Who: Edward Nygma & Lois Lane When: Backdated, Saturday December 12th, 2015 Where: Gotham City What: Meeting Rating: Low
Miss Lane would get a text from him, in the mid-afternoon:
-Heard from a reliable source that you were in my neck of the woods today. -If you'd care to meet, I'll be here: [address included] -Tell the doorman you're here to meet me. -Don't eat anything, the food is delicious.
The address would bring her to a rather notorious part of Gotham, and the building she'd be dropped of at was none other than ...
The Iceberg.
As promised, she'd would be allowed inside, although the look she'd get from not only the bouncer but everyone inside would be memorable. Heads turned, voices hushed, and more than a few notorious (but perhaps not always headline grabbing) criminals would duck their heads out of her view.
At the bar, Edward Nygma, Former Riddler, Prince of Puzzles and long-time friend of the owner of the Iceberg, one Oswald Cobblepot, waved merrily at her. "Ahh, Miss Lane!" He called out, standing a little. He was on his fourth bourbon, and feeling more than just relaxed: Eddie was once again, drunk.