American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 62 Rainy Night at the Club
That afternoon, around six o'clock.

Falcone's Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Iceberg Club.

Oswald dragged his injured body and came forward to greet them as usual, and at the same time held an umbrella for Falcone.

The rain in Gotham is like the glaciers in Antarctica, it never melts.

Even though Gotham benefited from the good weather in other nearby areas and had a barely sunny day today, the rain clouds at night could no longer control the fall of rain.

Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, Falconet looked at Victor Zsasz who was a little drunk and asked softly.

"Revenant, is he still in the club?"

"Yes, boss!" Victor couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Of course he's still in the club, and he's fucking your girl!
Victor instinctively wanted to complain, but he restrained his thoughts and nodded slightly tipsy.

“The Revenant has been staying in the club since returning to Gotham.

As for now, he... well, he's still resting."

"I see."

Victor's words brought a smile to Falconet's face. He patted Ozwald's shoulder and continued.

“Gotham may not be the Revenant’s past home, but Iceberg and our family have become one of his places to stay, and that’s a good thing.

In order to consolidate our friendship, I also brought him a gift, which can be seen as my appreciation and respect for him.

Take me to -44 degrees Celsius, I will meet him there, I hope he will like my surprise for him! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Falcone waved behind him, and a burly middle-aged man immediately carried out a hooded figure from the car.

The man kept whimpering, but he couldn't make any sound because his mouth was blocked. As for the man who took the man out of the car, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he looked at Ozwald with disdain.

“Penguin, you are always so attentive, insisting on holding your umbrella even if you have broken ribs.

But you're also right, you're just an umbrella holder, if the boss doesn't need you to hold an umbrella for him, I don't know what else a short cripple like you can do!"

"Maroni!"

On the side, before Ozwald could reply, Falconet frowned and interrupted Maroni, who continued speaking coldly.

“We are a family, Maroni, and I thought that since I had accepted Ozwald, you would treat Ozwald as your family, just like my family.

So, you want to disappoint me?"

"No no no, of course not, haha."

Maroni smiled and shook his head at Falcone.

"Boss, even family members have small conflicts. It's hard for a handsome brother and an ugly brother to live in peace.

But don't worry, we both know our limits. If our family is threatened, we will stand side by side, for sure!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Maroni exaggeratedly put his arm around Ozwald's shoulders, and his tremendous strength immediately made the penguin tilt left and right.

But the Penguin did not have any complaints. He tried to stand firmly in Maroni's arms and spoke to Falcone.

"Maroni is right. We two know our limits. Even though we do have some conflicts, Maroni is my former boss after all. We have a tacit understanding, haha!"

After saying this, Ozwald turned around and looked into Maroni's eyes with a grin.

Facing Ozwald's gaze, Maroni stared back rudely with his eyes wide open like a lighthouse.

Looking at the two people confronting each other, Falcone was silent for a moment, then turned around silently and walked straight into the rain.

Seeing this, Maroni pushed Penguin hard, making him barely keep up with Falcone's pace, while Penguin tried his best to keep steady his steps and the umbrella in his hand. The heavy rain fell on Penguin's face and shoulders along the umbrella, soaking half of his body in an instant, but he still didn't notice it.

Under Ozwald's attentive care, Falconet walked into the club.

As the penguin folded its umbrella and shook off the rain, Falcone looked around and greeted everyone around him gently and proudly.

"Hello, Mr. Congressman, I'm glad to see that you are still full of energy. This makes me full of confidence in the future of Gotham."

"Have fun, Dr. Jones, inspirations don't have to be found only in books, they can also be found in a woman's heart."

"Mr. Cherry, it's rare to see you leave the Star Lab. I hope everything goes well for the lab's projects this year."

"Oh, Mayor Mitchell, this is not the place to talk. Please wait for me for a moment in the minus 44 degrees."

After greeting various high-ranking officials, wealthy people and top figures in Gotham, Falcone finally walked through the crowd and sat in his own box.

Looking at Selina who brought him a drink, he took a breath, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Selina's wrist!

Falcone's sudden action made Selina quickly withdraw her hand in response to the shock. Before she withdrew her hand, she almost left a scratch on Falcone!

Looking at Selina's instinctive reaction, Falcone was slightly stunned, then he sighed slowly.

"I've told you more than once that you shouldn't be here, Selina!"

He spoke to Selina in a low voice, but all he got in return was a disdainful chuckle from Selina.

“And where am I supposed to stay, Mr. Falconet!

I was born in the club, I grew up in the club, I even witnessed my mother die in the hands of a damn client in this damn club.

In fact, I was stuffed into the closet by my damn mother herself. Whenever she had business to do, she would always stuff me into that damn closet!
She was doing her business right in front of me, and in the last moments before she died, I saw with my own eyes the clients' stuff going in and out of her sexy body, fuck!
This is my damn past, so why can’t this be my future? Just because I am your daughter that you don’t acknowledge, I can’t bear the identity of a whore and…”

Having said this, Selina suddenly stopped talking because the door was being pushed open.

A moment later, Victor Zass walked in silently.

Falconet and Selina looked at Zas at the same time, and their eyes made Zas pause for a moment in discomfort.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Boss, and Miss Selina?"

Victor asked softly as he came behind Falcone. After he chose a position and stood still, he continued to speak to Falcone.

"By the way, Boss, Maroni may not have the patience to wait for Donton to come, so I asked Ozwald to help keep an eye on our Director, hehe."

"Yeah, he's always been so impatient, especially in recent years, he's even unwilling to put on a slightly professional performance in front of me."

Falcone muttered something with his eyes closed, then extended his right hand to Victor.

A moment later, the cigar was in Falcone's hand, and Victor took out a lighter and lit it.

Falcone took a deep breath of smoke and savored it for a long time before exhaling it.

In the curling smoke, he suddenly laughed at himself, and then spoke to Selina, whose chest was still rising and falling slightly.

"Selina, could you do me a favor and check what Downton is doing for me?

If possible, I hope you can tell him that there is an old man like me who he says will not live long waiting to see him."

"I understand, Master Falcone, I will do my best to convey it to you!"

Selina responded heavily, then left Falconet's private room and walked towards Downton's lounge.

(End of this chapter)