OSWALD: … And accounting is on the third floor, and so on and so forth. Ophelia will fill you in on the finer points.

HARVEY: Hmm, not much has changed.

OSWALD: Things rarely do in politics, Harvey. Now, here’s our floor.

EDWARD: Already adding the Cobblepot flair, are we?

OSWALD: The decor was dreadful - I refuse to oversee Gotham’s future surrounded by
aluminum and particle board.

EDWARD: Quite right.

OSWALD: I will be in the north office, obviously, and Harvey has insisted on the west. That leaves the corner office for you, Edward.

EDWARD: How unusually altruistic of you, Harvey.

HARVEY: Yeah. Enjoy the glare.

EDWARD: Haha, wait, what?

OSWALD: Harvey, would you give us the room, please?

HARVEY: Anything you can say in front of Edward -

OSWALD: Could be subpoenaed from my new district attorney, and that is how it should be. So please trust me when i say there are some things better left unheard by you.

HARVEY: Hrrgh… I’ll be in my office.

EDWARD: So wait, is it really that ba- (door slams). Okay then.

OSWALD: Have a seat, m’boy. it’s time to start discussing business.

EDWARD: Mayoral, or otherwise?

OSWALD: Otherwise. I love this city, Edward, and I wish to keep it safe from those who
would raze it for selfish gain.

EDWARD: Spoken like a true millionaire, Oswald.

OSWALD: Billionaire, Edward.

EDWARD: Oh, do forgive me.

OSWALD: And one day, I realised the answer. a solution to Gotham’s ever-growing
problems - and a rather brilliant one at that. do you know what it was, Edward?

EDWARD: To run for Mayor, thus giving you control of the police force and all the city’s
resources, combined with your intricate knowledge of the underworld, allowing you to
effectively, and legally, destroy your competition without having to surrender any secrets you have, giving you absolute control of organised crime in Gotham City?

OSWALD: (laughter) Am I becoming predictable in my old age?

EDWARD: Ha! Not at all - my knowing the answer makes it no less brilliant. That’s why you hired me.

OSWALD: Quite!

EDWARD: Of course, there’s a particularly sinister aspect to this plan that i enjoy. With this being perfectly legal…

OSWALD: The Batman can’t possibly interfere with my plans? Yes, that was the icing on the proverbial cake.

EDWARD: So when do we start?

OSWALD: Soon. Not as soon as I should like, but there’s naught to be done about that.

EDWARD: Oh?

OSWALD: The Arkham incident was not without… cost.

EDWARD: How many dead?

OSWALD: (snorts) I’ve no idea. The body count is of no concern to me, Edward. My worry lies with my bottom line. News outlets, grieving widows and widowers, it’s going to be a damned hard hit to the chequebook. The only saving grace is that it’s contained.

EDWARD: Well, that’s luck.

OSWALD: Rather. (door knocks) Oh, that will be Antoine.

EDWARD: Not Antoine LaRouche?

OSWALD: The very same.

EDWARD: He’s designing your office?

OSWALD: …

EDWARD: He’s designing our offices?

OSWALD: Welcome to the top, Edward. now piss off.

EDWARD: Of course! Oh, but before I go - serious question.

OSWALD: Mmm?

EDWARD: How bad is the glare?

OSWALD: Out!

EDWARD: Right!