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       He wasn’t exactly expecting her to literally POINT to him nor was he expecting the other guy to notice that she did in this crowd (although even he has to admit he does bear a striking resemblance to the Penguin). The fact that she’s hands down the cutest drunk prevents him from feeling any anger at all at all the weird glances shot his way; who are these people to him anyway? The only person he does care about is mumbling about penguins in his arms. ❛He’s not Cobblepot but he sure does look like him. He hates the Wayne foundation too much to ever show up and he’s pretty unpopular even among snooty socialites.❜ Head cocks to the side, a tiny adoring smile playing at his lips. ❛I’m your penguin huh? Don’t tell me it’s because of the black and white suit.❜ 

    “It should be a statistic impossibility anyone who looks like that lives in the same city as someone who looks like that.” Although it was evident the alcohol had not put her scientific mind to rest it was evident in the way her words rolled and the way her face scrunched as she made eye contact with this man should meant more on the terms of for her sake then pragmatics. “You’re my penguin because they mate for life.” There was a pause so as to allow her expression of plain and unabashed disgust to shift shock at her own gall, a moment of sober clarity shining through in this dragging evening. Perhaps, she realized in this moment, she’d taken it too far taking a shot for everything offensive thing said in a room full of rich non-mutants. “Oops. I didn’t mean that…I mean…don’t get me a pebble.”

Jan 6 22:25 ( ♥ 4 )