Gotham: Panic Attack

Let's Not

'Well, friend, all I know is that you dismembered two of my clientele.' Smiled Oswald Cobblepot to the woman sat in the corner of Fish Mooney's club. This woman was casually concocting herself a vodka cocktail, and messing with a sprig of deadly nightshade.

This woman, of course, was Donna. Cobalt and her had welcomed themselves into Fish's club as soon as they'd heard that their friend V was at the GCPD. It was painfully obvious that Oswald had already started pulling just about every string that held this little place together.
Good news - Cobalt and Donna were attached to none of these strings.
'Well, enemy, all that we know is that you enabled a f***ing gas attack to happen in our home!' Backchatted Cobalt at Oswald with a weak sense of sarcasm that wasn't exactly boosted when he snatched Donna's cocktail and started sipping the alcoholic beverage.
'Gas attack? I did no such thing, Mr... Balt? Trust me--'
'Easy for you to say.' Donna cut off his monologue just as it was getting good.
'Seriously. I didn't do anything so extreme! If I'd have wanted you adorable kids dead, then I'd be covered in your blood right now!' Smiled Oswald in a sweet little way - completely disregarding what exactly he was saying.

'Anyhow; why were you supplying Tockman with a bodyguard? He almost killed our friend - and so Donna had to confiscate his arm.' Pouted Cobalt, hoping that his fumbling around in his satchel would go unnoticed.
'Tockman was an old friend of mine. I'm frankly rather annoyed that you had to mutilate him...' Replied the Penguin.
'Would you say that you were ticked off?' Laughed Cobalt to himself, realising halfway through his sentence that this joke was embarrassing.
Oswald gave him a stare that just screamed 'Im going to have you garrotted if you don't shut the hell up'.

Cobalt got the message, and two burly men shuffled towards Donna and him and escorted the pair out of the building.
Cobalt looked heartbroken, and Donna looked like she wanted to neck break.

Oswald sat down with a long exhalation of a relaxed breath after the kids had left. He took a sip of the cocktail that they had left on his mahogany table, and it turns out that it was actually surprisingly delectable. He made a gesture to one of his men, and they lead a man dressed head-to-toe in white, complete with a monocle, into the room and sat him down on a dark black leather chair.

'Craddock!' Grinned Oswald boyishly. The man tipped a white fedora hat at this remark, and muttered the name 'Cobblepot' under his breath as if it were a curse word.
'I'm sorry, my brother, but there is someone else rising in this town that isn't a fan of you - dare I use such stooped linguisms.' Craddock whispered, clearly already asking for forgiveness for the action that he was about to commit.

Oswald stopped in his tracks when he realised that a white vapour was slowly oozing into the room, and screamed in horror when Craddock's mouth unhinged like a snake.