Temple Fugate

"I've often wondered if Gotham's politicians should be done away with. Perhaps, it's time for new blood to rest its ass in that mayoral chair." #GothamsGentleman

+ "You look at me and see a criminal. I look at you and see something far worse: a man who thinks he's doing good but has no idea how much pain he leaves in his wake. So save your accusations and grandstanding for someone else, because at the end of the day, who's really trying to save Gotham City?"

"Seize the day, my friends. Don't let this moment pass you by." #CarpeDiem

"I see there have been a few changes to the #IcebergLounge's staffing since I was last here. Where is my old associate Gray the Goon?"

@IcebergOfGotham @IcebergLadies Fugate clinked glasses, the toast symbolizing an alliance between two men whose history went back quite a ways. Gotham's underbelly would churn on, but for now, the Iceberg Lounge's empire ticked forward, second by precise second.

@IcebergClock @IcebergLadies Cobblepot chuckled as he raised his glass. "To timetables and triumphs. You've outdone yourself, Fugate. But this Zurich business... we'll need to send them a message. On schedule, of course."

#OneGotham [Timed Arrival Pt. 3] (@IcebergClock @IcebergOfGotham) 6-inch thick garage doors seal behind them as the matte-black SUV pulls in. The engine rumbles softly, its sound reverberating off the walls of the subterranean structure. As the engine dies and they step out, +

@IcebergOfGotham @IcebergLadies "All alliances are ironclad, with contingencies for betrayals like tonight's. The Syndicate's move suggests they're rattled; we've poached two of their key contacts, and they're also not happy for an accounting error I found that lost them millions."

@IcebergOfGotham @IcebergLadies "Revenue projection is $2.8 million in the first year, scaling to $7 million with marketing. I also secured a vineyard in Bordeaux for custom blends—your personal reserve, sir, arriving in 6 weeks and 3 days." Fugate paused, consulting his watch.

@IcebergLadies @IcebergOfGotham "In Berlin, I met with Heinrich Voss of Voss Armaments. He's agreed to exclusive supply lines for our discreet operations. High-end suppressors, untraceable munitions—delivery routes via Rotterdam, timed to avoid Interpol sweeps. Estimated value is $4.2 million quarterly."

@IcebergLadies @IcebergOfGotham "My mission to secure a European foothold for the Iceberg Lounge's expansion results as follows." He slid a dossier across the desk—maps, contracts, encrypted communiques. "Arms dealers first," Fugate continued.

@IcebergLadies Fugate inclined his head, straightening himself and his tie, briefcase held firmly. "Efficient as always, Ms. Sabatino. Lead on."

@IcebergClock There were a few dents from bullets, and she would need a paint job. But they’d have her at one-hundred percent in a few hours. "He's been briefed on the airport mess and the chase. But I’m sure he’s looking forward to hearing more about this Zurich crew that wants you dead."

@IcebergLadies + During some of the past 9 minutes, Fugate sat comfortably in back of the vehicle while Jay explained the developments of his pickup to Lark. The rest of their time in the SUV was spent catching him up on events in the city and the Iceberg Lounge.

@IcebergLadies Temple straightened his coat, his pocket watch confirming they were only 2 minutes and 18 seconds behind his projected arrival time. Acceptable, given the unforeseen Zurich interruption. "It's good to be back, Lark. Time has treated you well." +

@IcebergLadies Fugate closed his pocketwatch. "Arrival at the Iceberg Lounge in exactly 9 minutes and 42 seconds,” he said, slipping the watch in his breast pocket. “Oswald will be pleased. Our European assets remain secure."

@IcebergClock [J] "Smooth as silk," she said, glancing in the rearview. Raven secured her vest with a satisfied snap. A few members of her arsenal were gone, but she’d restock when they return to the lounge.

#OneGotham [Timed Arrival Pt. 2] (@IcebergClock) Jay floored the accelerator, weaving the matte-black SUV through the labyrinth of airport access roads toward the Gotham Expressway. In the rearview mirror, the pursuit crystallized: two sleek motorcycles with +

@IcebergLadies The remaining motorcycle zipped ahead, trying to cut them off. Fugate calculated aloud. "He'll brake-check in 12 seconds at the merge. Raven, aim for the exhaust—7 seconds from now."

@IcebergClock The sedan fishtailed, but its passengers fired back—bullets pinging off the armored glass. "Persistent fuckers," Jay growled, accelerating onto the expressway.

@IcebergLadies Fugate leaned forward, eyes on his watch. "The sedan will accelerate in 8 seconds to ram us, Jay. Maneuver in 5... 4... 3..."

@IcebergClock "That's one down," Raven called out, already palming a pair of razor-edged stars.

@IcebergLadies Fugate adjusted his cufflinks in the backseat, his pocket watch open like a talisman. "Precisely 2 minutes and 14 seconds until we hit the bridge. They'll try to box us in there. Predictable."

+ riders clad in black leather, and a gray sedan bristling with armed passengers. [J] "Incoming. We've got company on our six."

@IcebergLadies Fugate slipped into the backseat, unflustered. “Ladies, impeccable timing. Drive. Time is of the essence.”

@IcebergClock The rear door flung open like a shield, and Raven leaned out, twin daggers flashing, while Jay revved the engine. Bullets pinged off the armored frame as Raven countered, disarming the assassin in a blur of projectiles.

#OneGotham [Timed Arrival: Fugate's Frozen Welcome] (@IcebergClock) Shadow Sentinel rolled up outside Gotham's Archie Goodwin International Airport. Its reinforced tires came to a stop in the arrivals area, engine purring like a predator in the misty Gotham night.

@IcebergLadies Before Fugate could reach the door, the stranger lunged, a silenced pistol glinting in his hand. “Time’s up, Clock King. The Zurich Syndicate sends its regards.” Fugate dodged with uncanny timing, his watch beeping a split-second warning he had programmed himself.

@IcebergClock + tattoo on his inner wrist. [R] “Rival crew? Black Mask’s goons sniffing around our expansion? Or maybe it’s a European friend of Fugate?”