Gotham City.
This was a dimly lit hall.
Red candles decorated both sides of the hall.
Their flickering orange glow dispelled some of the darkness, casting the room in an atmosphere somewhere between light and shadow.
On a round table not far away lay a beautiful young woman. A piece of red cloth covered her chest, concealing much of her snowy-white skin, but her wide, unfocused eyes and the faint bloody bite marks on her neck revealed her identity.
"Slurp, that feels so good!"
At several seats not far from the girl,
a man in a gentleman's hat, who looked from afar like a plump penguin, raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The bloodstains on the back of his hand flickered under the candlelight.
His fleshy, bloated cheeks were deathly pale, and his blood-red pupils proved that he had shed his human identity and become one of the supposedly noble blood clan.
Penguin, full name Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, was a member of one of Gotham City's four great families, alongside Jino's maternal grandfather's family and Batman's family.
However, aside from the Wayne Family, which continually produced outstanding talent, the other three families had all declined to varying degrees under the erosion of time.
He toyed with a uniquely designed umbrella in his hand and gazed gloomily at a black-haired man in an immaculate suit standing in the corner. "I agree to the cooperation you proposed."
After becoming a member of the blood clan, Penguin had clearly felt his body grow much stronger. Even his lame leg had healed under the effects of his bloodline.
There were also the old hidden injuries left on his body from his past battles with Batman. If possible, Penguin wanted not only to kill Batman, but also those