Listening to Penguin's pleasantries, Nygma nodded noncommittally and slowly followed behind him.
The two had probably not seen each other for too long. Penguin seemed to have countless things he wanted to say. At his position, he had no need to keep his words bottled up, so...
"When was the last time you went into Arkham? You took another two-year vacation there, didn't you? The moment you got out, you went straight back to Arkham for another vacation. That's a bit much, Nygma.
While you were gone, I was the one barely holding Gotham together. The greater Batman's influence grew, the more we had to hide. You understand that better than I do.
Luckily, I'm just a businessman. I make deals. I don't have your peculiar habits, or I'd probably be taking vacations in Arkham too.
How many times have I been there? Six, right? The longest stay was a year and three months. Damn it.
That lunatic even locked up people who did business. That was outrageous. But now, he actually exposed his identity and started doing the president's job.
Looking at it that way, he really has gone crazy. That's good. As long as Batman isn't having a good time, I can rest easy!"
As his words fell, the two entered the living room. Penguin enthusiastically invited Nygma to sit in the chair prepared for him.
The table was long, but there were only four chairs. As for the remaining lackeys...
Honestly, this was not a table they were qualified to sit at.
And Penguin had even invited The Joker!
Even if they were allowed to sit nearby, they would not have dared. Not everyone in Gotham feared Batman, but nobody did not fear The Joker!
However, The Joker had yet to arrive. Penguin invited the Riddler to