"So... what do we have here?" One of the gangsters asked, "A bunch of Mobster wannabe--" the man fell dead, blood visible through his shirt. A chubby and short man approached, pistol in hand, "Well then... got you out of trouble I'm guessing..." the man spoke "yes thanks Mr. Cobblepot" I thanked him "Squawk! Hey you're a friend.. call me Penguin"
Cobblepot smiled as he puffed his cigar "of course Penguin" I said
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Black Mask
Fanfictionin this series we focus on the mobster Black Mask and his rise to power (Canon to the DCBU established by @Joseph_F)
