There they were, finally in his grasp after years of biting and scratching, fighting them off as he tried to pull off clever schemes. He had finally gotten rid of the bat, and then they appeared… It was amusing in a sense, like you would replace a goldfish, one after another… He couldn’t wait for the next person who decided they could take down his empire. He would squash them too.

*Oswald waddled around the chair, taking in the ridiculous costume, the mask that covered their face. What a joke. Slowly he pulled the cigarette holder from his plump lips and gave a sneer. Watching the vigilante scramble in the chair they were tied to. His goon reached to remove the mask before The Penguin stopped him *

“Don’t……”