Gotham: Panic Attack

Penguin's Ghosts

'Tockman. Nice to see you again old friend.' Smiles a short-ish man with an abnormally pointed nose. Oswald Copplepot looks at the rugged man with watches all up his arm.
The two are sat at a nice, mahogany table in Fish Mooney's club. God knows where she is right now... probably sleeping with some Russian guy - or dealing with an assassin girl.

'How is the revenge operation going?' Smiles Penguin like an innocent little boy. 'Do you want me to provide you with something? I can do money. Or I can just do cannoli!' Laughs Oswald - Tockman doesn't, of course, laugh at this - and leaves Oswald laughing at his own joke.
Penguin briefly gives Tockman a little 'sad face' before placing a quaint little box filled with artisan Belgian chocolates on the table. With a gesture of gratitude, Penguin asks Tockman to help himself.
Tockman remains steely-faced throughout this entire interaction, and then snatches a petite praline seashell.
'No. No cannoli. I've come to talk to you about... The Ghost.' Announces Tockman, leaning backwards on his wooden chair against the fish symbol on the wall of the club.

Penguin's adorable eyes briefly widen for just a second - and then he too snatches a praline. 'The Ghost? He's not real. He's a bedtime story for street thugs.' Smiles Oswald thinly; obviously disagreeing with his own statement. Tockman, in turn, notices this contradiction and slams down his hand onto the table.
'I need to know if you're behind the attacks!' William starts to yell, but he calms his voice after a defensive glance from Butch Gilzean.

'I can guarantee you, friend, I am not.' Answers Penguin calmly; now sipping Chardonnay. 'I don't know who is, but I have someone on the case.'
At this, a man with slightly darkened skin, and a telltale pink streak in his hair, walked out of the shadows behind Oswald.
'Tockman, meet Eduardo Flamingo. He may not be pleasant-' Started Oswald, and Eduardo started to chew through a piece of shredded meat that Penguin really hoped was beef. 'But he's your best option. You wanted protection from the Ghost and the cops; you more than got it, my acquaintance.' Grinned Penguin: casually fiddling with another praline chocolate on the table.

At this, Tockman bade Oswald a thankful farewell, and left the building - followed by Penguin. On his way out, he silently stole a small; ticking clock from Oswald's shelf.

As soon as Tockman entered the street - I was practically bearing over him.
'Hello Tockman.' I smiled beneath my white mask. 'Fancy meeting you here!' Continues me; now beginning to laugh triumphantly. I'd just got myself a criminal - totally bagged and caught in the act.

'Crap.' Hissed Tockman, and pointed a clock-hand that he was holding at me. Eduardo looked at it for one moment, and then ran straight at me.
'What the-' I just had time to say before the cannibalistic Flamingo nearly reached me. I skipped up a building and waited for the psychotic man to attempt to clamber his way up.

Except he didn't need to. I gasped in horror as an awful bullet cruised through my shoulder: physically knocking the breath out of me.

Holy crap. How had I become this bad? Warm blood trickled down my white costume, and I began to fall backwards...