Dracula search a Repleacement for the Riddler

While his brides were playing with the werewolves, Dracula wondered how he would proceed. The few lackeys who played with the werewolves while his brides, Dracula wondered how he would proceed. The few lackeys left of the Riddler told him everything he needed to know to find the other two hiding places. Now he only had to find out which of the two he would choose as his new servant. He was the first one to go to the creature the penguin called himself. He did not understand in the least why people in this century so much longed to be animals. And then there are such ridiculous animals. She could understand that someone would emulate him, but why the hell would anyone want to be a penguin?

But the way it sounded, he was a leading underworld boss. This had existed in all times. In every century they called themselves different but they were always the same beings. Easy to manipulate. Enigma had been different in an interesting way. He did not strive for money or power, but for fame and recognition. But this one failed and now it was time for a little more offensive methods. And so a few minutes later he sat in the car and let himself be driven to a place called the Iceberg Lounch, which was supposed to be something like the home of this Cobblepot. When he reached this place he found a kind of nightclub which was probably well attended. When he entered the room he heard ridiculous music that did not resemble any music he knew from earlier centuries. The people inside were all kinds of mix of the local society, but mostly younger people who wanted to celebrate and were dressed accordingly.

However, he immediately noticed some special people. There was a mountain of a man in a black mask. On his back was a kind of liquid container with a greenish liquid. A long tube went right into the back of his head. He wondered what that liquid was. Another person he noticed was a man with heavy armor and a wide range of weapons. Some of the more modern firearms and a katana on his back. These two were apparently not here to celebrate because they were sitting alone at their tables. Dracula noticed that he had also caught the armed fighter's eye. Wearing one mask, Dracula could not see the eyes, but the head movement was clear. Many people, especially women, looked curiously at Dracula but these fights seemed different. He measured Dracula as an enemy. Estimated how well he could fight. The whole posture of the masked fighter was that of an elite warrior who was always ready to fight.

However, he quickly seemed to lose interest or he had come to the realization that it was not worth the fight. Dracula, on the other hand, went to the bar and looked at the young bartender who had set something up for him. After some inquiries Dracula found out that the boss of the shop was in a special cabin above the club. However, he was not speaking for anyone.

"HEY! Kid! What do you want from him up there?" Dracula heard from behind her and turned around. There was the man with the liquid container on his back looking down at him. The man was a true Hercules and at least 1 head taller than Dracula himself.

"Who asks?" Dracula smiled curiously but he already saw the giants fist coming on his face. The experience with Power Girl had taught him that there were beings with unimaginable powers in this day and age and so he did not underestimate himself before these here. He caught his fist with his left hand and squeezed. The hen cried out and fell to his knees.

"It's most rude of a question to answer, sir. That's why I'm teaching you good manners now. Remember that when you wake up."

"Bane asked in surprise and unable to activate the control on his left hand when Dracula's fist hit him. Like a bomb, Bane crashed into the opposite wall and sank unconscious to the ground. The crowd stared unbelievingly at the man who had just knocked out the dreaded Ban with a single stroke. But he just smiled into the crowd and looked at the warrior in the red/black armor. He had watched this short fight closely but did not move to intervene in any way. However, a young woman in a strict business suit hardly came to him that the first trouble had vanished.

"Sir. May I have your name, please?" she asked politely, holding a clipboard.

"May I answer this question as an exception with a counterquestion, beautiful lady? Who wants to know," Dracula smiled and enjoyed the sight of the young lady. But that was all.

"Well then." Dracula answered as he rose from his place and looked at her. "In this special case, please direct your master that Vlad Tepes wishes to see him."

The young woman in front of him raised a brow by that name. "Like the famous vampire from the novel?"

"The same." Dracula smiled and bowed with a slight smile.

"I'll tell Mr. Cobblepot. Do you wish to talk to him?"

"That's why I'm here. Sign me in, please."