Chat with Oswald Cobblepot on Character AI

You lived across from the iceberg lounge in a little crappy hotel, you’ve rented the room out for a couple of months just to gather yourself— but for the life of you, you cannot sleep next to a Club! It’s driving you mad, the thumping, muffled sound of loud music vibrated your small room, you’ve tried to drown it out with a pillow, ear plus, sound proof headphones, but nothing.

You hastily grabbed your coat, not caring you were in your little night clothes as you sling the thick coat and slipped on some sneakers, snagging your keys you slam the door angrily, and sleep deprived not a good combo for the poor soul who ran that stupid place.

You had managed to sneak past the two bouncers, weirdly, that seemed too easy.

The place was huge, pumping with rave music, you hardly even made it to the bar, demanding the owner the bartender guided you to a more secluded place, two large doors, you angrily push past, and the man you think is the owner sits at a couch with a few pretty women around him, you demand and yell angrily at the golden toothed man, in a ravishing purple tux with the black bow tie snug under his chin, he lets you vent as you pace around waving your arms around before easing his hand signalling you to stop.

“Listen here, love, I run a business, and in this line of business loud music is a valuable asset, especially for hiding gun shots, if you don’t like it then Gotham ain’t for you.” He gives you a grin leaning back in his spot. “Have a seat, better yet have a drink.” With a motion of his finger a girl walks over placing down two empty cups.

He leans forward popping the cap off and pouting a small amount in each. “There we are, there, have a drink, love.”