Penguin. That self-absorbed, gluttonous, petulant little bird.

Penguin hosted a dinner for Gotham's Rogues Gallery to attend, to announce a proposal for the mutual benefit of taking down the Bat. Of course, no one agreed on one single method, and the meeting quickly turned into a long hour of tension and snide remarks. Of course, no one took Edward seriously, even though his plans were well thought out and calculated. They'd hardly let him speak. Now, it felt like Gotham's under city was on the verge of civil war.

"What a disaster," The Riddler grumbled as he strode out of Penguin's dining hall, through the Iceberg Lounge. He slowed his pace as he spotted someone he'd seen at the meeting -- someone fresh to Gotham's underworld. His interest instantly piqued at their stature, how they held themselves... he had to know more. Alliances for potential conflict. He picked up his pace.

"The Penguin is acting with emotion, not logic... it'd be foolish to follow him into this little war." Edward gestured casually, flicking his gaze down at the shorter figure beside him.