Sighing to himself Oswald Cobblepot, successful business man and criminal mastermind, complimented his hard days work with a few treats of his own. The hot tub was at the perfect temperature, hot enough to soothe his aching muscles but not so hot that he'd end up flushed red all over. This was just what he needed, a few moments to indulge in being king of the castle for once, to take the time to raise a glass of champagne, smoke a fine cigarette and enjoy a perfect private sunken hot tub.
Of course it would help if he had staff that knew to say no to guests at this time of night. His next sigh isn't one of relief but instead rather resigned as he glances up to Edward, refusing to cease his relaxation for an interruption. "Good evening Edward, care to share which of my little birds let you in? I haven't fired somebody for a while now…"
"Now now Ozzie, no need for that. Your little birds cannot be blamed for giving into my charm, they're only human after all." Edward smirks, all ego, smugness and a dash of utter prick. Sipping at his champagne again, Oswald watches as his guest plays with his cane, walking over to help himself to his own glass of drink.
Smirking to himself Oswald raises his glass, spreading his arms to the hot tub and tapping the ash off his cigar. "Please, since you're here you may as well join me." Maybe it would be nice to have some company this evening, Edward was his most tolerable associate after all.
Edward scoffs, tapping his cane on the floor, gulping down half of his champagne and hiccupping on the bubbles slightly. "I didn't exactly come prepared Ozzie, no swimming trunks hidden beneath my hat." Still he does remove said hat, set it aside with his jacket, tie, cane, shoes and socks before padding over to the sunken tub.
"Not even a pair of Speedos? How disappointing." Oswald tuts, reaching over for the bottle of drink and pouring some more in his flute glass. "And here I thought you were prepared for every occasion."
Shrugging in reply, Edward rolls up the legs of his trousers to his knees, revealing pale knobbly kneed legs before stepping down into the tub. He seats himself on the edge, waving his glass for Ozzie to refill it and smirking as he takes his neck bubble filled sip. "I don't think Speedos could save me from any situation. Though I could get a lovely question marked pair. Wear them over the top of my suit like Batman does, flaunt my behind to the public eye. Do you think that's the source of all his powers?"
That does make Oswald laugh out loud, cigar bobbing between his clenched teeth as he imagines all of their merry band of villains trying to steal the Dark Knight's underwear. Leaning forward he raises his glass into a toast, close enough for Edward to clink their glasses together. "Edward you're an idiot."
His guest smiles, a small laugh bubbling from his throat as he leans closer to the toast. "No, I'm a genius."
Taking his chance, Oswald slips a foot behind Edward's ankles, hooking them both from their perch and yanking hard to send his guest tipping into the water. Edward splutters, still practically fully clothed and now soaking as he manages to find some purchase on the seat and steady himself. "No." Oswald squawks, not caring about the water everywhere or the loss of one of his glasses, just enjoying the tiny revenge against his interruption from earlier. Edward was welcome to stay, but he still needed to learn that doors were closed for a reason. "You're an idiot."