Raven, Lark & Jay

"We're ready when you are, sir. Always ready."

@MistressOfSeas @IcebergOfGotham After the hug, Lark sits on the stool behind her and picks up her glass from the bar. "How long will you be in town?"

@IcebergLadies @IcebergOfGotham “The Aquatic Mistress and crew are well enough. Surviving the high seas and parties of Europe.” Eve chuckles hugging gently and release her arms to sip her cocktail slowly

— almost the weekend mood About time Eve visit the #IcebergLounge after months of being in Europe @IcebergLadies & @IcebergOfGotham Rum cocktail to start the evening

@MistressOfSeas @IcebergOfGotham Lark was a little surprised by the gesture, but quickly relaxes into Eve's warm embrace. "So, how's that ship and crew of yours?"

@IcebergLadies @IcebergOfGotham “Yes I decided to swing by and see my favorite establishment of Gotham. Even better to see you too!” Eve nods smiling and turns her body around on the bar stool to hug Lark gently

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@MistressOfSeas @IcebergOfGotham Too long. The bartender sets the glass down in front of her, and Lark picks it up, giving the platinum-blonde bartender an appreciative nod. "Did you just get back?"

@IcebergLadies @IcebergOfGotham “Hm? Oh hello there, Lark! Long time no see…” Eve raises her brows turning her head curiously and smiles seeing a friend after a long time

@MistressOfSeas @IcebergOfGotham Lark leans up against the bar and tosses a nod to the bartender. While the bartender makes her usual club soda, she looks to Eve and taps her on the shoulder.

@IcebergLadies @IcebergOfGotham Eve sat at the bar elegantly in her silvery gown, a rum glass set in melting ice in her hand She hums softly, listening to the familiar and comfortable atmosphere of the lounge

— almost the weekend mood Dornish red wine tonight~!

"You're not seriously blaming 𝙢𝙚 for the state of a city that you've been 'protecting' for twenty-plus years—with nothing to show for it except the 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 state of the city—are you? I've only been in office for four months, and in that short time, orphans and children have been my utmost concern, from education to healthcare." +

"Let me deal with Gotham City. ..Stay out of my way, Batman." #𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛𝙲𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚝 #𝙾𝚗𝚎𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖

"I remember one time my sister asked me to join her for a birth. It was an important one, she said. It was under his reign that the long war would end. He had a rough go of it, though. In 1420, his father disinherited him, and his succession wasn't set in stone."

@IcebergOfGotham @IcebergClock Lark complied, filling two glasses from the decanter before she withdrew, closing the doors with a soft click.

The briefing had come via Lark, shortly after the pursuit; he knew of the assassin's "regards," the tattoos, the evasion. His expression was a mix of irritation and amusement. "Ah, Fugate, old friend. Punctual as ever, despite the theatrics," Cobblepot began, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. "Sit. Lark, pour the man a drink and give us the room, if you don’t mind."

#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, +

@IcebergClock The elevator ascended smoothly, depositing them in the opulent corridors of the Iceberg Lounge. The faint hum of jazz filtered from the main floor as they walked the corridor. Lark escorted Fugate to the heavy doors of Cobblepot's office, knocking once before pushing them open.

@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."

@IcebergClock "Mr. Cobblepot's waiting in his office," Lark said, her voice crisp as she gestured toward the elevator leading up to the Iceberg Lounge's inner sanctum. As she spoke with Fugate, Jay and Raven attended to the cosmetic damage done to Shadow Sentinel.

@IcebergClock Nine minutes and forty-two seconds later, they pulled into the hidden garage beneath the Iceberg Lounge unscathed, the neon sign flickering its welcome in the Gotham gloom. Lark awaited them inside. —

@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."

#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 +

@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.

@IcebergClock In the chaos, Raven spotted another wrist tattoo on the fallen rider—her third confirmation. The crippled sedan fell back, its occupants abandoning the chase on foot into the shadows. Jay eased off the gas, the armored SUV intact save for a few superficial dents and scrapes.