"Yes, Clara?" Lexana blew a smoke ring. "Is there something?"

"Well -- uh..."

"Come on," Flashina said, grabbing Super-Stompa's thick arm. "We should go."

* * *

"Mad Canary, do whatever you wish with him," Diana Desaad said. "Break this man like he's supposed to broken."

"Yay!"

"But--" Emerald Bernadeth began.

"Silence," Diana replied. "You can play with him when Mad Canary is done. But she deserves first shot."

* * *

The Penguin looked up as Granny Gotham sauntered into his office at the Iceberg Lounge.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Is that anyway to treat your best friend?" Granny cooed as she flicked on her Gotham Box. "Consider yourself fortunate, Oswald. Though I am going to break the criminals of this city, I think I will find you useful, in your current state. More or less."

"What are you--"

"Shhhhh." She pressed a finger against his lips. "Listen to your best friend. You've kept it hidden inside you for so long. You think you want to be some sort of well-dressed aristocrat. But that's not that at all. You want to be the prettiest, most exotic bird in the room. You want to saunter around all decked-out in sequins and feathers like some bird of paradise, all eyes on you. Listen to Granny. Granny knows what you want. She knows that the Iceberg Lounge should have lots of lovely shows, and that the greatest show-runner should be you. The sexiest, horniest drag queen in Gotham...."