#iceberg lounge

he can do the mixology trick stuff (there is probably a word for it)

he is very handsome in the uniform and his facial scar makes the people who go in for the 'experience' become easily charmed and return customers

he would probably reduce the hits Oswald allows in his club, but the Intel he gets in return would very much make up for it

Bruce can't sneak in anymore. No matter the disguise Desmond will always sniff him out and give him the vip/babysitter treatment because it's bad business if the local billionaire dies there. Especially if it's one of the nights he goes in drag and how many people know he makes a very pretty lady because he does

he doubles as the show girl choreographer consultant, when new routines are being made he points out what moves will break ankles or what heel height would be best

Nolan North can sing so now Desmond does it when the show girls need extra time to get ready. Oswald and his managers run a tight ship so this is a rarity making Desmond's performances be like hidden gems

Desmond also does security sometimes, he can tell who is likely to turn violent and lets security know to keep an eye on them. The lounge also gets a reputation because anytime a drink gets spiked Desmond feeds it to the spiker

Desmond in uniform because I cannot stress that enough

He is also great whenever cops or Bats have to be involved, he knows how much to talk to them what not to say and he knows their rights

The lounge appears 'straight' so the Penguin has more time to focus on his crimes. Desmond refuses to be involved in that side of things and he is too important for Oswald to risk so he doesn't try to force him into crime

The penguins adore him and he paints pebbles for them. Is he a penguin matchmaker, maybe. Can he sometimes be seen with them following him like baby chicks, yes. Robin is so jealous about this because he tried rehoming one but Batman made him return it and it immediately ran to Desmond

smau featuring dick, jason, wally, and duke x reader!!!!

gn!reader for all of them except jason and duke says “yes ma’am” also mentions of perfume and heels

brief mentions of sex 👀 nothing too crazy

basically what i think the boys would say if you were stuck working late at the iceberg lounge!!

no dividers lol cuz ten image limit and i didn’t feel like making a pt. 2

Normally, a day in Gotham would entail about a handful of crime of varying severity. Some street gangters robbing a store there, a bank/jewlery store heist there, maybe the car theft.

There were few days where it was as entirely quiet as it was now. Even the cases Oracle was having her watchful eyes upon in case of escalation were at a standstill. Police radioes were giving all clears, even areas normally patrolled by the mobs were strangely quiet now.

"Somethings off, even penguins men have pulled back from street patrols." Tim's voice came through the comm, followed by more clicking.

Steph landed on the next rooftop, surveying while raising her hand to her ear. "We've noticed it too, Hood hasn't heard any specifics, but his networks with the mobsters are rocky now after being intergrated with the family again." She watched as Jason landed on a fire escape after seeing her stop, the mask gave no indication of his state, but the way Cass was sticking close must mean it wouldn't take much to set him off again. "He said that there hasn't been any obvious chatter, but internal buisness we'll need to give a helping hand to get out of them."

She gave the hand signal they usually gave for 'penguin' and 'surveying'. If penguin wasn't speaking out loud, they would just have to get close enough to hear his whispers. "We'll be heading to penguin, maybe the clown has asked for arms or muscle."

"Better than nothing, it's already been 3 hours."

That, Jason seemed to have heard. He loudly pushed off from the fire escape, and began his hunt through the streets. Closely followed by Cass and Steph.

The door broke along with the the hinges in the wall as Jason didn't even try to sneak in quietly. The normal crews didn't even try to stand in his away, the youngling puffing their chest were also quickly pushing back. Like the red sea, people parted as the powerhouse that was RedHood walked further inside. A surprised yell and a shot was fired into the roof. Not a second after, RedHood had fired a rubber into the shooter's shoulder, making him fall to the floor.

BlackBat carefully stepped around the person's writhing form on the floor, her head turning and following Jason as his stared up at her, she waved her hands playfully before continuing along the walkway. "Didn't know he would be so flighty. Hard to find quality gansters nowadays?" Spoiler's voice followed as she jumped over the man. The two girls mingled between the gangsters, workers and party go'ers as whispered followed them.

Jason neverminded them and advanced further in, never saying a word. Before he had fully crossed, the man of the hour appeared. "The young aren't cut from the same cloth anymore."

The mobster moved with ease, a confidence in his step too secure to give away any anxiety about the vigilantes who had foiled his plan so many times before, now being infront of him again. "You're being awfully quiet tonight Flippers." The mechanical voice emitted from the helmet, made more than a few people shiver. "Why'd you pull all your guarddogs?"

A scowl settle on the man's face, clearly unhappy about both being accosted in his den and being questioned on his actions. The fight leaving him though, when both Spoiler and BlackBat jumped from the walkway and joined Hood's side. "We've ...heard the news." Penguin snapped his fingers, and a cigarette came from a guard by his side. "The clown seems to be making a mess-"

An inch was taken off the cigarette in Copple's mouth, Jason kept his gun raised, even when the goons around him pulled theirs and leveled it at his head.

"Calm ya tits yeah?" The mobster continued, relighting his smoke. "Everyone remembers how you lot reacted when the second Robin ...disappeared." He waved his hand in a mock bow towards Hood, who simply regripped the gun, but now leveled it at Penguin's head.

"You want the same treatment?" Blackbat pressed close to Hood's side, covering his blind spot towards the crowd, Spoiler covering the other. If this turned loud, they would have to take down as many people as possibe, they couldn't waste more time than they already had. They needed whatever information they could get, no matter the cost.

Penguin huffed a crude laugh, ending with a cough. "Stand down." Hesitantly, the guns were lowered but the harsh whispering between the goons continued. "We don't want to get involved with anything like that. The Robins are fair game, we don't kill 'em, but if they're out there taking kneecaps, we can nip their capes." He smiled as he looked over the three, but it turned to a scowl as he met the lenses of the helmet. "But we don't kill innocent kids."

Jason had listened to the underground when he had returned to Gotham. Had heard how the clown had been basically exiled from all that had previously been able to call him a colleague. Violence for violence was their world, but beating a child half to death before blowing him up, no. To kill the batman was maybe on the table, but the Robins were kids. He had gone too far, even for them.

The helmet's mechanical voice bloomed to life once again "So you're not involved?"

"We don't do business with the clown, cost and reward are too unpredictable. I can't gamble with those odds."

"Is there actually something you do know then?" Hood commented, his snark being audible even when distorted like this.

Spoiler continued, leaning against Jason's side, her head still surveying the people loitering about. "A favor for a favor, maybe your next prison stay won't be as uncomfortable."

BlackBat appeared beside Copplepot, startling the man so much he almost swollowed the cigarette. "Creepy fucker." He muttered, staring her down as she went back to her spot, resting her chin on Spoiler's shoulder. "After news of the live stream went off, I pulled most of my men back into the hives. I'll put my ear to the ground, but can't promise anything."

"You'll be doing us a favor just as much as yourself." Jason echoed, shoving Spoiler aside and reaching into a pocket, pulling out a small older phone. "Hear anything interesting, and you'll reach me with this." One of the henchmen caught it as he tossed it, Penguin seered but took it nonetheless.

"Think Flippers knows anything?" Steph said, overlooking the Iceberg Lounge, the movement through the warped windows was becoming more erratic while civilians and night workers were being filtered out the door.

Jason had taken the helmet off, the domino mask underneath sitting more uncomfortablely than ever before. He stubbed his second smoke, in the last 10 minutes, out on the cement. "I think he'll be willing to sell out the people who do know, if it means he'll stay clean."

The sound of a lighter being struck filled the silence. Soon acompanied by the pittering of rain. Cass was sitting beside Jason, following the movement of his hands, when the rain begun to fall even heavier, she simply joined him looking at the dark skies rolling over them.

"Let's just hope they're having more luck at Arkham."

The time read: 9:43:28

Part 14

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Pros- I serve cunt the penguin gets locked up I get more money

Because of bad PR, Oswald Cobblepot decided to put an advertisement in the newspaper to get new people to work for him. He once again worked legally, and that way, with new faces, it would look good. Most people were criminals or didn't last 1 day, with his visitors as they are rouges or Batman coming in!

+ Till one day a tiny child came in around 3'4 ft/101 cm; as it is Gotham, it was pretty normal for a child to search for a job. But the boy had Charisma that Oswald liked Danny pretty fast just by talking with him, and he played pretty well chess. Danny liked this man while he made him think of Uncle Vlad, but he was nicer??  + The PR idea worked! And that was how Oswald got his pinguin waiter—well,  more like Danny was dressed up in a pinguin onesie. And it worked like art!! +

People loved the tiny mascot of Iceberg Lounge! + Oswald was doing pretty well with that good PR, and his visitors liked the tiny child. + But all accept him; they won't let him return to the place he was before this. It was too dangerous for what he told them, and they could see it wasn't a lie or a story by a child. Who the hell wants to flay a child alive!

+

Bruce knows, of course? He has...strange methods of tracking all his children. He's very nosy.

Normally, Tim tells Bruce where he's going. Sometimes he calls or texts- "library" or "helping Dick." And sometimes he goes out of his way to find Bruce wherever he is in the manor (normally his office or in the library) knowing it gives his father peace of mind.

But when Jason started inviting him out at night, to go dancing, or hang out with people Tim can actually stand and he knows Bruce wouldn't approve. He is in line for Bruce's empire after all, the press would have a field day if he got caught doing the things he did/wearing the things he wore to the IceBerg Lounge or the CatTail Club deep in the city.

So most nights he sneaks out his window and meets Jason at the end of the manor driveway. And most nights he sneaks back in with no issue. (Most...more to come on that?)

Bruce always frowns a little more than normal the following day while they have breakfast. Knowing exactly what Tim's red eyes and sleepy silence is from.

Bruce knows about the strange thrill Tim gets when he sneaks out of the house or dates the son of his father's enemy. He knows Tim enjoys testing him, seeing how many buttons he can push until Bruce simply wilts or explodes.

And even then, if one day he snapped at his son and his... behaviors, Tim would only give him a wide smile, a sign he'd gotten what he'd wanted all along.