You're Not All Bad (Henchmen Male Reader X DC Harem)

Chapter 3- Pig To Pork

Iceberg Lounge
Y/N's POV

"Scuttles! Stop eating all the damn pretzels! Y/N! Stop feeding him all the damn pretzels!"

"But their his favorite" I replied, looking over to my penguin who was hugging a bag of giant pretzels to his belly, smiling as much as he physically could. Allen, one of the bartenders, was standing on the other side of the counter and let out a deep sigh before rubbing his forehead. "Yes, I know. But that last thing we need to do is slightly inconvenience some super powered son-of-a-bitch and have him rip our heads off"

"Yeah I can't really argue with that" I said, a nerve racking feeling starting to seep into me as I pushed a bowl of yet more pretzels away form my penguin and leaned back against the bar, crossing my arms as I looked out across the dance floor and the surrounding tables, where many of Gotham City's most dangerous and nefarious criminals all sitting around and drinking, and bickering amongst themselves.

"I don't like this. Any of this" Allen said, gesturing to the scene playing out in front of us with outstretched arms, before crossing them and looking over at me. "I mean why the hell did the boss bring all of them here? What's he planning? What are they planning?"

"I don't know and I doubt we ever will, seeing how the boss barely tells us anything anymore" I said, watching as some of the goons and mercenaries who came with their bosses stumbled around the place, a few of them already wasted and it wasn't even seven o'clock! This is going to be a long night I can already tell.

"You want a drink?" Allen asked, taking out a shot glass and a bottle of scotch for himself as I looked over at him, seeing Scuttles enjoying his pretzels out of the corner of my eye. I reached a hand to my side, tapping my mask as it hung from my belt and shook my head before turning to face the bar and leaned down with my elbows on the counter. "Maybe later, not really in the mood right now"

"Suit yourself" With that he threw the shot back, shaking his head and smacking his lips as he swallowed. "And..........kid" He continued, setting his glass down. "You need to get out of this city. Gotham isn't the place where you want to spend your like. Especially working for someone like Penguin"

"Yeah, I know that Allen, but if I just try to up and leave then I'll find myself at the bottom of the harbor with concrete shoes like Stephan" Unclipping my mask from my hip I set it down on. "And I can't just go and join another gang, We've tangled with all of the big shots in the city sow they just kill me on sight. Black mask has personality tried to put a bullet through my brain, last time we had a scuffle with Bane's men one of them broke my collar bone" With that I brought my mask to my face and put it on, feeling the seal form against my skin as I tightened the straps, the sound of my own breathing exaggerated once again.

Allen knows how dangerous it was in this line of work, and so did I, but it was the only line of work I'd ever know. That's what happens when both of your parents are petty criminals living in the slums of the worst city on the planet. One of these days I'm getting out of Gotham, even if it's the last thing I do. "So hypothetically, lets say that you-

"Hold on" Allen raised a hand and cut me off, a worried looking in his eye as he spoke. "What can I do for you ladies?" He asked as I turned around, only to see Catwoman and Poison Ivy making their way towards us. The former had her orange goggles up on her forehead, wearing her usual black suit the hugged her body while Ivy...........was wearing a bunch of green leaves? Wait where did the leave end Ivy begin?