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Don't Stop Believing Jul 13, 2015 12:29:41 GMT

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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - LOA on Jul 13, 2015 12:29:41 GMT

The following events take place on Saturday- July 11th, 2015. The second to last day of The Grey Knight Festival:

The few remaining days of The Grey Knight Festival was superb, usually the best was saved for last. In the case of the 2015 Festival, an announcement was made via Gotham Gazette that ex-Bludhaven Mayor and Gotham original; Oswald Cobblepot was making his grand return to Gotham City and had a few big surprises for the city that was beginning to get worse by the hour. The media and citizens speculated what those bombshells may be, Cobblepot and his camp made sure to keep a tight lid on things as he wanted to build anticipation and from the overwhelming support and buzz he has generated, he has been successful. It was close to 6PM, Cobblepot had the made stage until 8 where 'The Darin' Graysons' would be the main attraction of the evening. A big crowd formed, maybe more than for anything else in recent memory all as the lights from the stage dimmed...

• Announcer • "LAAAAAAADIIIIESSSSSSS AAAANNNDDDDDD GEEEEEEEEEEENTLLLLLEEEEEMEEEEEEENNNNN..."

The buzzing continued, all as to the left and right of the stage and even above it was sparkler-like fireworks but done in the colors of the United States flag. The fireworks to the right was red colored, the fireworks above the stage was white-ish and of course, the left was blue. The announcer was dressed in a blue vest and matching red, white and blue top hat.

• Announcer • "PLEASE GIVE IT UPPPPPPPP.. FOR THE ONNNEEEE.. THEEEE ONLLLLLLLLYYYYY.."

The upbeat tempo of..

Kicked in over the PA, all as moving from the beyond the curtain was 12 dancers, six from each side all dressed in matching attire to the announcer. This got the crowd going all as having the backdrop, which looked like an innocent black cloth parted in two, showing a white limo pulling up. The driver exited out and jogged toward the passenger side door near the back of the vehicle, all as the door swung open.. and shockingly enough, no one made their way out of it. Even after a few seconds of waiting.. nothing.

• Announcer • ".. THEEEEEEEEEEEE MAN WHO WILLL CHHHHANGEEEEEEEEEE THIS CITYYYYYYYYY!"

The driver closed the limo's door and moved back around to the driver side, got into the vehicle and pulled forward.. all as when he did so, emerging through the crowd to an UPROAR..

• Announcer • "GGGGGGOTTTTTHAMMMMMMM'SSSSSSSS CCCCCCITTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYY'S OWWWWWWNNNNNNNNN.. OSSSSSWAAALDDDDDDD.. CCCCOBBBBBBLEEEEEPOTTTTTT!"

Being a man of the people was one of the approaches he needed to sell because he really wasn't. He despised most people, he wanted to use them as pawns in his own personal game of chess as he's been doing in Bludhaven. Oswald Cobblepot is a terrible person, one that works everyone over into thinking he was a grand savior when in reality, he was a cancer that was looking to go untreated to continue the poisoning of the city. The crowd parted, all as they cheered for a man they thought was their own, Cobblepot with a navy blue suit, white undershirt and red and white tie was all smiles and nods. Beneath those designer shades of his, he held detest for the citizens, wanting to see them all burn.. something he could very well put into motion if everything for his 'cause' went as planned, which seemed so with the support he's garnered thus far. He was the man of the hour, despite the crowd moving to allow him a clear path, they couldn't stop slapping him on the shoulder and attempting to reach out and touch him, treating him like some long-lost messiah. Despite the wobble in his walk, he managed to have great control of the cane. Walking on dirt was a task due to the grip it lacked, but he was doing good.. another thing that swung in his favor- the sympathy vote. The details of Cobblepot's life was often brought up, especially by opposing candidates-- he never hid the fact that his life when he was younger was rough. His father died, his mother turned into an alcoholic, he was led into thinking he was going to finally gain acceptance but instead it was one cruel joke that left his left leg nealy gone for good.. these things he played into, knowing the average human couldn't help but to feel sorry and thus, cast a vote.

• Announcer • "GOTHAM'S HEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Reaching the stairs of the stage, the crowd's chant of "COBBLE-POT! COBBLE-POT" almost took the music over-- all as Oswald got onto the stage and turned around, lifting his right arm into the air in almost a victorious manner. Being handed a microphone from the announcer, the music cut off and the fireworks finished. The dancer's cleared the stage, all as Cobblepot's eyes scanned the crowd...

• O. Cobblepot • "Gotham City..."

"COBBLEPOT! COBBLEPOT! COBBLEPOT!"

• O. Cobblepot • "You leave me humbled with this support."

The crowd roared again, Cobblepot could only smile. Balancing on his cane, he removed his glasses and tucked them into his chest pocket, all as he continued his speech.

• O. Cobblepot • "Before this goes any further, I'd like to first take a second to remember what this is all about. The lost of lives over the last decade has crippled this city- MY city. I know I left and had a very successful tenure as Mayor in Bludhaven. As much as it hurt me to leave, increased pressure to return to Gotham was on me, and I'm here.. I'm here to put this city on my back and charge forward like a wild buffalo through pouring rain!

Yet again the crowd blew up, Cobblepot smiled for the reaction.

• O. Cobblepot • "But before I can go any further, We need to remember the great sacrifices that was made.. the reason why The Grey Knight Festival is a celebration of the hope, the beacon of light the city has and needs, even in dark days. Men like a good friend of mine, a man I grew up with since I was a child.. Bruce Wayne, let's take a second to remember him. Bruce and I were such great friends, it hurts me to know that the incident took his life..."

A few sobs, followed by a sniffle or two before wiping away a trace of a tear from his left eye, Cobblepot needed to take a second from his speech to gain his composure.

• O. Cobblepot • "We the people cannot forget about those sacrifices. Bruce Wayne and his family gave Gotham it's identity and we can never forget that. Just as we can never forget what men like Harvey Dent and even The Batman meant to us. Both were heroes, like myself- Harvey and I were on the same page, looking to curb crime and use our position of power to relate to YOU!"

Pointing out at the crowd, Cobblepot continued.

• O. Cobblepot • ".. the people. Harvey Dent's impact on the city can still be felt, it's why the criminals are acting out, it's out of fear.. fear, ladies and gentlemen. They know that sooner rather than later, a new white knight would emerge from the sky and descend onto the city and put them back on the brink of extinction! Just like The Batman, I will come down on ALL crime and make sure they regret robbing this city blind, hurting the fine people of Gotham. I will not tolerate it, as you shouldn't! We the people of Gotham City deserve better and I promise.. And I promise right here, in front of my people, that for the benefit of my city.."

A wide grin spread over Oswald's face, all as he nodded.

• O. Cobblepot • "I am officially entering myself into the election! I am looking forward to becoming the next Mayor of Gotham City, just as my grandfather did- just as my great grandfather did!"

There was another pop, one of overwhelming support again from the crowd as that was the announcement they had wanted to hear. They believed that Oswald Cobblepot was the man that could bring them from the depths of hell back to where they should be.. Cobblepot had every intention of using the city as a cash-cow to further his life and profession, as he used Bludhaven. He almost drained the city dry- it wasn't until the emergence of the vigilante called "Nightwing" showed up and begun to interfere in his affairs, making things extremely difficult, something that he didn't anticipate happening on Gotham City due to the lack of The Batman. The whispers of a 'Batwoman' had reached him, just as the reports of "Redface" but they didn't scare him, maybe it was due to the fact that he didn't come across them.. but give it time, he knew the odds of running into another 'do-gooder' were higher than not.

• O. Cobblepot • "My plan will be outlined and mailed to every house-hold in Gotham so you the people will be able to see what will be changed and how. I'm looking forward to representing you as Mayor, and during my run I promise not only will I destroy the criminals, but I will also raise the stock of this city, I will restore order! The days of chaotic clowns running around, blowing up hospitals or terrorists infiltrating the city and using it's people as hostages.. that won't happen under my watch! Under my watch though, I'll tell you what you can look forward to! The city returning to it's glory, crime being destroyed.. and to destroy said crime.. desperate times call for desperate measures. Before I made my return to Gotham, I wanted to make sure I had an ace up my sleeve to show you the people that I was serious- also to show the scum of Gotham's underworld they were living on borrowed time! There was only one man I knew I could turn to in a time of need, one man that I could trust.. and he's a man you should know... all of you."

That buzz that had filled the area earlier had returned, the patrons were throwing speculation over who Cobblepot was speaking of.

• O. Cobblepot • "Ladies and gentlemen, I promised surprises and I have every intent to fulfill them. So along side running for Mayor of Gotham- this I feel, will be even bigger than that. I want to take no credit for this, I just want everyone to remember that good things happen to good people.. and you're all good people.. So without further adieu, the most important piece to the puzzle of cleaning Gotham up for the better.. The man who this festival is partially named after.. Yes, declared missin due to tragic circumstances-- The fine people of Gotham City, I bring you YOUR White Knight, the man who changed this city for the better once-- the man who will once again bring it back to it's glory.. Former District Attorney.. Harvey.. Dent."

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Don't Stop Believing Jul 14, 2015 0:43:38 GMT

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Post by Harvey Dent on Jul 14, 2015 0:43:38 GMT

Harvey Dent? The crowd was in a commotion at the monumental announcement by Oswald Cobblepot, most were skeptical at best and it was easy to understand why. Cobblepot however kept his composure since he knew for a fact that he was going to deliver and several moments later, moments that felt like a eternity the clacking of hooves on the pavement could be heard. The commotion immediately ceased as everyone turned their heads to see two white horses carrying an immaculate carriage, something you’d expect out of the UK’s Royal Family for special occasions. With a white and gold scheme the windows however retained a dark black tint to obscure the identity of the passenger. An older gentleman was at the reigns and as he descended from his perch he went to open the door to the carriage and the citizens of Gotham nearly lost it in a frenzied celebration.

Emerging from the carriage was Harvey Dent himself, decked out in a pure white suit symbolizing both the purity that Gotham lost and his legacy as the White Knight. The crowd was in absolute disbelief yet they couldn’t contain their jubilation as Harvey Dent took his time on his way to the podium, not leaving one single hand unshaken as the adoring crowd reached out to him. Oswald Cobblepot had the biggest Cheshire grin imaginable as he saw his partner in the Gotham election, Harvey Dent held the crowd in the proverbial cradle, spellbound. After a very long trek to the podium he finally assumes his place to the right of Oswald Cobblepot as the two shake hands as the flash of cameras captured the moment worthy of Page One of the Gotham Gazette. With a friendly nod Cobblepot motions to the podium.

"Seize the day Harvey! Give these people what they want!" proclaimed Cobblepot.

The crowd roars in approval of the duo as Harvey Dent takes center stage, Cobblepot all too pleased with the recent turn of events. The one-two punch of Oswald Cobblepot and Harvey Dent practically ensured the office of Mayor. Not only was Cobblepot a member of one of the First Families of Gotham he had the support of the greatest District Attorney ever known to the city of Gotham.

Harvey Dent on the other hand had to try to try long and hard to avoid expressing his absolute and utter disgust. The adoring crowd was a big boost to his ego in his first public appearance in many, many years but the state of Gotham was appalling. Order was nearly nonexistent and corruption ran rampant and the fact that Jim Gordon, a man he trusted all those years ago allowed this city to become the Gutter of America made his blood boil. Someone had to seize the opportunity and reshape Gotham in their image, one reason why the budding partnership of Oswald Cobblepot and Harvey Dent came to be. Tough, drastic measures had to be taken but in the end order would be restored; failure was not an option to either man.

“Harvey! Harvey! Harvey! Harvey! Harvey!”

With a smile, Harvey Dent at last addressed the capacity crowd. “It is a privilege to be here with the lifeblood of this magnificent city!”

The crowd roars and erupts again into “Harvey!” chants and Harvey Dent allows them to say their peace before waving his arms up and down at his sides like a QB would to tell the home team to quiet down and let the offense go to work. “I appreciate the warm welcome back to the city I grew up in, the city that under my watch cut crime and corruption down to near zero during my tenure as District Attorney. I know there are many questions that you wonderful people must be asking yourselves; ‘where has Harvey Dent been? Has he risen from the dead? Where was he during the events that nearly brought a nuclear holocaust and an International Incident to Gotham City?’’

He knew that would bring up harsh memories for a city only several years removed from a near catastrophe after widespread anarchy; in fact he was banking on that. Drawing upon wounds that still have yet to fully heal he knew he could use that as a rallying point to turn the crowd not to his side; face it, they were already there. No, his intent was to use that to make them fervent, borderline fanatical even in the duo’s scheme to unite Gotham City under their banner. In essence Harvey Dent was planting the seeds to what he hoped would become a Cult of Personality.

“I wish I could tell you; I wish I could tell you what happened after The Joker turned Gotham into his own personal shooting gallery. I wish I could’ve been there in the days and years following but…” Harvey paused as he looked down at the podium with grief in his eyes. The crowd was hanging on his every word as he battled his own remorse and personal turmoil. Cobblepot could only look on as he witnessed what would be an Academy Award Winning performance. “But the truth of the matter was, due to the parties involved; I was left in a deep coma.” Half-truth. While he did slip into a coma a majority of the time was spent on intensive, complicated skin grafts and plastic surgeries to give him back the face and body he had before the terrible warehouse incident. “I awoke not knowing where I was or how long I had been incapacitated for. My doctors told me that they considered pulling the plug on me several times, expecting me to live the rest of my life in a vegetative state but those true Heroes refused to let anyone die on their watch. They worked diligently, one of them told me once I awoke from the coma that ‘You never gave up on us as District Attorney and I wasn’t going to give up on you… I still believe in Harvey Dent.’”

Women, children, and even grown men could be seen crying in the crowd at the plight of the very man that fought to keep them safe. The Bat was a controversial figure, a vigilante. Some believed in The Bat but to others he was an object of scorn. Commissioner Jim Gordon once celebrated had fallen out of favor due to incompetence of GCPD. But the myth, the legend of Harvey Dent, Gotham City’s White Knight? It had only gotten stronger and more grandiose over the years since his disappearance and presumed death. The fact that he was standing here in the flesh right now almost made him a God or the second coming of Jesus Christ to the citizens of Gotham looking for a savior, one bright, shining hope to deliver them from a sea of despair. Cobblepot knew he absolutely struck gold with this partnership, and the fact that they two were on the same page nonetheless made things even sweeter. A soft coup if there ever was one.

“I owe it to the heroic medical staff of Gotham Hospital of nursing me back to health and protecting my privacy; but my time on the sidelines is over! Gotham City needs heroes again, it needs men willing to lead by example. In my hospital room I had plenty of time to myself, I kept up with the news, the crime rate; but I also knew about cities surrounding Gotham like the city of Blüdhaven and the wonderful job Mr. Cobblepot did in making that city thrive as Mayor. He was a man that led by example; he gave people hope when there was little hope to go around and it’s because of the selfless sacrifice of Mr. Cobblepot putting in late hours and getting very little sleep that their fortunes turned around.” Cobblepot took a humble bow as the crowd clapped and cheered. “A leadership like that, leading by example is something that Gotham city has sorely lacked lately and if we’re ever going to bring security and safety back to this amazing city we will need just that. I came here for two reasons to the Grey Knight Festival.” He held up his index finger as a point of emphasis as he looked across the jubilant, hopeful audience.

“Number one; I would like to personally endorse Oswald Cobblepot for Mayor of Gotham City! I have faith that he will do what the incumbent could not do and that’s make Gotham City safe for Gotham Civilian again. Oswald Cobblepot will not bow to the lobbysts that are content to only make money at your expense nor will he bow to threats of intimidation. He will stand staunch and steadfast in defense of every single one of you.” Harvey Dent pointed out to various members of the crowd, driving home the point that he was directing at everyone in attendance and at home.

“The other reason why I’m here is to ensure that Mr. Cobblepot can carry out the reforms that this city desperately needs, a partner that he can not only rely upon but trust. A partner that will have the interest of Gothamites always on his mind and a partner that will bring corruption down to zero; as of July 11th, 2015 I am officially announcing my candidacy for Gotham District Attorney! For years you have made your voices loud and clear, you’ve stood your ground and you’ve proclaimed from your heart of hearts that you Believe in Harvey Dent. Ladies and Gentlemen, I will do my very best to live up to your high expectations and always remember that Harvey Dent Believes In You! Thank you Gotham City!”

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Don't Stop Believing Jul 15, 2015 19:05:22 GMT

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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2015 19:05:22 GMT

The crowd was buzzing with excitement at the announcements that were just made as the Festival would soon reach it’s end. There was one man in a sea of excitement who was not impressed.

That would be none other than Thomas Crowne himself. Not many knew he was, they weren’t supposed to. Gotham had changed many times over since his family had left this city all those years ago. Event upon event had transpired shaping this city into something that was almost unrecognizable to him. The problem was, this was home. Thomas belonged here, no matter how you twisted and turned this metropolis, it was where he, and many others belonged.

Stepping back from the podium where Oswald and Harvey were, Thomas made his way through the festival. He stopped at a wall that had an advertisements of the Amazin’ Grayson’s and a smug look crossed over the bridge of his face. Continuing his way through the festival he quickly reached the parking lot. A man stepped out of a limo, moving his way back to the rear of the limosine to open the door.

[Driver] Was it all it cracked upto be Mr. Crowne?

[Crowne] You could say that, Owen.

[Owen] Where are we off too now, sir?

[Crowne] Take me to the old Crowne residence. I think it’s time I go back home..

The driver nods with a smile on his face.

[Owen] Very good, sir.

Thomas reached the inside of the vehicle before the driver shut the door, and now tehre were many questions that would need answered. Why is Thomas back in Gotham? Does he have any ulterior motives? And, what is his interest in the Oswald Cobblepot, and Harvey Dent trist?

You'll have to excuse this shit. Til the next time!

Last Edit: Jul 15, 2015 19:07:59 GMT by Deleted

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Don't Stop Believing Jul 16, 2015 3:32:58 GMT Ted Grant - Wildcat likes this

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Post by Talon on Jul 16, 2015 3:32:58 GMT

Harvey Dent had just made his announcement and Cobblepot too had made his intentions known he was running for Mayor. The crowd was ecstatic, caught up in the moment but one person wasn’t quite so… excited.

Unbeknownst to anyone but a select, secretive few even knew he was watching high above the masses, perched up in a tree, observing meticulously. He wore a simple black ski mask to go with his jet-black body suit; a pair of goggles rest on his head and earbuds in his ear, not willing to give even an inch as far as surveillance went. Miss one small but crucial detail and the entire operation could be busted over a simple oversight… and The Court would certainly not be pleased. Who were The Court exactly? Almost nobody knew but on small, fringe corners of the dark web conspiracy theorists believe “The Court” to be an arm of or the executive body of a Shadow Government itself but nobody knew for sure. If one even attempted to bring it up in public it was a mark of shame, an instant ticket to being completely discredited and ostracized as a quack. But sometimes fairy tales that parents told their children at night were the real deal once you stripped away idealistic imagination… something Mr. Cobblepot was going to find out very shortly.

Seeing his window open he slid the goggles down over his eyes and began to slide down the tree like a fireman’s pole and darted through the crowd. Weaving in and out like a suicidal motorcyclist going through freeway traffic he managed to breach the barricade set up by security. The crowd suddenly broke into a panic as he pulled out a intricate silver knife with Victorian Era engravings on it.

“STOP! SURRENDER YOURSELF AT ONCE!” shouted an officer. But it was no use, the would-be assassin ignored orders, making a bee line for Oswald Cobblepot. He managed to backflip, evading what would have cornered most people with nowhere to go, showing the grace and precision of an acrobat or a gymnast. As he reaches the podium he manages to kick Dent in the gut and with a spinning backhand knocks him down before tackling Cobblepot to the ground, grabbing him by the face all the while he kicks his cane out from under him in a surprisingly vicious takedown. A moment of fear and terror could be seen in Cobblepot’s eyes as the assailant drew the blade and the crowd shrieked in horror the blade came down upon his head… but murder isn’t what she wrote… this time.

While it appeared that the blade was going directly to the head or the neck it managed to land just shy of actually connected to flesh but Cobblepot could feel the cold steel directly against the right side of his neck. He could’ve easily killed Cobblepot and Dent in one fell swoop and GCPD and security would have been powerless to stop it, at point blank range it would’ve taken an act of God for him to miss but death was not on the agenda tonight… not unless there was no other left option on the table. With an air of confidence nearly bordering on extreme arrogance he figure finally spoke in a chilling tone. It wasn’t quite a whisper but at the same time it was just loud enough to strike terror into the hearts of Gotham.

“You’ve been served, Oswald C. Cobblepot. Judgment has been passed and next time… your sentence will be carried out in full. Enjoy the time you have left; the clock is ticking.”

With that he hit him with a right hook to the eye; just because he wasn’t ordered to kill doesn’t mean he couldn’t give The Penguin a parting gift just to drive the message home a little harder. As security catches up he takes it as his cue to leave as he arrived. Leaping and tumbling over the guards he quickly vanished through the chaotic crowd without a trace. Cobblepot’s eyes widened as he saw a note attached the blade that just barely missed his jugular.

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Don't Stop Believing Jul 16, 2015 4:34:20 GMT

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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - LOA on Jul 16, 2015 4:34:20 GMT

With some of the crowd screaming in horror from what had just happened and GCPD officials giving chase to the would-be assassin, Cobblepot grabbed at his eye which was beginning to swell. The hot, throbbing pain that hit him would be answered for eventually, but for now, Cobblepot had to keep his mask on. If he was to lose it, people would see the monster that lurked beneath the surface and it was something he had worked too hard to lock up, he was going to win the election and drain Gotham City dry.

• Festival Official • "MISTER COBBLEPOT, MISTER COBBLEPOT! ARE YOU OK!?..."

Quickly looking to attend to Oswald after the assault, the crowd kept their eyes glued as the situation was like a car-wreck. One didn't want to keep their attention fixed on what was going on, they wanted to look away but wasn't able to. With a nod and a thumbs up, Harvey Dent had got back to his feet also giving the officials a thumbs up as Cobblepot took a sharp exhale, pushed himself to his feet. Being handed his cane from one of the officials, Cobblepot let his eyes scan the crowd all as he acted on the moment, shot from the hip and showed his spin-doctor ability.

• O. Cobblepot • ".. friends.. my people.. don't fret! Despite the cowardice that I spoke of earlier, this won't stop me!"

"COBBLEPOT! COBBLEPOT! COBBLEPOT!"

• O. Cobblepot • "THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT THAT NEEDED CHANGE!"

Pressing the palm of his right hand against the throbbing pain from the shot to the eye he took from the assaulter, he took a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing.

• O. Cobblepot • "What that was.. was fear. They know that Gotham's TRUE Reckoning is coming, and I apologize for using that term due to the events of the incident three years ago. I know that phrase still hurts the fine people of Gotham City but together- we will show the scum- the criminals, the no-good criminals that their scare tactics won't work anymore! Despite the commendable job that Mayor Matthews has done so far, I know that together.. with the fine citizens.. Gotham's White Knight Harvey Dent.."

Cobblepot pointed in Dent's direction as Dent nodded, while keeping a hand on his gut from the shot he took.

• O. Cobblepot • ".. and of course, myself- a descendant of one of Gotham's First Families.. Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, WE will reinvent that negative and turn it into a positive! From here on out, when someone hears or sees the phrase "Gotham's Reckoning" no longer will fear be instilled, but rather.. hope, promise and of course, pride. Let's be proud to be from Gotham- Harvey and myself can only do so much, but you- THE PEOPLE! You need to do your part! Make sure you stand up to these heathens like I am! I won't let some hollow-threat dictate the rest of my life.. I came home for a reason, and that reason being to save my city.. and once I am elected for Mayor.. Incidents like this will no longer happen!"

"COBBLEPOT! COBBLEPOT!"

• O. Cobblepot • "I thank you for your time, I thank you for your patience and I humbly ask that when election time hits, that I be your choice for a better Gotham! With that said, Mister Dent and I will be attending the amazing 'Darin' Graysons' event under the big-top, we urge you to join us there! Support Haly's Circus, support Oswald Cobblepot! Thank you!"

He successfully managed to spin the death-threat to something far more useful- sympathy. He took the attempt on his life and made it into a very powerful tool that not only had people feeling sorry for him, but put him in a hypothetical suit of armor like a knight, not allowing the attack to bring him down. As much as Cobblepot was seething under the surface, as angry as he was and as much as he looked to get his hands on the man who tried to embarrass him- but also put a time-limit on his life, patience was a virtue and the wait would make it all the amount better. With an overwhelming show of support from the people in attendance, which if had to be put at a percentage, was probably closer to 90% of the festival's current attendance, plus the news-stations that was broadcasting the event.. he got his point across. As he moved off of the stage with Dent at his side, Cobblepot hobbled along- now allowing the real him to show.. but before he could speak, rushing to the two was local reporter- Vicki Vale, all as she poked a mic in Cobblepot's face and snapped her fingers at her camera-man.

• V. Vale • "MISTER COBBLEPOT! VICKI VALE FROM GCNN! CAN I GET A WORD?!"

Never one to turn away a pretty face, Oswald paused in his path and nodded in Vicki's direction.

• V. Vale • "Now that you've confirmed the rumors of you running for Mayor of Gotham City, what do you have to say to the critics that claim the vigilante known as Nightwing ran you out of Bludhaven by exposing you as corrupt and the biggest mobster on the East Coast?!"

• O. Cobblepot • "Miss.. or Missus Vale?"

• V. Vale • "Miss.."

• O. Cobblepot • "What a shame. Nonetheless, to those with ridiculous claims.. I can't really say anything as I've proven to be a useful tool while an elected official. The critics are probably part of Mayor Matthew's camp as she looks to be re-elected. I don't run smear campaigns, I run honest campaigns!"

• V. Vale • "What about the rumors of Gotham's very own Roman Sionis working for you as an underboss?! Leading the charge here in Gotham in your absence?!"

Both Cobblepot and Dent had a laugh at that as Oswald shrugged his shoulders.

• O. Cobblepot • "It's all nonsense, more lies spread by Mayor Matthews. Believe me Miss Vale, I am no mobster. I'm not a tough man, if I were do you think I would of allowed that lunatic to get the best of me? I'm just an ordinary man like my fellow Gothamites, and I look forward to representing them as Mayor of this fine city."

Before Vale could ask another question, Cobblepot and Dent scurried up ahead and lost her in the sea of people. Dent glanced over his shoulder and noticed she was swallowed up by the mass in attendance all as he looked back forward all as Cobblepot sighed and spoke up.

• O. Cobblepot • "Get Sionis on the phone, tell him not only do I wanna see the Haly get what he deserve, but find whoever tried to punk us. A hundred large for him dead, five hundred for him alive and I want him delivered ASAP."

A wide grin spread over Oswald's face, all as he nodded at his own words. His blood-thirsty nature was usually well hidden but when he lost his temper, it flared out of control. Dent on the other hand didn't seem to appreciate the way Cobblepot spoke down to him and showed it with a grimace.

• H. Dent • "Whoa, take a step back Cobblepot. This isn't a number 1 and number 2 situation. I'm not your lackey, we're in this together. You've got the political stroke, I've got the connection to the people. This is a partnership not a master and student relationship. But I'll have someone get Roman on the phone and fill him in, I want the first crack at the coward.!"

Not allowing Dent's little lecture to phase him, Cobblepot didn't want to shake the anger he had. He wanted to keep it, let it fester so it'd be so sweet whenever he would be granted the opportunity to fulfill vengeance on whoever was out to get him.

• O. Cobblepot • "Yeah.. Yeah, don't be that guy Harv, you know what I meant. But these people are making me sick, let's get the hell outta here and watch Plan F go into motion."

All as he was speaking negative of the people that he wanted to represent, he forced a smile and a fake wave. He and Dent continued as they were heading to the next big event of The Great Knight Festival- The Darin' Graysons, an event Cobblepot seemed too thrilled to be attending.. He had something in store for the people who'd attend and it's safe to say that when it was all said and done, things would NEVER be the same.

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Don't Stop Believing Jul 16, 2015 9:40:44 GMT

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Post by Kate Kane - Batwoman on Jul 16, 2015 9:40:44 GMT

She lets out a bit of a sigh as her motorcycle comes to a stop. After coming to a stand still, Katherine Kane pulls off her helmet and steps off of the machine, she takes a quick glance around as she moves and places the helmet in the carrying case in the backside of the vehicle and clasps it shut. Kate, as she prefers to be called, smiles slightly as she slowly makes her way towards the Grey Knight Festival, shoving her hands into her light denim jacket pockets.

As she makes it over towards the crowd, Kate tries to keep herself in the back, just trying to get the big picture as she scopes out the situation. Knowing what she knows of Gotham, Kate is sure not everything is on the level, so she is keeping her guard up. Her bright red ear length hair betrays her want for anonymity, as she starts to get a few looks from a couple of people. Like having very pale, almost alabaster skin wasn't enough to get glances from people. People tended to remember meeting Kate, for one reason or another. That thought made her smile slightly.

Do I know you?

A bystander nearby asks of Kane. Kate immediately shakes her head, trying to play it off.

Nah, got to be someone else.

Must be...

Kate brought a hand up to brush a bit of her hair back from her ear and turned away, taking a few slow steps. She settles in against a lightpole near the back. She had her reservations about this whole Grey Knight Festival, with one of the Families as "they" put it coming back and trying to make a claim at the town, it reeked with bad intentions. And to add it, Harvey Dent showing back up out of the blue, yeah it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that something wasn't on the up and up, if you knew where to look. She hadn't been in town too terribly long after her "soul searching" expedition, but she knew that this business in front of her was more for show than anything else. Kate wrinkles her nose. After some time of watching, she pushes herself from the lightpole. Suddenly a cop stops her and turns her around.

Katherine The Younger? That you?

Oh great. The ex. Kate snorts and sighs as she looks at Renee Montoya, standing there in front of her.

Yeah, Renee, it's me. Just got back into town...

Her voice trailing off at the end there, trying to not really met her gaze, trying to stay atleast a little bit invisible in the crowd, but not having a whole lot of luck with it.

Come here, girl.

And with that, Renee wraps up Kate in a big hug as they hadn't seen each other in years. Not since college. Not since they had broken up after Renee grew tired of Kate's flippant lifestyle and lack of inhibitions and Kate not putting up with Renee not being so open with her sexuality with her cop associates. It was a mutual thing, she thought. So needless to say, Kate wasn't as comfy with the hug as Renee was, and it showed a little bit.

Looking good, hon.

Thanks, you too, Renee. You too.

As they were finishing up their re-introductions, they heard a commotion. Looking up, they saw a figure standing over would be Mayoral candidate Oswald Cobblepot. They can't hear what he's saying, but after a moment, the assassin flees and a few cops take on off after him. Renee looks at Kate with a semi look of desperation in her eyes.

Good seeing you again, Kat, but...

Yeah, yeah, Duty first, I know.

Kate waves her off a bit with a small sarcastic smile as Renee runs off and gives chase after the figure. Kate thought about tailing them, but decided against it, didn't want to attract too much attention to herself and grand return that she was sure would draw some attention if Gotham as a whole got wind of it. One of the last surviving Kanes, yeah, they'd have a field day with that. Slowly, Kate begins to walk away from the crowd, seeing enough of what she cares to see. Pushing her hands back into her pocket, she head through the crowd, when someone else grabs her, this time, Kate's survival instincts kick in and she pulls them over with a well practice judo throw, landing the person on the concrete and making the crowd around them fan out in a bit of a circle. The person coughs and gasps as Kate holds onto the arm and starts to twist.

Alex...Alexander Knox, Goth..Gotham Gazette.

Aw crap. There goes subtle. Kate immediately lets go of Knox's arm and goes to brisk walks away from the crowd.

Shit...

Barbara Gordon
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Don't Stop Believing Jul 16, 2015 17:32:17 GMT

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Post by Barbara Gordon on Jul 16, 2015 17:32:17 GMT

Barbara had attempted to avoid as much of the Festival as possible but her Dad had convinced her to "soak it all in" because she had to "remember the brave souls.." yada yada yada something about owing a debt. She didn't owe anyone anything. This City needed help and, other than the mysterious woman she had seen, Barbara had no idea who was going to help it.
As she kept to the outskirts of the large crowd, she could hear Oswald Cobblepot talking through a microphone that amplified his irritating voice seemingly throughout the entire City. There were cheers everywhere and the crowd was constantly shifting with people itching to catch a view of the rotund 'saviour of Gotham'.
Barbara stopped at one of the many food stands and bought a toffee apple (one of her many weaknesses). As she took a bite and crunched on the juicy apple and thin layer of toffee, she stood on her tiptoes and tried to spot her Dad. The last she had seen of him he had spotted his work colleague Renee and had gone to speak with her. Officially he was off duty and was meant to be enjoying the day with his devoted daughter. However, Barbara had learnt from a young age that her father was never off duty.

Suddenly, there were screams and the crowd pushed back from the stage. Someone knocked into Barbara almost flooring her. She caught her balance on a lamp post but dropped the apple. She couldn't see what was happening and tried desperately to find a better view.
As quickly as the mood had turned strange, the celebration was back as Oswald's voice blared out once more. The cheering resumed and the crowd moved back to the stage. Oswald spoke about the usual garbage that Gotham's people lapped up then something he said struck home to Barbara.

"I thank you for your time, I thank you for your patience and I humbly ask that when election time hits, that I be your choice for a better Gotham! With that said, Mister Dent and I will be attending the amazing 'Darin' Graysons' event under the big-top, we urge you to join us there! Support Haly's Circus, support Oswald Cobblepot! Thank you!"

The circus. Barbara fished the pamphlet for the circus out of her pocket that she had found in the alley after the man had been attacked by the woman dressed like Batman. No time like the present. Barbara also took out her phone and texted to her father as she walked.

"Hey, dnt know where u r. Am going to circus. Ctch me l8r if u want. Love u xxx"

After pressing send, Barbara pushed through the crowds towards the big top. She wanted to beat the queues and get a front seat to ensure she could see everything that went on. Plus, she wanted a peek backstage before the show started.