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Ra's al-Ghul	Gotham City has passed its first test of muster, brought about by the sharp prod of the scalpel that the Demon introduced with the terror attack on the Joker's rule of the police. It rallied, but not in the way Ra's expected. Quite fascinatingly, the organism was saved by Lex Luthor, who, by all regards, may just be a parasitic predator, by the record he has with Superman. But Superman is an unknown quantity. Ra's al-Ghul does not know much about the Man of Steel, beyond his reputation and the incidences of Superman's ability to shut down even the worst fiends. Perhaps Lex Luthor, with his bravado to challenge Superman - despite LexCorp's questionable business dealings, which come with Luthor's power - would be a worthy ally, should the Justice League get involved with Ra's al-Ghul's grand experiment, here in Gotham. At the Iceberg Lounge, a few corporate executives are having dinner with some socialites in Gotham, of the dilettante nature that befits a corrupt city. This is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot's establishment, and men of power brush shoulders with criminals here, a microcosm of Gotham that both defines it and preys upon it, as far as the Demon's Head is concerned. At a nearby table, eating a rare filet mignon with a glass of Cabernet and a side of immaculately prepared Irish mashed potato, is Michael 'Alpha' Sommers, dressed in his white suit with his long black hair perfectly styled and just a bit of hair allowed to grow atop his angular chin. His sunglasses are on, hiding the psychotic glare of his eyes, his intensity an obstacle among polite society. He watches the executives and socialites quietly, merely on a scouting mission. Ra's wishes the Penguin studied.
Star Shimmer	Its Saturday night and for once, Autumn has a date! The guy who wanted to take her out, she met while she was helping out at the old folks home. He seems nice enough. She has no idea about him but, he asked her out and he seemed nice. No harm in going out on a date with a guy. So, she got herself dressed up rather nice. Her lavander dress is looks lovely against her skin tone. A clutch purse and her makeup is done up nice. All in all, she is definitely ready for this.The only weapon on her person is the one that looks least like one. Her ring. She doesn't bother taking it off. After all, ya never know when someone is going to use you as a target. Date picks her up and they make their way to... Nothing short of the Iceburg Lounge. They move to a table where she orders a soda. He orders a whiskey. He's only a few years older then her. "So why did you want to take me out?" Autumn asks the guy. "Well, I seen you at the old folks home a few times. You always seem really kind and, I thought maybe it would be nice to get to know you." She smiles over that.
Ra's al-Ghul	Alpha slowly cuts his steak with his blade, his thumb caressing the side of the wooden grip with his forefinger along the back edge for pressure. He's ambidextrous, and the steak is the most tender possible, so there are no issues with hand dominance of cutting such a fine cut of steer, but he nonetheless cuts with his right hand while the fork in the left pins the prospective piece of meat to the fine dinnerware. Most people consider such things formalities, but Alpha is a former assassin for British intelligence, so he knows the secret. Formalities of all sorts are taught to children to carry on as adults to mark criminals when the sign of the lawman comes, their habit broken by ignoring their parents. Alpha lost his father to a fistfight with a drunken sailor when he was young, marking him for service to Queen and Country, and since then, he was groomed by the British system to be a toy soldier. The only thing that got him out was breaking discipline by giving a glance at the chin of a bartender merchant marine in Singapore, that happened to be a gangster scout for such agents. It took him quite some time to retrain his instincts after Ra's al-Ghul rescued him from a demise at the bottom of a pit of serpents, but he was grateful for the experience. Now he knows a secret. As a Mafiaso walks by, Alpha switches hands to lift the fork with his right hand, the mobster giving him a hard eye. He watches the gangster quietly, chewing, with a small smile of challenge, before he places his fork down. There's a quiet over the nearby area at the violation of social code from a clear criminal of high merit, and then a challenge to someone expecting a look of submission. Alpha's chew moves up and down, instead of left right, as the gangster watches Alpha's jaw to evaluate whether it's lantern or glass, Alpha's hidden eyes on the gangsters. No errors this time. The corporate executives hear the quiet, looking over to Alpha's table quizzically, while the social debutantes hush silent, not understanding the confusion but knowing not to study it, like the instincts of their table mates are driving the corporate fixers to do.
Star Shimmer	Autumn smiles, "Well, I enjoy helping people. I love people and its part of who I am." She laughs a little. Her gaze shifts around taking in the sights of this place. Thats about the point where she begins noticing that something is a little off about this place. "Ummm I think that guy is part of the mob?" She whispers to her date. "Well, thats because he probably is. I'm a made man. Sure I'm not the 'best' of guys but at least I have the money to make a young lady comfortable." Her states with a flirty tone. Autumn takes a deep breath. This just took alot of wind out of her sails. Quietly she takes a sip of her water. Here she is in nothing short of a Den of thieves. "Ummm, I think I should probably head out. I don't think I'm the girl you're looking for. I'm not like you. Money isn't the most important thing to me. People are. You hurt them, don't you." The man just smirks. "Are you really doing this? Looking down on me because of who I am affiliated with??" He glares. "You little slut. How dare you. You're nothing but some bitch I ran into at an old folks home. You'll never amount to anything. In fact, Now that I think about it, Perhaps some of my friends would like to meet you. I know about you Autumn. I know the Mob wants you out of Gotham. Since you are here and not gone, perhaps I should let them know so we can deal with you proper."
Ra's al-Ghul	Alpha continues to chew, slowly, staring at the Mafiaso staring at him. His jaw moves up and down, the jaw of someone who can take a shot to the mouth, keeping his lips shut. It's a signal cross between criminals, the Mafiaso a convict and Alpha someone who has been through things far worse than an American prison. Alpha slowly reaches to his glass of Cabernet, right handed, and lifts it up, his fingers smooth and together in alignment as he takes the long sip of wine to swallow his bloody red steak. He reaches down to his lap, head tilting to the left quizzically, and he lifts his napkin, wiping his mouth. The Mafiaso is beginning to get irked at the show of superiority from a complete stranger, before Alpha's face snaps into a grin with a smooth gesture and he makes the Lambda Orionis sign, a Masonic handsign typified by the right hand making a circle between thumb and forefinger, the other fingers splayed out at even angles. Among other things, it signifies a closed deal. "Great food here, boss." The Mafiaso chuckles and nods, moving on. In Mob culture, that handsign admits that Alpha was just being an asshole. But to those corporate executives? He's a closer. And to the socialites, he's probably dating material. He snaps his fingers as the waitress moves by, and makes a 'signing' gesture, to ask for the cheque. As she moves off with the perfunctory (perhaps insulted) smile at his curtness mixed with a little saucy smirk, he looks over to the heavy hitters of estate, flashing them a left handed one finger salute off his brow. They laugh and shake their heads, as they go back to their meals and the pace of the restaurant resumes. Alpha, meanwhile, eats the last of his steak and potatos, adopting the military speed of a soldier, spy, or undercover cop, looking across the room at the altercation at the bar. Most people wouldn't notice, but Alpha is trained to pick up on subtle signals. Two potential intelligence assets, both disposable, Autumn an information pass, her uncouth date a ferret, and the combined situation, from what he can tell of body language, a potential ingress gambit into Penguin's den.
Star Shimmer	"No. Please. Not here. I just want to go. Let me go. I won't cause any trouble." Autumn states hoping that he will back off her and let her just get out of there. This is the worst possible place she can be at. Quietly she grabs her bag and stands to go. Suddenly her date is in her face. Taking hold of her and copping a feel while he's at it. "Here is what is going to happen. We both are going to walk out of here. You're going to come back to my place and I am going to show you why you are making a mistake. Got it." He gives her a dark look. Autumn looks in a state of fear and panic. Everything feels wrong right now. Wait till they are outside. Then defend herself. Thats it. Can't do it here. If She attacks here, she's going to be overwhelmed. Just be patient, she thinks to herself. Then that plan goes out the window. The man pulls a gun and points at her. "Start walking." He begins pushing her towards the door.
Ra's al-Ghul	There's a quiet whistle of Ennio Moricone from Alpha's lips as he slides bills into the black faux leather cheque case, before he rises from his table and sidles along after Autumn and her date. He ambles along after them, seeming quite quick despite his lazy appearance, his black polished shoes carrying him along like a ghost. And then, there's a metal sensation on the back of the potential's rapist's head, Alpha holding a pistol in his left hand, gun held horizontally in his svelte fingers. "Hiya, pal," Alpha says merrily, gun to the back of his head. There's a freeze over the room as the open, poseur display of drawing and pointing a gun captures the room by surprise. "I think we're a bit above playing burger shack tricks at a steak house, don't you?" he says, some of the maniacal hatred and tension balled up into him coming across in the narrow, sharp edge of his voice and his word choice. He doesn't give any instructions, he doesn't pontificate, he doesn't pretend to be glorious or honorable, he just lets the incident play out in the direction he's just pushed it.
Star Shimmer	The man smirks, "Lets take this outside. I have a very special beating I need to give to this little slut." He grabs Autumn by the wrist and practically drags her out of the lounge. And then, there is a gun to his head. He knows the feeling. He's felt it before. "You have no idea what you are doing. I am a Made Man. You shoot me Nothing but hell will rain down on you. This bitch has upset the locals. They want her dealt with. I'm going to deal with her. Back off or else." The problem with drawing a gun in a place such as this, it draws a lot of attention. Many wouldn't care. Those that know the man and those who know Autumn do however. Alpha would find several tommy guns pointed at him, a few others aimed at Autumn. "Put the gun down." One man states. A higher up in the local mob. He steps forward and glares at Autumn. "You're supposed to be gone. Either out of Gotham or Dead. I suppose Killer Frost failed. Then you come waltzing in here like you own the place. You're a fool. You have a choice. Get out of Gotham Tonight or, We'll kill you." Autumn glares back. "Look. Gotham is my home. I'm willing to negotiate with you. Just... keep your people off me. Friday. I will have a sit down with you. Just me and you. You pick the place." The Mobster glares and then laughs at her. "I like you kid. You got moxie. The old Church. You know the one. Come alone or you, your family, and everyone whose ever called you a friend will be killed. This is your last chance." He glares at his subordinate. "Marcus. Back off."
Ra's al-Ghul	Alpha's position doesn't move nary a hair as the guns are drawn around him, besides a faint open tensing of his right hand, preparing to deploy a knife from his sleeve. And then, as he feels out the situation, he nods slowly, and slowly looks to the arrayment of guns pointed at him. Taking it easy, he moves his hand to point the gun at the proper, traditional angle, before he lifts it up at the ceiling. "Sorry, boys. Guy's not a chomo. I'm a gentleman, I'm offended at that type of thing." He moves his gun back into his shoulder holster, keeping his pinky on out as he does so to keep his wrist limp and indicate he's not going to snap into a fight posture again, before he adjusts his cuffs. "I'd hate to mess up a fine establishment like this with my blood. Mr. Cobblepot has overhead, and I suppose carpet cleaning would be expensive if I got my sauce all over them, gentleman's blood or no."
Star Shimmer	Autumn looks at the mobster and nods. "I'll be there. Oh and there is one more thing." With no warning she winds up and decks the guy behind her. I don't give a crap if he is a made man. He threatened me. Attempted to black mail me. And had intentions of doing something that I would live to regret. If this is the quality of person you 'make' Then any respect I have for you has gone way down hill." She states. The That action gets a reaction from the armed individuals. Guns cock. As her date goes down. "Never do that again. Friday, be ready to leave." The Mobster glares. Autumn grabs her bag and begins moving toward the door. Her attention goes to Alpha for a moment. Her eyes narrow. "You... You're the one who shot M... Nightingale. Why? You had no reason to. Why did you do it?"
Ra's al-Ghul	Alpha smoothes down his suit with his hands to dry them, having broken out in a mild perspiration at the threat to his life, a normal human reaction to prepare for grappling in hand to hand combat. Perhaps vestigal, when one takes modern weapons into account. Nonetheless useful at times. "You presented a tactical deficit for the objective I had at the time. However, you represent something my Master wishes preserved, so it was merely a flesh wound. I don't often miss my target." He shrugs, then tugs his his jacket as he hears murmurs at the staircase up to the owner's booth. "Now, if you'll excuse me." Alpha turns about and slides past an onlooker, one of the bouncers, that lets him past, before moving in place behind him and crossing his arms. It appears the Penguin himself has deigned to speak with Alpha. Mission successful.
Star Shimmer	Autumn frowns, "So I was in the way. Tell you what. I'll forgive you for the gunshot. Ever do it again, You and your Master will find out more about me then you ever hoped to know. Now if you will excuse me." She begins walking toward the door. She doesn't give a crap that the Penguin is present. Right now she is paying attention to what she hears. If anything sounds out of place she will react. Even if she really doesn't want to make a scene.