Metropolis mornings were much warmer than Gotham's. Though autumn had arrived, it was not particularly cold. Clark felt very relaxed as he flew through the morning breeze. Over the past few days, his mood had shifted from tense anxiety to cheerfulness. Cobblepot's presence had greatly improved his work as a reporter.
Everyone knew that a good reporter needed connections of his own to get firsthand news. Clark had never been valued at the paper and was always assigned gossip columns because he knew no important people and was unwilling to flatter them.
But Penguin Cobblepot was different. Clark felt a sense of responsibility about getting close to him. Because he had been away on assignment some time ago and had not looked after Batman properly, Batman had become immersed in the grief of losing his family and made an irrational decision. That was Clark's problem, so he ought to take responsibility for it.
Superman had not originally intended to reason with this evil supercriminal. He had thought that if Cobblepot tried to cause trouble, he would definitely throw him in prison and teach him a lesson.
But to his surprise, Penguin Cobblepot was not as brutal and terrifying as he had heard.
Cobblepot did look rather vicious. He was fat, had a hooked nose, smiled with a touch of sinister calculation, and walked with a limp. He truly could not be called pleasant-looking.
Yet Clark had been taught from childhood never to judge people by their appearance or believe one-sided accounts, but to look at what they had done. Since Clark had not attacked Cobblepot right away, he was destined to be swayed by him.
Penguin was quite a charismatic man. Otherwise, he would not have remained standing among the countless Gotham villains who came and went, maintaining such a