Her heels clacked against the sidewalk as she strutted down the streets of Gotham. It has been almost four years since she had walked these streets but it was nice to know that nothing had changed. Criminals were still running around and it appeared as though the mob still had a tight grip on the police force and City Hall and any other institution that they want to get their grubby hands on. It was rather heartwarming to see that this city hadn't changed.

There was one place, and one person, that she knew would be almost dying to see her. It was only a matter of time before her presence in the city once again would be announced to those that believed she had died. And it was only a matter of time before a pair of wonderful henchmen would come to her apartment to collect her.

The club had not changed. It had been redecorated, a few extra tables and booths had been added and the stage had been updated, but it had the same vibe that it always had. The dark lights and soft music playing added to aroma. The entire place was empty apart from a few bar staff, waiters and the woman that I was looking for.

"I like what you've done with the place, Fish." She states, strolling towards her.

The woman turns around, a glass of wine in her hand. Her short dark hair with the red tips has been set perfectly, her makeup done to perfection. Her face remains completely still as her green eyes land on the woman that had entered her club.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, frowning at her.

"It is good to see you too, Fishy," The woman drifts towards her.

Fish sets her glass down and removes herself from her chair. She meets the woman half way. Her sharp eyes watch her every movement. She stands tall in front of her. Their eyes lock.

"The last time I saw you, you were getting on a train out here. Why come back?" Fish asks, placing her hands on her hips.

"Gotham is my home. I was very homesick," She jokingly holds her stomach. "We both knew that I would never stay away from here forever."

Fish could not restrain the smirk that managed to crawl onto her lips. "Well, it is rather nice that you decided to pay a visit. Would you like a drink, dear?"

The woman returns the gesture. "Of course."

She signals the bartender to prepare them a drink before settling down into her chair again. She points to the chair beside her and her 'old friend' happily accepts it. They turn their attention to the young woman on the stage that is standing completely still in front of a microphone. Fish raises her hand and asks her to continues. The girl does as she asks and begins to sing quietly into the microphone.

"What happened to that little assistant of yours? Oswald was it?" The woman asks her, keeping her eyes trained on the girl on stage. She was a good looking woman, she must admit. What Mooney was wanting to do with her was something she did not want to become involved in.

"That little penguin is six feet under."

"What? I thought that he was one of your best. He was very humble a-"

"And he was also a liar and a backstabber. I will not tolerate those who believe that they can deceive me."

"I remember being like that. Innocent and willing to do anything to get ahead in life," She picks up her glass and takes a sip of the wine.

Fish smiles. "And now look at you: a woman that has more blood on her hands than most men in Gotham."

She laughs. "Look who's talking," The girl continues to sing. "What are you planning on doing with that girl?"

"Whatever I need her to do. She's going to help me get what I want," Fish sets her hand on the woman's arm. "And I would be more than happy if you were here to help me, (Y/N)."

"I would be more than happy too, Mooney."