Take It Off

Chapter 1: There's A Place Downtown

The Iceberg Lounge was, for all intents and purposes, an honest establishment. It catered to the rich and famous, offering delightfully (yet tastefully) bizarre entertainment from around the world.

All without including some of the more... Disturbing interests typical of such clientele. Oswald Cobblepot was many things, and rumored to be many more, but he had his limits.

For all its posh exuberance, the Lounge was located in a rougher part of Gotham. Not the roughest part, but a place that would be considered the bad side of town in most towns. Gotham, for better and worse, was hardly like most towns.

Among the decaying brown and grey buildings, the Lounge shines in blues and whites and silvers, like a literal iceberg dropped in the center of the filth, but with bright lights reflecting inside it to make it seem almost magical.

Inside you'll find tuxedoed waiters and waitresses rollerskating across the shiny floor, like iceskaters performing just for the patrons. In the center of its grand space is a moat with a mini island, kept nice and cold for the penguins who live there.

While watching the penguins and the waiters dance under the shining lights, feeling almost as if you're actually at the South Pole, you can eat and drink a variety of the best food and beverages the world over. There's so many options, you won't even notice that it's mostly seafood.

In fact, there's a lot of things you probably won't notice, if you know what's good for you. Pretend that all high-class places have bouncers covered in scales, with teeth like a crocodile's. Pretend that the man eating at the next table over wasn't on the news last night.

Pretend you can't see the red lights in a few of the penguins eyes. Pretend you don't know you're being watched. Pretend you have no idea why the owner and a woman who you'll pretend isn't the Cat just went to the back room with large duffel bags.

Pretend everything is as it should be, and you'll have a delightful evening, with prices that aren't too high but certainly aren't cheap. Mr Cobblepot is, at his core, a business man, after all.