Closed starter for @maskisms
Rhythmic clicking of shoes interspersed with the familiar tapping of a cane against marbled tiles announced the kingpin’s arrival long before he made his entrance into the grand halls of the casino. Those gathered before the table would be graced with the sharp upturned curve of a sinister smile once the intricately designed doors were pushed open to grant him entrance.
“I do apologise for my tardiness, traffic has been rather dreadful lately.”
Traditions of old have decreed that the marked zone was to remain neutral grounds among the crime families, with none holding favour in particular within the area. Generally respected for the most part of course. Yet progress requires sacrifice. Only by discarding the habits of old may one come to give form to a new era in Gotham.
A seat is had. The mobster takes his time setting aside his cane and rearranging his posture, just in time for the casino’s staff to enter wheeling in entree trays of gleaming silver....
The first round of bullets reverberated most satisfyingly off the walls and against the Penguin’s chest. Amidst the hail of ammunition and fog, he remains still- an ever dignified presence. When the dust and debris finally settles, none of tonight’s dinner guests remained breathing. Well..except for one that is.
“Now. To business, shall we?”











