"Well, if it isn't the young Mr. Phantomhive!" A throaty somewhat cockney English accent sounded nearby. A squat, fat little man with slicked back black hair and wearing a fur coat and using an umbrella as a walking stick complete with a silver bird head at the end of the handle. "You know normally we wouldn't allow someone so young to be in here...however since you are a special guest we'll make an exception." Cobblepot snickered.<br/><br/>Placing an arm on Ciel's shoulder and gesturing with his umbrella to some scantily clad ladies and then the bar. "Would ya like a drink? Maybe a woman?"<br/><br/>"Ahh, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself!" Cobblepot said as a bouncer leaned down to say something in Cobblepot's ear. It was of course overheard by Ciel and Sebastian's demon senses.<br/><br/>"Sir, it's the shipment...the guys ran into trouble...Batman." The man whispered.<br/><br/>Penguin's hand gripped the umbrella handle tightly as he replied quietly, "He can't trace it back to us, even if he could there's no GCPD officer who's got the stones to press charges. They're all bought and paid for....the Bat can have this little victory. He gets any bolder, you put a price on his head."<br/><br/>Cobblepot nodded to Ciel and Sebastian, "Have fun you two! Business to take care of, guests to greet and so forth." he then waddled off.<br/><br/>Ciel and Sebastian would overhear two of Cobblepot's men debating:<br/><br/>"Cobblepots never even been to England, the accents for show!" One said.<br/><br/>"What do ya mean?"<br/><br/>"It's just him tryin to sound high society..y'know...sophisticated? He's from Gotham."