succession wasn't set in stone."
#OneGotham
[Timed Arrival Pt. 3]
(@IcebergClock@IcebergOfGotham)
6-inch thick garage doors seal behind them as the matte-black SUV pulls in.
The engine rumbles softly, its sound reverberating off the walls of the subterranean structure.
As the engine dies and they step out, +
@IcebergClock The elevator ascended smoothly, depositing them in the opulent corridors of the Iceberg Lounge.
The faint hum of jazz filtered from the main floor as they walked the corridor.
Lark escorted Fugate to the heavy doors of Cobblepot's office, knocking once before pushing them open.
@IcebergClock There were a few dents from bullets, and she would need a paint job. But theyโd have her at one-hundred percent in a few hours.
"He's been briefed on the airport mess and the chase. But Iโm sure heโs looking forward to hearing more about this Zurich crew that wants you dead."
@IcebergClock "Mr. Cobblepot's waiting in his office," Lark said, her voice crisp as she gestured toward the elevator leading up to the Iceberg Lounge's inner sanctum.
As she spoke with Fugate, Jay and Raven attended to the cosmetic damage done to Shadow Sentinel.
@IcebergClock Nine minutes and forty-two seconds later, they pulled into the hidden garage beneath the Iceberg Lounge unscathed, the neon sign flickering its welcome in the Gotham gloom.
Lark awaited them inside.
โ
#OneGotham
[Timed Arrival Pt. 2]
(@IcebergClock)
Jay floored the accelerator, weaving the matte-black SUV through the labyrinth of airport access roads toward the Gotham Expressway.
In the rearview mirror, the pursuit crystallized: two sleek motorcycles with +
@IcebergClock [J] "Smooth as silk," she said, glancing in the rearview.
Raven secured her vest with a satisfied snap.
A few members of her arsenal were gone, but sheโd restock when they return to the lounge.
@IcebergClock In the chaos, Raven spotted another wrist tattoo on the fallen riderโher third confirmation.
The crippled sedan fell back, its occupants abandoning the chase on foot into the shadows.
Jay eased off the gas, the armored SUV intact save for a few superficial dents and scrapes.