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"How exactly are you planning on doing this?" Sofia asked suspiciously

Ed simply waved a hand, "No need to go into detail. All you need to know is it will be a swift escape on your brother's end."

"And when is this escape happening?"

Nygma quirked a brow and once again gave a confused look, "You're his sibling, I would imagine he would tell you these things especially when you're the one handling business."

She frowned as her eyes narrowed, glancing over at Frost, who passively watched her. "Yeah, I would imagine so too."

"Hm. I see. Well the most I can tell you from what I know is he plans on escaping soon. I suppose it's up to you or his men to tell me when the time is right."

"And you just wanted to get the information through me because you know I have direct contact to him." She finished

He smiled, "Your certainly smarter than you look Ms. Black."

Sofia didn't say anything else, she simply turned her back to the man and walked passed Frost through the doorway. "Frost will show you out."

The men watched as she left the area. Frost glanced back at Nygma, "I'll have my men escort you out. You'll be contacted when boss says so."

Nygma grabbed his dark green tinted bowler hat from the seat and tipped it down after putting it on. "Of course, Mr. Frost. Have a good day," he smiled

Frost gave the order to his guards before leaving the room and following Sofia. She was already halfway down the hall and headed for the bar, where there were female workers getting ready for the nights opening. There had been a few women who mysteriously went missing in the past month, so Sofia had ordered Frost to hire on more dancers. Unfortunately for her, while J always paid well, this job wasn't exactly one to eagerly jump for. Although he managed to hire on some women, some of them Sofia couldn't interview herself, but she left that in Frost's hands when she didn't have the time. She didn't trust anyone and when they were newbies, she certainly didn't cut them a break.

She walked behind the bar counter and grabbed a bottle of flavored vodka, taking another shot glass in her hand and pouring the liquor in it. There was a woman behind the counter beside her, staring at her. One of the newer workers. Young woman with light brown hair and brown eyes. Average looking mostly. She looked at them until they quickly verted their gaze back to their duties. Still feeling Sofia's eyes glued to them.

"I hope you don't intend on getting drunk."

Sofia's eyes shifted to see Frost walking up to the bar counter. The woman sighed in relief and grabbed a few more bottles, putting them in the farther area of the bar, away from the two.

Sofia scoffed, "I can't afford to get drunk. Or wait. Maybe I can since I clearly don't have any responsibilities. You and J seem to be handling things fine without me," she poured another drink and placed the bottle back on the wall.

Frost sighed, "He didn't want to put that on your shoulders just yet. He was going to tell you when he saw you."

She rolled her eyes, waving her hand and downing the drink, "Does he just assume you've been doing everything and I've been doing nothing? Did he give me this title just so I can feel special?"

Frost watched her with a stoic face, "No. He wanted someone the underground respected in his seat while he was gone."

She raised a brow, "Respected? I've never even met them."

Frost shook his head, "You don't have to. Words spreads quick in the underground and as soon as they heard of your accomplishments. Would they have given you that respect."

She stood there with her arms crossed, almost like a small child who didn't get their way. Making Frost smirk a bit, "Why can't you do it? You're his right-hand man?"

"I'm not related to him. I may be the best at what I do. But I am not his blood. J knows how much you can handle, but he is still your guardian. Some things he wants done without you."

She didn't like it. But Jack was like that even when they were kids. He was always the protector and if there was something he felt might put her in harm's way, he would be the one to handle that. And not tell her. She groaned and stood up, "Right. Well I have to go."

Frost continued to stare at her, "Where are we going?"

She furrowed her brows after walking around the counter, "We?"

"Yes. We. I can't allow you to go anywhere without any supervision. I'll drive you there. And besides, you don't have a car right now."

She grunted, remembering the totaled corvette sitting in the garage. This was going to be a fun conversation between her and J in a few days. "Fine. But you don't have to go. You have work to do here."

"I'll send someone then."

"Fine."

"Fine." Frost smirked turning and walking to the other end of the club, likely assigning a task for one of his workers.

Sofia sighed as she leaned against the counter, her eyes catching the young woman once again staring at her. This time Sofia turned around and stood in front of the woman form the other side of the bar, Sofia's cold eyes watched her every move. Making the woman nervous and nearly drop a glass back into the sink. "What's your name?"

The young woman looked up at Sofia, realizing she was in fact just as intimidating as her brother. It was weird really, when she interviewed for this position, she was interviewed by Frost. So she had only seen Sofia a few times. But now that she was up close, really gave a whole new meaning to the word daunting. Although she was rather beautiful, she couldn't help but see something darker in her piercing green eyes.

She stuttered for a moment until responding, "Uh…Madeline Miss."

Sofia observed her, as if she were reading her to see if she was telling the truth or even trying to figure her out. "That your real name?"

"Y…Yes."

Sofia stared at her, "When did you start working here Madeline?"

"Just about a week ago."

"Why?"

Madeline paused, Frost hadn't asked her that question in the interview. That was just how it went. Rogues don't care why you need the money, they just care about when you can start. She thought about it, "Just seemed like a better place than where I was before."

"Where were you before?"

The questions seemed so quick. As if she had them scripted. "Just for another one of Gotham's criminals. And I heard there was a woman running the Joker's club. So I thought maybe—

"I'd be a bit less violent?" Sofia cut in

Madeline stopped and nodded.

Sofia smirked, "I guess I am a bit less hot headed than my brother."

Madeline gave a small smile.

"But he'll be back soon. So try not to get on his bad side." She warned

Madeline's smile faltered.

Frost now walking up, "Your rides ready Sofia."

Sofia looked at Frost and nodded, walking toward the back before turning and looking at Madeline, "Madeline."

The young bartender froze and quickly looked at Sofia.

"Change your name. No one needs to know who you really are when you walk through those doors." She advised, finally exiting the club with Frost behind her.

Madeline watched until they disappeared behind the door. What name was she supposed to choose? Her eyes glanced over to see a stack of cards set atop the counter, one of the cards poking out. Sighing, went back to setting up, "Spade it is…"