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Post by Oracle on Aug 11, 2008 3:35:54 GMT -8
Biting her tongue the moment she saw Two-Face's coin slip into the air, the light caught the silver from the coin's 'good' side and flashed it into her eyes. For that moment, she felt her heart sink.
That coin was his conscious and whatever it choose was judge, jury and executioner.
Two-Face's bullet failed to collide with her body so she presumed that the flip held in her favor.
What a relief.
As he made his way past her, she sat in her wheelchair, frozen. She had to admit, that was the first time that she had ever been in a situation that could be even classified as 'life-threatening' while working for Cobblepot.
She knew it was bound to happen though. She would just have to take it in stride.
Exhaling finally, she munched on the few peanuts left in the bag before placing the wrapper in the trash receptacle and taking hold of her phone and Dialing Cobblepot's number again.
As she waited for it to pick up she had to wonder if she was going to get the answering machine.
Her stomach growled at her.
I wish the club were open already. I'm starving...
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Post by O. Cobblepot on Aug 11, 2008 13:15:11 GMT -8
Oswald Cobblebot sat in his favorite chair with his feet up in front of the fireplace in his study. He was sipping scotch and smoking a cigarette, not thinking about anything in particular. He was simply glad to have some time to himself; glad to have a moment's peace after his long day at the Iceberg Lounge.
He had begun to doze off when the phone rang. His body jerked from the unexpected interruption and after debating a moment whether or not to even get up he set down his drink on the table next to him, clenched the cigarette holder between his teeth, and crossed the room to answer the phone. He looked at the caller ID before answering.
"Yes, Barbara, what is it?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 11, 2008 18:12:22 GMT -8
As Barbara heard the click, she pulled her glasses from her face and sat them down on the table. She still couldn't get over the fact that she just esacaped death with the deciding factor being a coin.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Cobblepot... but upon returning to your office to return a few files for you I ran into.... someone of interest. Two-Face to be more specific." she made sure to keep her voice down.
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Post by O. Cobblepot on Aug 11, 2008 21:22:12 GMT -8
Cobblepot put his cigarette out in the ashtray that was beside the phone. His voice took on a very serious tone. What in Heaven's name was Two-Face doing in his private office?
"Two-Face was in my office? Is anything missing? Have you called the police?"
As an afterthought he added:
"Are you alright, Ms. Gordon?"
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Post by Oracle on Aug 12, 2008 6:10:03 GMT -8
Barbara scanned th room. "Maybe a few ounces of your whiskey, but nothing seems to be out of place. I'll make another sweep just to be certain."
She made her way behind his desk and made sure certain ledgers and books were still in their place. "He seemed to be in one of his moods... decided to play coin games. Apparently the toss was won for me to actually deliver the message to you. I'm fine. Lucky coin flip."
She pulled off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had to admit, hat even with working with Cobblepot, no matter the situation at hand, he was always one to check up on her well being.
"I thought I would call you first and see what you wanted me to do of the situation. I can call the police if you'd like, but I'm not sure it'll do much good. He's long gone by now."
She paused. "But he told me to tell you he's coming after you..."
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Post by O. Cobblepot on Aug 13, 2008 17:25:51 GMT -8
There was silence over the line a moment as Cobblepot collected his thoughts. He could venture a guess as to why Two-Face would be after him, but there was no way for him to know for sure. Not without actually meeting with him face to face... to face.
"Well, I am glad you're all right. I can't imagine that was an easy thing to go through. Just the sight of him alone is something to rattle someone. If you feel you need to take a bit of time off, I most certainly understand."
After another brief pause, he continued.
"As far as the police go, best not to involve them quite yet, I don't think. With the lounge just being rebuilt and all, the last thing we need is to alarm people about criminals coming and going."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 14, 2008 4:09:57 GMT -8
Barbara rubbed her eye just slightly. "Me take time off after something like this? You've got to be kidding me. I'll be fine."
She really had to wonder what this was all about. I mean it wasn't everyday that one of Gotham's notorious just showed up out of the blue to talk with Cobblepot. At least.... it's been far too long since she's seen that type of activity.
"Understandable, sir. Just in case something may result, would you like me to call your security team and have them spread out around your location?"
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Post by O. Cobblepot on Aug 16, 2008 21:37:54 GMT -8
Cobblepot thought over the idea of having the security team called. On one hand he didn't really think Two-Face was looking to harm him. He more than likely wanted something. And then there was always the fact that having security around invaded his privacy more than he would like. However, if he didn't have additional security Barbara may think he had business with Two-Face and he wanted their meeting to go on uninterrupted.
"Yes, please do, m'dear. Nothing too dramatic. Just enough to keep an eye on things."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 16, 2008 22:29:05 GMT -8
"I'll make sure it's a bit minimal then and nothing too extreme." she said into the phone.
She still had to wonder though what would Two-Face honestly want with Penguin? Did Cobblepot finally slip up? Or was this just something that seemed like it was something bad, but in reality it probably wasn't?
She rubbed the back of her neck, making a note to dig a little bit deeper once she got back to her loft. Something didn't seem right and she wanted to be on top of the information.
"I'll leave you be for now, sir." she said softly. "I'll be on call should you need anything further."
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