pinguiino started following you
“Cobblepot!” Raspy tones called with glee. “You’re a surprisingly difficult man to track down.” Kicking his feet up on a table, J leaned back--dangerously so--in his chair. “Word on the street is you have a new plan to put down the Batman.” J leaned forward, feet quickly replaced on the floor, elbow resting on the table instead. “I want in,” lower register of his voice sounded deep in his chest. A quick grin and a jerk of his head later, and his voice returned to its usual gleeful tone, “after all, every plan needs a little flourish! And no one provides flair like ole J!”
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