If you wanted to find anyone in Gotham's underworld you paid a visit to the Iceberg Lounge. This is why the scarred cowboy found himself standing outside the entrance to the ritzy nightclub. After passing through the gilded front door, Hex was immediately met by hostess who was disgusted at the gunslinger's appearance.
"Excuse me sir. Can I help you?" her tone was snooty.
"Nope." his answer was terse as he attempted to march past the hostess' podium. She jumped out in order to catch him before he passed into the main lounge.
"Excuse me, sir!" her snooty voice now shouting. "You can't go in there dressed like that! We have standards here sir." she motioned to Hex's dusty and ragged clothes. Jonah took his hat off and held it in his hands.
"Sorry, ma'am. I'm here on business and I'm going ta need in there." he tried to act a gentleman to the lady.
"We have a strict black tie dress code, sir. I can't let you in, no matter what it's for." the woman was persistent in her duties. Jonah resorted to his last option, using his free hand to brush back the Confederate jacket to reveal his Colt.
"Am I up ta code now?" he grimaced the words. The woman looked at him disappointed with a hint of scared. Without saying a word, the hostess returned to her podium and waved Hex into the club.
Bright lights illuminated the fancy crystal work stylized as arctic ice flows and fine imported carpets. Hex had to walk past an open pool which housed a flock of penguins performing tricks for guests throwing in fish. Jonah found an open table to occupy. It was next to a 13 piece band playing classy big band tunes. A scantily clad cocktail waitress approached him as he took in the happening club. "Some real stand-up joint ya got here." Jonah dryly commented on the scene.
"Mr. Cobblepot always gives his guest the best experiences." when she spoke she brushed her hand daintily over his broad shoulder, "What can I get you?" Hex could only huff a laugh to himself,
"I'll just have a beer, darling." the girl was taken back by the answer and walked off defeated to fetch his beer. As he looked across the jumping joint searching for someone with information, the cowboy attracted his fair share of gawking stares. The young waitress returned with a brown glass bottle that looked out of place among the wine and martini glasses balanced on her tray. "Thanks, darling." Jonah took the beer from the tray and drank it down as the redheaded girl examined his face.
"Wait are you one of Two-Face's men?" she asked innocently. Jonah kept his beer to his lips as he debated how to play this.
"Don't Mr. Cobblepot teach ya not ta ask questions like that?" he faked an angered tone. The girl widened her eyes in shock,
"Sorry, sir.." her voice wavered as she tried to defend question.
"Why are ya worrying about who I work fer?" Jonah pressed her for information.
"I'm not sir. I just remember seeing him on the other side of the club at the Arctic Bar." she unwittingly delivered the info he needed.
"Thank ya kindly. I was supposed to meet him here tonight." he excused himself without raising suspicion. He made his way across the club floor once again, shouldering through the crowds of dancing and socializing people. From nowhere a cane was held out in front of Hex's chest, stopping his progress. He followed the staff down to it's originator. He found a short man in a green suit and matching bowler holding it.
"Well, aren't you an interesting sight." his voice was light and sing-songy, "Someone who would wear such rags must be quite the imbecile." he continued on, using the end of cane to poke at Jonah's shirt, "But I want to see you try and think. If your brain allows it." the man chuckled at his own joke, Hex only stared at him with squinted eye. "Riddle me this, monkey. He who makes it has no need of it. Those who buy it have no use for it. He who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What am I?" Jonah had little patience for the man's games.
"Who's bout to have six holes in'em if they don't make themselves scarce?" he replied with his own question. The man dropped the cane to his side.
"A typical brutish thug. Leave me alone. I shall find someone more suitable for a game of wits." The gunslinger could care less what the man did as he continued to the large sign that glowed 'Arctic Bar'.
Once inside the room that served as the club's premier bar, Jonah's boots thumped on the white marble floors, a large glass chandelier hung overhead. It was a stark contrast to the usual dive bars he inhabited. A quick survey of the room revealed many of the patrons in black tuxedos or colorful evening gowns. The only exception was a man at the bar with his back to Hex. He wore an odd suit of half white and black. Hex took the empty bar chair next to him, placing the beer bottle and cowboy hat on the waxed mahogany bar. The man looked over in wonder at the newly seated cowboy. Jonah locked eyes with him, both were a little taken back by each other's appearance.
"What the Hell happened to you?" Two-Face asked of Hex's scars.
"I could ask the same." Jonah was quick to respond. The man didn't answer as he studied Jonah's misshapen eye, Hex himself studied the man's burn scars. "Two-Face, I assume?" Jonah finally asked, "Can see why they call ya that. Heck, ya make me look like Marilyn Monroe." the cowboy couldn't help but smile to himself. Two-Face didn't see the humor in it.
"What do you want, Mr.?" the former politician got down to business and Jonah obliged.
"Here fer you. Some fellers want ta talk with ya real bad." He took a drink from his bottle before continuing, "Now, we can do this like civilized folk or..." Jonah slowly started to move his hand from the bar and towards his gun belt.
"Before you go for that gun on your hip." Two-Face caught the bounty hunter in the act, "Consider this. See those boys over there?" Dent nodded his head to a corner of the room. Two burly men were leaning on a piano while the musician tickled its ivories. "I've got plenty of other men just like that trolling around here. You try to pull that piece and you won't leave this club alive." when he finished gloating, Two-Face stared at Hex. He eased back in his chair, assured he had the high ground, and dug into the pocket of his white pant leg, "Which leaves me with a choice. Let you walk out of this bar," he produced a silver dollar as he spoke, "or have my boys 'escort' you to the back alley." he placed the coin on his thumb and gave it a flip. After it twirled through the air, he smacked it on his burnt wrist. Jonah tightened his grip on the Colt Navy's handle, prepared to shoot up the joint if he had too. Two-Face took away his hand, revealing the clean image of a royal woman. "Looks like you get to live one more day." As Two-Face stood from his chair he waved his hand, a signal to his guards, and started towards the Arctic Bar's door, "Don't let me see that ugly mug of yours again." he threatened. The gunslinger turned back to the bar and picked up his beer, letting his bounty leave the club peacefully.
"Pot calling the kettle black." he chuckled to himself.