Iceberg Lounge
A short, fat man in a suit that cost more than your average sports car walked across the stage. His gait seemed both awkward and confident. The spotlight trained on him as the other lights dimmed. He stopped at the microphone and smiled.
" Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Iceberg Lounge, Gotham city's foremost nightclub. Tonight we have a very special performance, tonight we christen the new year with a spectacular display that will remind the world of Gotham's pride and…"
The short man known by some as Oswald Cobblepot, others knew him as the dreaded Penguin. One of Gotham's notorious crime lords, fell to the floor with a spray of blood as a knife flew from somewhere within the audience directly through his left eye and into his brain. He was dead before he hit the floor.
The room fell silent for a short moment. Though to those in the room it seemed to stretch on forever as their minds struggled to comprehend what just happened. But after this moment the room erupted into chaos. Shouts, screams, and cries filled the room as panic spread throughout them.
However in the midst of everything one man stood from a barstool with a champagne flute in hand and calmly maneuvered around the crowd sipping his drink. Just before he reached the door his drink ran empty and he lightly tossed the glass over his shoulder and left through the door. The glass shattered, and as the door closed behind him the lights came back on as the medical staff rushed in from a backdoor towards the fallen kingpin and his security staff attempted to calm the crowd.
A few short hours later the GCPD combed through the now empty nightclub. The patrons and staff having already been interviewed and allowed to leave. Commissioner Gordon stood a ways away from the other officers in deep thought before he stepped outside and lit a cigarette. As he exhaled he noticed a shadow indicating a figure had dropped down behind him.
" Jim. "
A gruff voice intoned from behind him in a manner most would find intimidating. However the police commissioner smiled slightly and turned.
" Batman. "
" What happened? "
Gordon considered his answer for a moment. Taking another drag from the cigarette before responding.
" Penguin is dead. Murdered on stage in front of more than a hundred people. And not one of them saw who did it. Or at least if they did, they aren't sharing that information. The murder weapon was a throwing knife, the angle of the entry wound suggests it was thrown from the bar. But that's all we have so far. Hopefully we can pull some prints of the knife but otherwise we don't have any leads. "
" Have you checked the security
cameras? "
Jim rolls his eyes before fixing them on the cowled mans, matching his gaze.
" The lights dimmed and the crowd shifted towards the stage, so the footage wasn't particularly helpful. But I'll send you the footage to review if you think it will help. "
The caped crusader nodded before firing a grappling hook towards the rooftops and fleeing into the night. Both men wondered who could be behind such a smooth attack. As well as wondering if this was all the assailant was after, or if this was just the beginning of something much worse.