Meeting in the Dark [Selina]

[Savant]

The Penguin's Iceberg Lounge was ridiculously over extravagant - was that a actual giant iceberg in the center of the club? Savant walked through club/casino, sans costume, scratching the back of his head as he whistled at the structure of the place's interior. Penguin was a big player in Gotham, not necessarily a huge threat like Bane, Killer Croc, or Joker, or even Mr. Freeze but Cobblepot was probably more powerful and smarter (from a business standpoint) than all of them. This club was only a small example of Penguin's clutch on Gotham city's lifeline.

Begrudgingly Savant had to admit a level of respect for a man who operated this flashy ne're-do-well watering hole right under the Bat's nose. Savant, or more probably at that given moment Brian, found himself laughing as a man in a suit approached him with a tray of champagne. "Thanks, Jeeves." Brian nodded to the server and then fanned him off when the man took too long to leave him.

By now Brian had decidedly taken in enough of the interior decorating, now it was time to check out a slightly different bit of scenery. He stopped momentarily to check himself briefly in the giant iceberg, nodded at his reflection and kept going. Brian took a slow sip of his champagne, smirking as his glass lowered and a female body came into his line of sight. "Excuse me, miss." His voice came out in a low tone as he slithered up behind the dark haired woman.

[Catwoman]

While she might pretend otherwise at times for whatever reason, Selina Kyle was rarely bored.

Boredom after all was a failing of those who lacked imagination, which wasn’t something she had ever lacked and it was not something that she was willing to start lacking now. Sometimes, certainly, she might pretend to be bored – it could be used to attract others, to make a point or fit in with others around her or just because she wanted to be controversial again. Things might bore her but she was never bored, not in Gotham. There was simply too much happening, too many things to do, for her to be bored. No, boredom was not a condition from which she suffered.

She was perfectly willing to admit to restlessness though, particularly on those nights when the East End of the city was quiet (or as quiet as it ever was at least) and she did not have any intriguing heists lined up to take her mind off of the peace and tranquillity. That was what the people of the East End deserved, it was what she wanted for them, but Selina would never be happy in a tranquil world anyway. She craved excitement, admittedly not quite as highly as she prized her freedom but close enough. And even if she was rich enough to buy a small country, she would still be willing to steal – there was no way that she would pass up that adrenaline rush or the chance to show up the greedy rich of Gotham.

Tonight, however, had saw her pay a visit to the Iceberg Lounge, territory of Oswald Cobblepot himself. Though he no doubt still loathed her habit of calling him Ozzie, the club was a legitimate business and an excellent sign of why the Penguin was one of the more dangerous criminals in the city. Not for him the theatrics of the Joker or the mania of Two-Face. No, Ozzie only cared about money and power and he was smart enough to see that the best way of acquiring both involved avoiding the Bats of the city as much as possible. That was the reason for his chosen facade as a legitimate businessman, an act that certainly did not fool Selina as she strolled into the club and glanced around at the premises.

It hadn’t changed much. Still as over the top as ever, but then Oswald had never been one to understate his wealth. It certainly was not entirely her scene, but it was still a good place to go and listen to the rumour mill at work – always an amusing way to pass the time – as well as to potentially spot a mark or two.

She’d dressed for the occasion too, wearing black as so often she did. This time, it was a dress –form-fitting from the tight collar at her neck to where it ended about a third of the way down her toned thighs. It left her shapely arms and a little of her shoulders bare, just enough to draw the eye, while a cut-out showed a patch of her lower back. Selina had added a wide belt around her hips and gloves, while the heels she wore made her legs look even longer than usual. With her hair artfully mussed and light makeup applied, she was sure that she was the most beautiful woman in the club that night.

Selina had just selected a glass of champagne from a tray, helpfully proffered by one of Ozzie’s minions, when a voice spoke up behind her. It was not anyone she knew, not immediately at least, but there was a definitely European flavour to the accent. One hand holding her glass, the other placed on her hip, the dark haired woman half-turned to look sideways at the man who’d spoken, her body side-on to him as if reluctant to engage fully in conversation just yet but one eyebrow arched in polite interest.

No, she didn’t know him. But she knew the type. Tall, blond. Muscular under the jacket. And he was in the game, not just some rich Gothamite here to gamble and lose.

”Good evening,” She offered in return with a slight smile. ”Were you looking for me, mister…?”

Selina's Dress

TAG: Savant

[Savant]

Truthfully speaking this was not Savant's usual shtick, nor was it Brian's for that matter. While he did boast and brag a lot and had his fair share of brokenhearts trailing behind him Savant wasn't the usual client at places such as Gotham City's Iceberg Lounge. He was more the dive bar type. Places where he could really get in the dirt and rub elbows with people who were as cutthroat as he was, the most these guys in Penguin's place could list off of a rap sheet was fraud, of course that wasn't to say that a few known killers didn't frequent the place; Gotham was lousy with mobsters and Brian had noticed a few wise guy faces the moment he'd stepped into the joint. Still this was nearly a squeaky clean atmosphere, which was understandable from Penguin's business viewpoint. No one wants to allow too many hardened criminals right into their home, it was just begging for dark, pointy-eared trouble.

Savant had to hand it to Penguin though, the elegance of the place certainly worked to attract the much fairer sex. He was like a dog salivating over a boneyard, inwardly of course. On the outside Brian upheld his cool, calm, and collected demeanor with only fleeting glances and partial flirtatious lingering eye connection. He seduced women with a look alone, at least most of them, until he found something that truly interested him enough to approach and strike up a conversation with. Though if any had reached him first he would have gladly entertained the right woman. As luck would have it though it was Brian after all who took first notice, and he acted quickly to approach the woman.

Gotham types weren't all that easy to label and categorized, though some would tell you otherwise. Often the kinds of people in places like this were the self entitled, greedy, attention starved brats of a wealthier head of house hold. Some were looking to latch onto the nearest millionaire or billionaire's arm - and other parts. Some were even decoys, pretty women laid out onto the lounge's floor to attract marks. A smirk was on Savant's face as he ran through possibilities behind the woman in black's purpose for being there. Before the curvy figure of the woman even turned to properly face him Savant knew she was beautiful. Her body was not simple genetics or parts purchased, she had toning that was obvious from dedicated workout and pushing herself to be at her best. Her dress was astounding and hugged her body at all the right curves, its length short enough to intrigue without displaying all and its design was certainly sexy but not at all exposing any key parts that an interested man would seek to view.

This woman was smart, her sense of taste and style one that was deliberate and with purpose. Not the purpose to show off her money; there was nothing too overly expensive and an obvious absence of jewlery. Attention was what she was after but she was not desperate for it, much skin was still left to the imagination. This was a woman who clearly knew what she was doing and if she was so confidence in her ability to pull it all off, then she was certainly a naturally beautiful woman.

"Good evening."

Savant's smile slightly broadened. He enjoyed being right. She asked if he had been looking for her and Savant could not but help to laugh in a short chuckle. "Brian Durlan." He switched his wine glass to his left hand and offered the woman his right. "And I suppose in a way I was. I'm actually new in town and was told this was a wonderful club to check out. Unfortunately I did not anticipate how foolish I would look so completely and utterly alone." His voice was still low and calm, his accent clear in each syllable. "I'm interested in a bit of company, if you would oblige."