#starter greeter

“Cobblepot!” Raspy tones called with glee. “You’re a surprisingly difficult man to track down.” Kicking his feet up on a table, J leaned back--dangerously so--in his chair. “Word on the street is you have a new plan to put down the Batman.” J leaned forward, feet quickly replaced on the floor, elbow resting on the table instead. “I want in,” lower register of his voice sounded deep in his chest. A quick grin and a jerk of his head later, and his voice returned to its usual gleeful tone, “after all, every plan needs a little flourish! And no one provides flair like ole J!” 

“Batsy, Batsy, Batsy. There’s no need for such violence! I came here in peace!” A chuckle nearly burst from his throat, but he did his best to choke it down, a bright grin shot towards his favorite caped crusader. “Don’t you know what today is?” 

A quick flourish revealed a table with lit candles and place setting for two--covered plates glittering beneath the candlelight. “It’s our anniversary,” he purred, his voice reaching a lower register. 

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