>>3469312
B

>>3469312
Leo who?

>D: Ask him if he would like to do it again. (“Any ideas for next time?”)

Is this made by the same autist who did that Dinner with Lex Luthor shit?

>>3471361

>>3461621

>>3471306

>>3444325

>B: Ask him how it was. (“Was I too much for ya?”)

He shakes his head but you noted some hesitation in the action.

"Maybe... maybe we'll take a break from this for... a month. No, two."

You nod before embracing him. That embrace morphing into another drawn-out makeout session. A knock at the door takes you out of the moment as you groan. You were really starting to get into it.

"I'll get it," you tell him. At first, he objects but then you point out that one of you is fully clothed and doesn’t look like the consensual abuse victim. Reluctantly, he nods.

"Just try to convince them that you aren't on the clock."

You scoff as you leave the side room through the back of the bookcase passageway you opened with a small grey, nub of a button at the side. You step out into your bedroom and march towards the source of the knocking that had now become a pounding. You hardly cared that you were dressed in a black PVC sleeveless dress, arm length gloves, thigh high stiletto boots and coffee coloured stockings with the hem exposed as well as the garter belt. Your profession isn't a secret even if this time you weren't dressed like this to be paid for it.

You open the door, just as the hunched, bespectacled woman in front of you was about to make another pound on it. She was dressed in an old-fashioned baby blue knit cardigan, floral blouse, brown pencil skirt and brown loafers. Her brown hair kept in a bun and decorated with a couple of hair decs to the side. Her wrinkled face crinkles as she scans your body with silent judgement. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

Your landlady, Mrs. Edgert, looks to your powdered face and briefly sucks in her teeth.

“I get a few complaints about certain, noises. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

>A: Deny knowledge. (“Noises? What kinda noises?”)
>B: Apologize. (“Just havin’ some fun with the boyfriend Mrs. Edgert. Sorry if we were too loud.”)
>C: Insult. (“Maybe you should try this? Might help in loosening up an old prude like you.”)
>D: Bribe. (“I hope you’re not thinkin’ of throwin’ me out. I can make it up to ya with somethin’ you can use to get yourself somethin’ nice”)
>E: Invite. (“Well Mrs. Edgert, why don’t ya step inside and see for yourself what the noise is?”)
>F: Other.

>>3471588
>B: Apologize. (“Just havin’ some fun with the boyfriend Mrs. Edgert. Sorry if we were too loud.”)

>>3471588
B

>B: Apologize. (“Just havin’ some fun with the boyfriend Mrs. Edgert. Sorry if we were too loud.”)

"Well... I just hope that doesn’t happen again or I will be taking more severe measures. Like your questionable stay in this building."

You scoff.

"My business is legitimate. Maybe I can show you a card?"

The older landlady turns up her nose and stifles a gasp before leaving with an irritated stomp. You go back inside and return to the "dungeon" as you named it despite the welcoming white walls, white carpet and pleasant landscape portraits. Apart from the "equipment" and the candles of course.

You find Leo resting against the wall, still trying to catch his breath. His body a deep shade of red and glistening with sweat.

"Just the landlady. I should have put that ball gag in your mouth.”

He smiled. His bright, shining teeth showing off its bright glimmer in the candlelight.

“Well, that would have taken something out of it for you.”

You smile as you take in the sight of his sculpted frame. He had a lot in common with the Greek statues you read quite a bit about.

“Yeah. I guess it was worth it,” you say as you step to him and once again push your mouth against his and wrestle with his lips as soft sounds of smacking reach your ears. You force your tongue into his as he reciprocates and welcomes a brief tussle between the two muscles. You feel your heart beating like a rapid firing gun as your body heats up and your mound tingles.

You take a break from the passionate intimacy as you both try to suck in the air around you.

“Mmm. I wanna’ fuck you so bad right now.” you moan as he chuckles at your enthusiasm.
“I’m flattered, honey. But I’m tired. Mostly thanks to you. I’m in the mood for a shower and a long sleep. Besides, do we really want your landlady’s attention again?”

>A: Insist. (“Aw come on honey, you can’t just get me hot and bothered like this and leave me alone with it.”)
>B: Agree. (“Okay fine. But you’re makin’ it up to me.”)
>C: Suggest. (“I could join you. I’m sweatin’ a little too.”)
>D: Whip him. (“The safe word is forfeited!”)
>E: Plead. (“Could you finish me off first at least? Please?”)
>F: Wax poetic. (Quote the first paragraph of “Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe.)
>G: Other.

>>3472233
>B: Agree. (“Okay fine. But you’re makin’ it up to me.”)

>>3472233
>C: Suggest. (“I could join you. I’m sweatin’ a little too.”)

>>3472233
C

>>3472233
>>C: Suggest. (“I could join you. I’m sweatin’ a little too.”)

>C: Suggest. (“I could join you. I’m sweatin’ a little too.”)

He smiles, clearly liking the idea. You smile too in hopeful anticipation.

“Well… I can’t make any promises. I’m tired don’t forget.”

With a brusque nod, you began to strip yourself of your dominatrix get up in front of him. From the PVC to the lace underwear, to the stockings and garter belt. Each article of clothing you removed in a deliberate sensual slowness. You see one of your favourite things about him excitedly rise. A proud smile stretches across your face as you stand in front of him just as naked as he.

You wanted to keep him eager and in waiting so you place a finger against his lips as he approaches you with his intent made obvious by his dark, intense blue eyes.

“Not yet, honey. Let’s get wet first,” you tell him in the most smooth, deep and seductive tone you could muster. Your powers of persuasion worked. He was willing to hold back his lust as you led him by the hand out of the secret room and to the shower in your bathroom past the bedroom and hall. Once the water started running you felt yourself getting pushed in and then pulled into a kiss. You hardly cared that the water hadn’t heated up yet. His embrace was warm enough. You let him explore every inch of you with his tongue before his fingers slipped into you. Then, once you got your first climax he gave you your second when he was done with thrusting inside of you. All your moans, howls and screams released into the hand he tightly pressed against your mouth.

“Mmmmm, Leo,” you moan out.

“Leo? Who the fuck is Leo?”

You look down to find yourself clothed (barely) as you were riding on top of a plain, bespectacled gentleman wearing nothing beneath his white button shirt, black tie and black black suit jacket. He looks up at you perplexingly and frustratedly.

“Um.”

>A: Apologize. (“Sorry, I was just driftin’.”)
>B: Insult. (“Better and bigger than you, honey.”)
>C: Avoid. (“No one. Just enjoy the ride you’re payin’ for.”)
>D: Direct. (“My boyfriend.”)
>E: Say nothing.
>F: Other

>>3473637
>C

>C: Avoid. (“No one. Just enjoy the ride you’re payin’ for.”)

"Doesn't sound like no one!" the man spat as he pushed you off of him, and he moved to put on his plain old white underpants and his dark trousers. You sit there on the red and white king-size bed that was luxuriously soft but also, as you know too well, stained.

>A: Apologize ("I'm really sorry. Wanna' go back to havin' fun?)
>B: Downplay. (What does it matter who he is? You just pay me to fuck and we fuck. It's that simple.")
>C: Unsympathetic. ("Maybe you should try and find a girl who'l ride you that's not employed to do it.")
>D: Lie. ("Oh come on, you have a significant other you don't tell about this right? Well he doesn’t know either.")
>E: Other.

>>3475726
>>B: Downplay. (What does it matter who he is? You just pay me to fuck and we fuck. It's that simple.")

>>3475726
>B: Downplay. (What does it matter who he is? You just pay me to fuck and we fuck. It's that simple.")

>Safeword is Krypton
kek

>B: Downplay. (What does it matter who he is? You just pay me to fuck and we fuck. It's that simple.")

"Oh it matters a whole lot. Don't ruin the damn simulation!"

He storms out, taking his money with him. You dreaded him making a scene and getting noticed by your co-workers. Ultimately, getting you into trouble.

You run after him. Not caring that you were currently braless, and wore nothing except black lace panties and dark, sheer seamed stockings.

"You still have to pay for the thirty minutes!" you call out to him as he gives you the middle finger. He leaves through the hall and likely on his way towards the front entrance. You consider trying to chase him, but then you noticed the stares of some of your fellow escorts, the awaiting clients and, dreadfully, the manager. Or the "Madam" As you and your escort friends called her.

"Well, well, making a scene outside of the pleasure room?" she asks with a cold, unfeeling stare behind her dark red framed professional glasses. She was a tall woman who was made even taller by the black high heels she wore. Her hair was a light chestnut brown tied into a small bun sticking out at the back. She wore a professional dark business suit with a pencil skirt. Her long, shapely legs encased in sheer nude nylons that hid whatever little imperfection they had.

She's the kind of woman you hope to end up like in ten. maybe twenty years.

Just by appearance anyway.

>A: Apologize. (“I’m really sorry. I said the wrong thing, and he took it real personal.”)
>B: Blame. (“His fault. Asshole can’t handle a little imperfection. I’m only human.”)
>C: Aggrandize. (“He was so good that I made such a mess, and it scared him off. He even forgot to pay.”)
>D: Sell out. (“It was Cindy. She knocked on the door and interrupted. Really pissed that guy off.”)
>E: Blunt. (“So when do I start packin’?”)
>F: Other.

>>3476232
>E: Blunt. (“So when do I start packin’?”)

>>3476232
>>C: Aggrandize. (“He was so good that I made such a mess, and it scared him off. He even forgot to pay.”)

>E: Blunt. (“So when do I start packin’?”)

She smiled. Much to your surprise.

"You don't. Unless you screw this one up anyway. Come to my office."

You were about to follow her until she holds up a finger.

"With a bra at least."

After getting over the initial embarrassment of the last few minutes, you were handed a phone while the dial part of it rested on the desk as the Madam, or "Laura" as her black and gold font nameplate you admired on her desk indicated, waited patiently with crossed arms while leaning against the curtain covered window.

"'Hello. Is this the woman I called about?" inquired the voice behind the line with a very distinctive accent to your ears. It was a British accent and indicative of strong royal pronunciation. You wondered if it was an aristocrat on the other line.

A smile comes to your lips. You imagine a tall, muscled, handsome man in a fancy red jacket and having a lot of wealth to his name. Already, you could feel your heart skipping a beat.

"Well hello, honey. You got a nice voice," you compliment as he chuckles in your ear.

"Why thank you, dear. How nice of you to inform."

You twirl the phone cord in your finger as you cross your legs while thinking of all the nasty and wonderful things you could do to him. You made sure to keep Leo in your mind so as not to forget that you have a life different from this to take care of. But you felt that you could also enjoy your work.

You noticed Laura grinning at you. Creepily too. You avert your sight away from her and to your twirling finger wrapped with the cord.

"Your voice is quite peasant yourself. Makes me think of a bright farm kissed by the sun. Golden wheat fields."

You giggle. You felt a little embarrassed to do it in front of your boss like she was the headmistress and you were a giddy schoolgirl. Although in a sense it was true and you knew that.

“You just know how to make a girl blush mister...” you trail off as you expect a response.

“Cobblepot. Oswald Cobblepot.”

That smile of yours drops.

Oh shit.

>A: This can’t be real. “(Oswald Cobblepot? As in The Penguin?”)
>B: End it now. (“Whatever it is you’re payin’, it ain’t worth it.”)
>C: Well, he can’t be all bad. (“Uh, when do I meet up with you?”)
>D: That smirking bitch! (Throw the phone at Laura.)
>E: Get it all out. (“Look, Mr. Cobblepot. I don’t know if I can really meet whatever your, uh, needs may be.”)
>F: Other.

>>3477452
>Other
>Turn on the charm you keep in reserve for the biggest spenders.
>Give Laura a death stare that rivals Superman's laser eyes

Normally I'd go with B, but that's too naive for me.

If he's asking for us specfically he knows damn well who he wants, and normally what the mob kingpin wants he'll absolutely get. We're not going to be able to wriggle out of this one without offending him or trying his patience. And annoying the fucking Penguin is a very bad thing for our continued survival.

Our lady of the night should lay on the charm offensive and try to stay on his good side at all points, because going along with his plans and not rocking the boat is the only way she's going to come out of this without her throat being slit. Self perservation first and foremost.

>F: Other
>Turn on the charm you keep in reserve for the biggest spenders.
>Give Laura a death stare that rivals Superman's laser eyes

You try your best to flatter him. You knew how... "unusual" he was in terms of appearance so you made sure to try and get him to soften up even more if possible.

"Mr. Cobblepot? I' can't believe it! You're, like, really famous!"

He loudly chuckled over the phone. You knew he was full of himself the moment you heard it. He's used to being thrown a verbal bone. You felt a little more confident with this realization.

"Oh, well, I do have my claims to fame. Not all of them positive, but an accusation is an accusation. You understand?"

You affirm that you do with a nod while you coldly glare at your boss. She shrugs with a lack of concern. If she was going to get you inadvertently killed somehow then you hope that your stare of death will haunt her for the rest of he life.

"So what is it you want from me? I can’t be all that special."

You were really wondering how this moment came to be. Penguin of all people calling up the agency wasn’t that much of a shock but you knew you were asked for specifically. Otherwise, another girl would be here or he would just show up himself and observe the selection.

"On the contrary, my dear. You were very much recommended by an acquaintance.”

Your brows furrow. Now, you were really curious.

“Lex Luthor. I’m sure you’re… intimately familiar with him?”

You felt like slamming the phone to pieces, and strangling Laura with the cord, but you manage to suppress yourself.

“Yeah. He’s… was a client of mine. We had a bit of a fallout so he’s not a customer any more.”

“Oh?” exclaimed Cobblepot.

“May I ask what happened?”

>A: Deflect. (“It was nothin’. Just a stupid, petty thing he can’t get over.”)
>B: Lie. (“I thought he was overchargin’ and he took a lot of offence to that. So he decided to prove it’s much more costly for me to be cut out of his cheques.”)
>C: Truth. (“He tried to kill me.”)
>D: Change subject. (“How do you know Luthor?”)
>E: Dodge. (“It’s still too much. I can’t bring myself to explain it.”)
>F: Other.

>>3478108
>Unfortunately, I just didn't fill out spandex to his liking. His loss.
>D: Change subject. (“How do you know Luthor?”)

>Unfortunately, I just didn't fill out spandex to his liking. His loss.

"I... beg your pardon?"

>D: Change subject. (“How do you know Luthor?”)

You smiled as he awkwardly agreed to change the subject on the phone. Making him uncomfortable worked.

"Right... well he has some investments in a few businesses of mine. I also sometimes consult him on being an entrepreneur. We help each other out quite a bit."

Considering the Penguin's level of known wealth in comparison to Lex, you;’e certain it's just a shareholder and managing executive relationship. Penguin just didn’t want to admit he works for him even if it was obvious.

"Well, I'm sure you two are best of friends."

He scoffs.

"Hardly. It's a professional, yet, mutually beneficial relationship, dear. Nothing more."

You wanted to quickly get to the point of his call. Now that you decided you already got in too deep to just say no to him. Especially because of his fearsome reputation.

"So. What is it you called me for? A date?"

He then confirmed.

"Why yes, dear. I'm not in the mood for going straight to the rotten side of it. I want to bring you to a special occasion at my club. It would be an honour to have you as a guest."

>A: Flattered. ("I'm touched, but I doubt I'm that much of an honour.")
>B: Delay. ("Can I have time to think about it?")
>C: Accept. ("It'd be an honour to hang on your arm.")
>D: Suggest. ("Wouldn’t you be interested in another girl? Someone prettier maybe?")
>E: Inquire. ("Your club? You mean the Iceberg Lounge? What's the occasion?")

>>3479376
>E: Inquire. ("Your club? You mean the Iceberg Lounge? What's the occasion?")

>E: Inquire. ("Your club? You mean the Iceberg Lounge? What's the occasion?")

"Well it's the twentieth anniversary since its opening. Quite a party is coming up next week. I hope that you'll be there."

You decide to finally ask what he is offering, but making sure to pre-face it with enthusiasm."

"I can hardly wait. How much?"

"Two hundred thousand."

You almost did a spit take. No one has ever offered to pay you that much before. Let alone just give it to you as a surprise. And you thought Luthor's hush money was a lot.

"T-two hundred?"

"Thousand," he corrected. He's either really desperate or really confident in your worth.

"I... uh..."

>A: Ask. ("I'm worth that to you? Why?")
>B: Humble. ("I ain’t worth that much.")
>C: Brag. ("Well. I suppose rumours of my talents get around.)
>D: Accuse. ("This is bait, isn’t it?")
> E: Sarcastic. ("Would you like me to do a handstand on your cock at the Lounge stage too?")
>F: Other.

>>3480720
>A: Ask. ("I'm worth that to you? Why?")
D will piss him off, and B also will because that implies he's wrong too. Best to come straight out with it.

>>3480720
Yes, lets go with A

Ded?

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>>3488146

>A: Ask. ("I'm worth that to you? Why?")

"Easily, my dear. If Luthor speaks so highly of you, then you are worth that much."

You weren’t sure whether to feel flattered or disgusted. For his sake, you made sure you acted like the former.

"I feel... honoured. I really do."

That may have been a lie. Or not. You didn’t know what to feel other than a high degree of nervousness.

"But enough of the chatter. You know what I am willing to pay, and you know what it is for. So, I trust you will make a decision, and please, don't waste my time."

>A: Refuse ("Sorry, Mr. Cobblepot, but I have a reason to decline.")
>B: Accept. "Of course I won’t.")
>C: Request ("Can I think about it")
>D: Suggest ("I could recommend another girl")
>E: Complain ("Don't you have better things to do than pay for what you can hardly get for free?")
>F: Other

>>3488237
B
200k is hard to refuse

>>3488237
>B: Accept. "Of course I won’t.")
We really should get some gullible superhero for backup

>B: Accept ("Of course I won't.")

"Excellent," he chirped.

"Expect a visits from a trusted employee in the morning."

You march up to the desk and slam the phone back on its holder. Laura watches you quizzically.

"What the fuck, Laura!?" you seethed as she she shrugs.

"The Penguin would be a very valuable addition to our list. His name alone would bring a lot of attention to this agency."

You scoff.

"Yeah, but is it the kind of attention we want?"

Laura leans back and rests her hands behind her head. Seemingly daydreaming or perhaps just to make it clear she has no interest in further discussing it with you.

"Two hundred grand. From The Penguin, no less. Do you really want to throw that back in his face? Plus, it's not my fault your secret ex-client was pissed enough to unleash Gotham's crime lord on you."

You grind your teeth. Not at Laura, but at the thought of Lex still having a hold like this on your life despite not seeing him since his attempt at bringing a revenge fantasy to life.

You relent and prepare to make your leave.

"Right. I accepted the offer anyway."

You make your way top open the door. Just as Laura calls out to you.

"Oh and don’t forget..."

You interrupt.

"I know. 20%."

CALL GIRL’S APARTMENT, METROPOLIS

Resting on the soft sofa in your apartment next to Leo would normally be a relaxing night for you. But the earlier phone call was too much of an influence on your anxious mind. You were both watching "Last Tango in Paris.", and, as always, Leo had much to say about it.

"Now, she is definitely not like you. Naive might as well be fire branded on her forehead."

You weren’t so sure you agreed. His implied assessment of you anyway. Then again, it would be naive to turn down the Penguin and expect no consequence.

“Uh… sure.”

>A: Advice (“There’s something I need to tell you. I’m hopin’ maybe you can tell me what to do.
>B: Admit. (“I’m goin’ away for a week. To Gotham.”)
>C: Comment (“What do you really think of her though? You like her, right?”
>D: Penguinize (“I’m going to fuck The Penguin. I think.”)
>E: Inquire (“Have you ever been to a place called the Iceberg Lounge?”)
>F: Other

>>3488361
>>A: Advice (“There’s something I need to tell you. I’m hopin’ maybe you can tell me what to do.
>>B: Admit. (“I’m goin’ away for a week. To Gotham.”)

"There’s something I need to tell you. I’m hopin’ maybe you can tell me what to do."

"Whatever it is, go ahead. Considering your job, I think I can take it."

“I’m goin’ away for a week. To Gotham.”

"Gotham?" he asked as he pressed the pause button on the remote control.

"Whatever it is that compelled you to go there, I really want to hear it. Wait, don;t tell me. Bruce Wayne hired you?"

>A: Lie. ("Yes.")
>B: Part truth. ("No.")
>C: Full truth. ("No, it's The Penguin.")
>D: Reject. ("Actually, I can;t talk about it now. Let's watch this movie.")
>E: Other.

>>3489046
>C: Full truth. ("No, it's The Penguin.")
>Going with him was the lesser of the two evils. I don't want to think of what he'll do if I refused him.

>>3489047
C

>C: Full truth. ("No, it's The Penguin.")

"Going with him was the lesser of the two evils. I don't want to think of what he'll do if I refused him."

"Well..." Leo exclaimed while placing a finger to his chin.

"You're not mad are you hon?" you ask as he thinks.

"No. I'm just thinking. At first I was going to laugh but that was Penguin five years ago. Penguin now has me a little concerned."

You felt a nagging hitch in your throat. You feel that, maybe, you said the wrong thing. That Leo will finally judge you for being what you are and move himself out of your life. Until you saw that he was going to speak, and confidently.

"Well I'm sure you can do your job well enough to make him satisfied. There's something I did read about there years ago when it comes to advice."

"Oh?" you inquire as your eyebrows perk up in questioning anticipation. You briefly begin to wonder what it is

"Well. I recall reading this in a newspaper. He had this star attraction at the lounge, a performing penguin named Marisa. It was something he bought from an animal rescue shelter. He had it trained by hiring two professionals. It was doing all sorts of tricks like hoop jumping, skydiving and fish catching. Never missed a single one."

"Sounds real cute," you say while hoping to see this penguin yourself. If Penguin turns out to be as nutty ads Luthor, then at least you might get to see one nice sight before he does whatever he usually does to prostitutes.

"Died around a year ago. Something about a brain tumour I think. Performed there for eight years."

"Aww," you exclaim. Partly for the deceased penguin, but also for yourself being deprived of viewing the star attraction.

>A: Brush off ("Sounds boring. Let's get back to watching Marlon.")
>B: Sympathize ("Poor thing.")
>C: Inquire ("Sounds real tragic, Leo. But what exactly are you tryin' to tell me?")
>D: Insult ("Well, fuck 'im. Losing his star pet 's the least he deserves.")
>E: Suggest. ("You mean I should talk about Marisa"?)
>F: Other.

>>3489274
>>C: Inquire ("Sounds real tragic, Leo. But what exactly are you tryin' to tell me?")

>>3489274
>E: Suggest. ("You mean I should talk about Marisa"?)

>C: Inquire ("Sounds real tragic, Leo. But what exactly are you tryin' to tell me?")

"Well, he may be a ruthless crime lord with a penchant for creative use of umbrella violence. Allegedly, of course..."

You eye roll at his last sentence.

"...but he has a soft spot. He's not a 100% sociopath to the core. Maybe you can use it?"

You thought about his words. Then nod your head in agreement. You weren't entirely sure of how to use it yet, but you're certain that meeting The Penguin may help in providing some sort of inspiration.

Once you were both done with the film watching. Leo looked to you with a serious expression. You look at him puzzlingly.

"Soemthin' wrong?" you ask.

"Can... you still contact Super-Man?"

Your heart sinks at the mention. If only the previous, and first time you encountered him had gone differently.

"He left when he was sure I was safe. Ain’t like he gave me a number."

"Well... shit," he murmured.

>A: Say nothing.
>B: Suggest ("I could try and scream again?")
>C: Request ("Could you come with me?")
>D: Jab ("He was too straight laced to be much fun anyway.")
>E: Other

>>3491085
>D: Jab ("He was too straight laced to be much fun anyway.")
Don't think Superman patrols Gotham for screams anyways

>>3491085
>Other
>Baby, I think Batman would the a better choice. Though it's not like I have 'his' number either...

>If only the previous, and first time you encountered him had gone differently.
What, it's not like he would have jumped into our arms when he has Lois. Unless the fake diamond was a cover to get the fangirls off his back...

>D: Jab ("He was too straight laced to be much fun anyway.")

"Not sure if that's more important than your life but it's your job," he said as he stood up. He moved to put on his coat as you walk over to join him to watch him leave.

"Don’t forget, he really misses that penguin. I'm sure he does anyway."

"Sure," you say as you briefly kiss him before letting him leave after putting on his coat. You were too pre-occupied with thinking of tomorrow to push it further with him for tonight.

You took a bath with the bubbles blowing gently after pushing a button to help you relax and put your thoughts into focus. You think deeply about the potential upcoming events over the coming week. "It's Gotham," you thought solemnly. "a lot of things could get me there." You sink beneath the water in a quiet frustration. Allowing yourself to suffocate a little before immediately rising up and breathing with a little optimism that if people can live in Gotham, then maybe you could handle a week.

Your morning went like usual excepting the dreaded feeling you felt and the dark evening dress you wore despite it not being fitting at all for the time of day. You just wore it expecting that your first meeting with Oswald would be expected to be treated with respect in his mind. So, you figured you would dress as respectfully as possible. To show him you’re taking this very seriously, and you are. Just not in the way he really likely thinks.

You spent your morning waiting for that knock, and when it finally came you brace yourself with a deep inhale and leaving your frown at the door as you walk towards it with clicking heels. You smile brightly and look through the peep-hole. You see a tall, burly man in a dark suit and white collared shirt with shades. Black hair slicked back. A stoic, cold expression.

>A: Don’t open.
>B: Ask who it is.
>C: You can't do this. Get out through the fire escape.
>D: Open the door.
>E: Make a knock-knock joke.
>F: Other.

>>3495861
>B: Ask who it is.

>>3495861
>B: Ask who it is.

>B: Ask who it is.

"Who is it?" you ask with a polite tone. The man coughs into his hand before adjusting his collar.

"I am here on behalf of Mr. Cobblepot. He is waiting for you outside in his limo."

"A limo?" you thought to yourself. You’ve been in a few before but never has one parked outside of your apartment block.

You open the door and beam at the man. He's a little taken aback by your fake enthusiasm as he showed with his raised brow and a quiet murmur. He escorts you down the staircase and through the front entrance. You pass by Mrs. Edgert who asked you where you were going.
You didn’t stop smiling as you pass by.

"Just leaving to pay the rent." you tell her as she shakes her head in disgust before returning her attention to sweeping the ground floor hall.

You enter and feel kissed by the warm rays from the sun, but that did little to help you settle the nerves you were trying so hard to hide. You saw the limo. Dark, grand, and attention catching as the glaring passer bys proved. You stepped inside after your escort moves past you to open the door for you.

You slowly, but not too slowly step inside. The interior of the back was as big as you expected it to be. Fine, soft leather and the ice bucket with the champagne bottle was no surprise too. But the sight of the very man who hired you himself was almost not enough to stifle your gasp. He really was quite round, had the noticeable nose that looked more like a beak and the signature monocle over one eye. He was by no means physically attractive, but already you could think of a few clients that made you quietly gag that this man had so far failed to do.

He wore a fancy black pinstripe suit with a buttoned long tailed coat of the same colour. His black and white dress shoes were shining so much you could see your own reflection in them. He also wore an old-fashioned top hat you’re certain no one else in this world still wears except him and The Mad Hatter. It was so tall, it barely touched the top of the Limo and you briefly wondered if it was bigger than him. He smiled and held out a black gloved hand. You shake it the way you knew enthusiastic hand shakes work. You made sure your smile outmatched his own. You wanted to make him believe you’re really happy to see him.
“I see you’re excited. Well, may as well help yourself to a glass my dear. Quite a drive from the airport and I have so much to discuss with you about the coming week.”

You figured that you could use a drink. It could help in relaxing you if your acting wasn’t good enough.

“I feel like we could very well make our way to a glorious friendship.”

Taking a break for now.

Watch out for "The Calll Girl's Adventures: Birds of a Feather."