Sorry I've been total crap at updating w I'm busy sorting out stuff and I've got it all written in my head, I just have to sit down and do it! Here's a bit for now to celebrate the return of Gotham!

When it came to Oswald's club, you couldn't lie; it sucked. He had no idea how to run a business. He played music he liked, and constantly had his mother singing on stage. Badly, you hear. Oddly enough, you were never working when she appeared. You'd never met his mom, and it was beginning to look like you never would.

Anyway, he ran the club how he liked, and that was the exact problem. You have to cater to your guests, to society. Any wait staff can tell you that. Do what the consumer wants you to do and they'll pay you. It's simple economics, but he didn't seem to understand that. You're surprised he doesn't, considering how well he's adapted to constant changes until now. You suppose it just shows that he really doesn't have a set plan to make it to the top, and for the most part, his advances have been sheer luck.

That's when Victor Zaz showed up and handed Oswald Butch. Oswald freaked at first, stumbling backwards and knocking over some glasses that you knew you'd have to sweep up later. But, after Butch literally dances for him, he's convinced.

Slowly, very slowly, business improved, after several hitches. Maroney did whatever he could to hinder Oswald, and it pissed him off to no end. So, like usual, he found a way around it. This time, with Butch's help.

Seeing Butch all the time at work made me think of Fish and all the things she'd done in effort to keep me safe. Oswald must have known this, for he was sure to have me around to overhear his conversation about her.

"Do you miss her?" he asked Butch. "I do. Even after everything she did to me. Perhaps it's not our friends, but our enemies that define us." Butch looked away quietly. "To Fish."

He looked back at Penguin. "She got what she deserved," he said, downing his drink.