The Society: Kuttler/Schott

—Gotham City Narrows—

Nygma, with Polaris and Sivana in tow, broke the lock on a very familiar warehouse with his cane. He tugged the doors open and took in a deep breath.

 

“Ah...home sweet home..”

 

Sivana wiped a finger across the wall, leaving a mark in the dust, “You live in this squaller, Nygma?”

 

Nygma chuckles and shakes his head, “No, not at all. Just an expression! Now, Thaddeus. I believe you’ll want to take a look at this...”

 

Nygma turns on the lights of the warehouse, waving his cane over to a small metal gun-like device.

 

“Doctors, I present to you the Vertigo Machine! A creation of mine from about a year ago, during a gang war I was a part of.” Nygma took his cane and stuck the sharp end into the barrel of the machine, tugging out a small bright blue sphere, “And this, my friends...is what was inside of Count Vertigo’s eyepiece! Mentally activated and easy to use!”

 

Nygma tossed the sphere over to Sivana, who caught it warily, “Werner Zytle’s eyepiece? You expect me to u-“

 

“Use this? Yeah I do. It’s really simple just...shove it in your socket.” Nygma pantomimes the motion, covering his right eye with his hand.

 

After a few moments of deliberation, Sivana does so, blinking softly, “Nothing like the Eye of Sin but it’ll do...”

 

The door of the warehouse then opened again, “Will it, Doctor Sivana?”

 

Nygma spun around and his smile faded, a scowl coming across his face, “Well well well...Noah Kuttler.”

 

Kuttler looked around the warehouse as he took steps inside, heading to Nygma. He waved his hand around, moving some of the dust he was kicking up, “We thought you were dead, Nygma. I almost held a funeral for you. Fugate talked me out of it...”

 

“Ah, Temple. How is he anyway? Heard he got into a scuffle with Tockman.”

 

“Hospital, the both of them.”

 

Nygma tuts his tongue, “Sad...”

 

“Temple’s a smart man, y’know. Almost as smart as y-“

 

“Don’t finish that fucking sentence, Kuttler.”

 

Kuttler chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m just saying. He stopped me from making a fool of myself with an empty coffin covered in question marks.”

 

“Oh what, am I supposed to think you care about me now, Kuttler? Melts my damn heart. What the hell do you want, anyway. The Calculator doesn’t just wander into seemingly empty warehouses, does he?” Nygma raises an eyebrow to Kuttler.

 

Kuttler sighs, gesturing to Sivana and Polaris, “Look, we know you’re working with Luthor...I’m just here to tell you to tread lightly.”

 

Nygma laughs, “Oh there’s that care again, Kuttler!” he groans and points to the door with his cane, “Get out, or I’ll make Polaris make you get out.”

 

Kuttler opens his mouth to speak and simply gives up, turning to the door and heading out, “Just...watch yourself.”

 

Nygma growls slightly under his breath.

 

—Metropolis—

Similarly, Luthor pushes open the door to a warehouse in Metropolis, though this one had an inhabitant.

 

“Winslow! I know you’re in here, Schott.”

 

A toy car rolls towards Luthor’s shoe, which he kicks aside, “Yeah real subtle Winslow. Can you turn on the damn lights?”

 

The lights in the warehouse flicker on, and standing amidst a pile of toys is Winslow Schott, the Toyman.

 

“Hello Mr. Luthor. Glad to see that you’ve considered me for getting the high school band back together. What was it called again? It seems to fade from my memories...” Winslow smiles slightly, watching Luthor sneer.

 

“Hilarious. Look, Schott. I’m here to talk to you about something. I need your mechanical expertise, your know how.”

 

Winslow lifts a ceramic mask from the floor in front of him, depicting a smiling face. He himself smiles up at Luthor, adjusting his glasses, “Can do, Mr. Luthor. Can do!”

Done