"Again?"

You recognized that voice. Even while you were laying in that alleyway beaten and bruised, you knew that voice well. Oswald Cobblepot. She'd helped you before when you got into fights near her Lounge. Her streets.

"Get up." She spoke, her umbrella tapping against the ground with each step she took towards you. She held a hand out to you. For you to take. "Come with me, kid. It's time someone finally taught you how to defend yourself."

She smirked. "Let the Penguin help you."