"What the hell do you little brats want to talk to me about? I'll have you know, I only just left the mayor's residence not long ago. If you dare do anything to me, the mayor and my men will call the police!"
Penguin sat on the sofa, glaring viciously at Red Robin and Nightwing across from him.
Red Robin sat on the edge of the couch, his forearms braced on his thighs and his body leaning forward, using his posture to convey a sincere willingness to communicate.
"Mr. Cobblepot, please forgive our rudeness, but the situation was urgent. That was why we had no choice but to bring you here from the police station."
Penguin maintained his fierce expression, though one eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly. Still using that cold, mocking tone, he said, "Urgent? What, did you have another fight with Batman and run away from home? Did you come to beat me up so you can prove to Batman that you aren't his good little boys?"
There was a click from Red Hood's hands as he assembled a handgun nearby. Penguin flinched, pressing his lips tightly together as he looked at Red Robin. "I'm not interested in getting involved in Bat-family business. I haven't committed any crimes lately, either. Why are you looking for me instead of Joker?"
"I'm afraid we must remind you, Mr. Cobblepot, that we contacted Gotham City's municipal administration and had them issue proof that you regularly maintained the Iceberg Lounge building. Otherwise, you should still be at the police station right now."
"So what? I would've gotten out sooner or later. Do you really think that ridiculous fire safety law could stop me?"
"That would be without our interference." Red Robin did not give an inch. He smiled and said, "We all know