To be honest, this was the first time Penguin had visited the Batcave.
Most of the time in the past, his interactions with Batman had followed two steps:
Step one: Batman would barge straight into his office and, without saying a word, beat him unconscious. The process was extremely brutal, and the methods were extremely cruel, leaving his men, who witnessed the whole thing, terrified.
Step two: After Penguin woke up, he would usually find himself tied up like a trussed chicken in the Gotham City Police Department, with a folder beside him filled with the criminal evidence Batman had collected.
That was not to say he had never occasionally been tossed into the Batcave for temporary detention during Batman's more than ten-year heroic career, before proceeding to step two;
But most of the time, he had either been beaten until his face was swollen and bruised or was in a state of shock. Naturally, he had neither the mood nor the opportunity to examine the cave's furnishings...
Damn it. Once he thought back to the past, why had this cursed Batcave suddenly started to feel a little more eerie?
Penguin tightened his grip on the umbrella in his hand. It was his weapon, equipped with deadly mechanisms and lethal poison, and it could even be used as a submachine gun.
—but when facing Batman, it mainly served as psychological comfort.
That was precisely why, when Batman had invited him to visit the Batcave in an exceptionally "kind" manner half an hour ago, he had readily agreed.
Although he had to be blindfolded and have his ears plugged, then be carried by Batman like a yo-yo as they swung between skyscrapers like Tarzan, this was still the first time he had walked into the Batcave fully conscious, wasn't it?
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