The Iceberg Club, Gotham's newest and one its most popular high-class clubs. The massive building was painted completely white and the interior of the club was modeled after an iceberg. A pool sat in the center of the club wear a number of penguins swam around, climbing up onto the fake piece of ice in the center. Some of the wealthiest people in Gotham sat at tables throughout the club, buying the overpriced drinks and sipping them down. On the top floor of the club Oswald Cobblepot sat in his office behind his large oak desk, a pile of money in front of him and a phone to his ear.
"Yes, I received the money. It will be cleaned and placed into an account under your name minus my ten percent fee within the next forty-eight hours."
Hanging up the phone, the signaled the two men standing in front of the desk to remove the money.
"Start filtering it through the club. We need it to be cleaned by the night's end."
"Yes, boss."
The two men started to slide the money into briefcases when suddenly the skylight above the desk exploded, a figure shrouded in black falling though and landing on the desk. The Penguin dove down as glass shards reigned down from above. His two men reacted quickly, pulling guns from their jackets, but Lethal quickly threw both his hands out, the knife blades slicing through the air and impaling themselves into the foreheads of the two men. The Penguin slowly leaned up only to come face to face with the barrel of a pistol.
"I don't suppose I should offer you a drink on the house."
Lethal suddenly reached forward, grabbing the Penguin by the shirt collar and slamming his face into the desk. The Penguin's head bounced backwards before Lethal pulled it up, his cold, dark eyes staring straight into the Penguin's.
"Where is the Joker?"
"How should I know!"
Lethal slammed Penguin's face against the desk again, breaking the pointed nose of the man.
"I don't know!"
Lethal drove Penguin's face into the desktop again.
"I swear, I have no clue! I'm retired...a clean business man!"
Lethal quickly pistol-whipped the Penguin across the head.
"You're a middle man. You take blood money and make it clean. You're just as bad."
The Penguin spit a tooth out of his bleeding mouth.
"Please, don't kill me!"
"Then tell me where to find the purple suited freak..."
The Penguin stared at Lethal, fear creeping through his eyes.
"From what I've heard he's been spotted around Denizen Street near the docks!"
Lethal slammed the pistol across the Penguin's face again.
"I swear to you, that's all I know!!!"
Lethal threw the Penguin back into his chair, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. Jumping off of the desk, Lethal leaned down and stared into Penguin's quickly swelling eyes. Cobblepot quickly opened his mouth to say something, but Lethal jammed the barrel of his pistol into Penguin's mouth.
"Understand...I am keeping you alive because you can provide me with information. If you try to run...no matter where you go...I will kill you."
The Penguin quickly nodded his head before Lethal stood back up, punching him across the face and knocking him out.
"Wake up, Bats!!!"
Joker slapped Batman across the face, jarring him awake. Batman looked around and realized he was hanging from a catwalk, still wrapped tightly within the net. Joker stepped back, a big toothy grin on his face.
"I just wanted to say goodbye, Bats…since this is the last time you and I will see each other."
Joker looked over as two of his men wheeled over a large cart. On the top of the cart sat a stack of boxes, C4 painted on them. On the top of the boxes sat a small clock.
"I know…I know…it's not very flashy, poetic, or dramtic…but hey, a big ass bomb works pretty good, right, Batsy?"
Joker laughed as he stepped back, hitting a button on the timer. The five-minute count down slowly began to tick away. Joker's men started walking to a car that was parked behind the tanker truck that sat running, Harley sitting on its hood. Joker turned back and looked at Batman.
"But take solace in knowing, Bats, that you are not the only person who's going to be dead by dawn. As soon as I get my tanker full of fun to Gotham Reservoir…this whole city gets to watch the sun rise with a smile on their face!"
Joker laughed as he started walking towards the tanker truck, but was knocked off his feet as a massive explosion rocked the roof of the warehouse. Joker dove under a table as flaming debris fell to the floor, followed closely by Lethal who landed on the ground.
"Joker!!!"
Joker looked out from under the table.
"Aw, crap…him again…"
Lethal started to move toward the Joker, but a hail of gunfire from Joker's men impacted all around him causing him to jump behind cover. Joker quickly stood up and ran towards the tanker truck. In the frantic chaos, Batman slid a batarang out from his left glove and started to cut the netting that held him. Lethal leapt up over his cover firing his pistols. Two of Joker's men fell immediately and the others piled into the car, continuing to fire. Joker jumped into the cab of the truck with Harley and slid the truck into gear.
"No!!! You're not getting away again!"
Lethal ran towards the truck, but the Joker slammed the gas pedal down, roaring the truck forward and smashing through the two wooden doors of the warehouse. The doors exploded outward as the massive tanker truck smashed through them, followed closely by the car carrying Joker's men. Lethal dropped his guns and leapt up, vaulting off of a stack of boxes, landing on the roof of the car as it drove past. Lethal held onto the roof of the car looking back behind him as the warehouse suddenly erupted into a massive explosion, a giant ball of fire that reached high up into the night sky.
"Sorry, Wayne…guess you should have left it to me…"
One of Joker's men rose up from within the car aiming a gun a Lethal, but Lethal grabbed him, punching him across the face, and then slamming his head into the roof. The unconscious thug rolled backwards and out of the car, landing in a heap on the ground as the car continued forward. Another thug grabbed Lethal's leg from underneath, but Lethal pulled his gun out and fired into the car through the roof. The car suddenly began to slow, swerving to the side. Lethal quickly slid down from the roof and into the car, pushing the dead driver out of the way and slammed on the gas pedal.
Joker laughed maniacally as he crashed through a pile of shipping crates, exploding them into pieces. Looking into the side mirror, he saw his men's car pulling up along side of the tanker, but none of his men were driving.
"Damn it…"
Harley looked at Joker.
"Harley, do puddin' a favor and go make sure no one tries to spoil our fun."
"You got it, Mr. J!"
Harley nimbly climbed out from the cab of the truck, climbing up onto the tanker. Lethal swerved the car over next to the tanker and quickly climbed out onto the roof again, leaping over and grasping onto the ladder on the back of the tanker. The car he was driving pulled hard to the side, hitting a forklift and flipping over into the harbor.
The tanker truck roared along the docks, smashing through anything its path. Lethal gripped the rear ladder of the tanker being pulled, swinging back and forth wildly as the truck rampaged its way through the dockyard, dock workers running out of the way to avoid being caught under the wheels of the massive truck. The Joker sat behind the wheel of the tanker laughing as he pulled the wheel left and right, smashing into anything he wanted to see turn to splinters or scrap.
"Hot potato...coming through!!!"
Swinging his legs downward, Lethal locked his ankles around the ladder. Finally stabilized, Lethal started up the ladder, holding tightly as the tanker rocked again and again. Gripping the top rung of the ladder, Lethal started to pull himself up, but a bright red boot came down, smashing into his fingers.
Lethal dropped back down a rung before grabbing to ladder again and looked up. Harley stood above him, a smile on her face.
"You want Mr. J...you got to go through me!!"
Lethal moved his hand up again and Harley lifted he foot to kick at him again, but Lethal suddenly kicked up, swinging up beside the tanker and knocking Harley's legs out form under her. Standing carefully on the tanker top, Lethal watched as Harley rolled away, then somersaulted to her feet. Lethal almost grinned beneath his mask.
"Gladly."
