As the freshest hero in the Gotham scene, you knew you’d get the weird jobs. But you’d expect maybe getting coffee for some of the others or maybe a rescue mission. Going undercover solo? Not what you’d thought. But here you are, in your best outfit, sitting at a table alone on Oswalda Copperpot’s private yacht. The regulars spent most of the time schmoozing, talking, and drinking. Overall, they were merry. You’re the weird one sitting and watching all of it happen. And all you could watch for is their noses. No matter what, your team told you, look for the nose. When the lights went down and a spotlight was shone at the back of the room, you thought your job would be much harder. But it was made easy when a woman stepped out and began to sing.

She’s dressed in a full suit, like all the other men in the room, but her curves fill it out very differently. She holds an umbrella in one hand, almost using it as a cane as she croons to the crowd. Her violet eyes watch over every guest in eyeshot, scanning like a hawk. And there it is, you spot it when she stepped onto the platform in the center of the room. A nose hooked, like a beak. It’s the Penguin. You listen to her sing and sing, milking all the attention from the unsuspecting crowd. When the song is over and the applause subsides, she steps off onto the floor.

“Thank you, thank you.” She said to the crowd, before weaving through the tables. “Hello, Detective Flasner, lovely to see you here tonight.” She says to a man with tan skin and black hair. He nods and greets her back. But she pays it no attention, she spots you. Instantly, she saunters over.

“And look what we have here, a new birdie in the nest.” She muses, eyeing you up and down.