"Directed, yes..." The KGBeast felt rather naked without his mask on. It wasn't too many times he was ushered through the front door of an office complex, either. His cybernetic arm didn't make it easy to interact in polite company, let alone in public. Yet here he was, in an expensive office with expensive furniture, looking at the most powerful man - correction, the second most powerful man in Metropolis.

"I can only presume Cobblepot had contact you," he tried to drop his Slavic accent as much as he could, but it still sounded like broken English. "But how did you find my 'flat' in Gotham? Your men broke door down. Barely allowed me chance to break one of their arms."