Hey Fans. I'ts been awhile, but Here is the Newest Chapter of my Author Fighters Fic, Enjoy! I only own myself.
The Next Night, Dahlia returned to Perform at the Iceberg Lounge again. JC 619 meanwhile is sitting in the Audience. JC 619 was wearing another Chameleon Mask he had gotten from Milo, and was drinking a Cherry Limeade Drink when Blackfrie approached him.
"Mr. Cobblepot would like to speak to you Chameleon." said Balckfire, Who knew it was really JC 619.
"Any reason why?" asked Chameleon.
"He didn't say anything." replied Blackfire.
Blackfire then guided Chameleon up to a set of stairs, and into a Small Room. The Room looked like any old Boss Office with afew Penguin Figures, and a Big Case that holds Umbrellas. Oswald is seen sitting at his Desk.
"Ahh, Chameleon, Have a Seat." said Oswald as he pointed to a Chair.
Chameleon willingly sits. Just then, The Gangreen Gang walk into the Room, and stand behind The Chameleon.
"So Chameleon, How are you?" asked Oswald.
"Fine, Alittle bit confused on why I'm here right now." said Chameleon, trying to keep his composure.
"Really, How long did you think that you could keep up the Charade Mr. 619?" questioned Mr. Cobblepott.
"Allright, How did you know it was me?" JC 619 as he removed the Chameleon Mask.
"I may not be a Genius, But I'm certainly no Fool." retorted Oswald.
"Anyway, You obviously know the Rules on how AF Members are supposed to behave around my Club correct?" asked Oswald.
"Somewhat, You give us any info on Darkside Activity & We don't go into Club, and tear it up." replied JC 619.
"That is true, but I have gotten word recently that you've been messing with my property." said Oswald.
"Hey listen, If it's about the Clogged Toilet Two Days Ago, I had a Stomach Bug abit, and I wanted to make sure I flushed all the Evidence." answered JC 619.
"No, Not that, The Property I'm talking about is my Employee: Dahlia." replied Oswald.
"Whoa, You're basically comparing her to a Toilet? Man if that ain't Sexist, Then I must be from L.A." said JC 619.
"Now listen here Mr. 619, My Associates told me that you attacked them while they were simply reprimanding Miss Dahlia." said Oswald.
"They were harassing her, They even try to plant some of your Money on her to make it look like She stole from you!" argued JC 619.
"I see, Well listen I appreciate your honesty, but I'm giving you a Warning: Stay away from my Property!" commanded Oswald.
"Your Property, Why don't you just have her Cook for you then!" again argued JC 619 in an angry tone.
"Watch your tone, Whelp!" said Oswald.
"Fine, Fine, I see when I'm beat." said JC 619 as he then gets off his seat, and begins to walk away.
"By the way, I have a Deal to make with you regarding Miss Dahlia." said JC 619 as he about to walk out the Door.
"A Deal you say?" peeped a confused Oswald.
"Yeah, I'll meet you here again after Closing to discuss the Deal." said JC 619.
"Allright then." said Oswald.
JC 619 then left Office, and returned to his Seat.
(Afew Hours Later)
"The Iceberg Lounge is Closing down for the Night Folks, Please Leave." said Goro as he pointed the Crowd towards the Exit. JC 619 then sneaks off, and heads up to Oswald's Office with a Black Briefcase.
JC 619 then enters the Office with his Case as Oswald is sitting at his Desk.
"Sooo... What's this Deal you were speaking about?" asked Oswald.
"This." said JC 619 as he opened the Briefcase to reveal it full of Money.
"Wow." simply said Oswald.
"This Case holds Two Thousand Dollars, I will Gladly give you this Case." stated JC 619.
"Just like that?" asked a Smiling Oswald.
"Under the Condition that You call off the Debts that Your Singer Dahlia owes." answered JC 619.
"Hmmmm..." This all seems to be in order." said Oswald as he examined the Money.
"Allright, Tommorrow Night I'll let Dahlia out of her Contract." said Oswald with a Smile.
"That's good to know." said JC 619.
"Yeah, It is nice to know that two People can reach a Resolution without resulting in Fisticuffs or some Physical Conflict." said Oswald as he then grabs a Glass Bottle, and pours the Liquid into Two Glasses.
"Here, Have a Drink." said Oswald as he offered JC 619 a Glass.
"I'm sorry. I don't Drink." replied JC 619.
"Come on, This is a Rare 1999 End of Millenium Pawtucket Patriot." commented Oswald.
"I'm Strait Edge Sir." replied JC 619.
"Who cares if you have one Tiny Sip." interrated Oswald.
"I told You no Man." said JC 619 as he accidentally knocks the Glass from Oswald's Hand, and it falls to the Floor. The Glass wasn't Broken, but the Ale was spilled onto the Floor.
"Oh My Bad Sir." apologized JC 619.
"No problem, It was just an accident. Be a Helping Hand though, and Fetch me that Rag near the Umbrella Case." said Oswald.
JC 619 heads to the Case, and grabs the Rag. Just then, The Cap from one of the Umbrellas pops open, and shoots out a Gas onto JC 619. JC 619 then Keels over.
"Oops Sorry, I forgot to mention about my Umbrellas." said Oswald as he chuckled abit.
"You don't know me very well, Do you?" asked JC 619 as he imitated the Looney Tunes Line.
"But..." Questioned Oswald until JC 619 interrupted him.
"I've been hit with Knock-Out Gas so much, I've developed a Natural Immunity to it." said JC 619 smirking.
"I hoped it didn't come to this, but what the Hey." responded Oswald as he signalled The Gangreen Gang to try, and Interfere. JC 619 again quickly dispatched the Five without even using his Weapons.
"Too easy...Derp!" said JC 619 as he is taken out by Oswald with a Tranqualizer Dart Shooting Umbrella.
"Allright you guys, Get rid of this Ruffian." commanded Oswald as The Gangreen Gang picked JC 619's Unconsious Body off of the Floor.
Oh Boy, It doesn't look good now. But Next Chapter will be coming soon. In the Meantime, REVIEW!