Deadshot

"Feigning death?" Penguin didn't believe it for a second.

What Penguin couldn't figure out was that Bruce's "death" hadn't benefited him at all. Instead, it had sent Wayne Enterprises' share price tumbling. If Bruce had planned it, why would he do that?

Then Penguin remembered the three Batmen who had appeared around that time, and he thought he understood.

Of course. Batman was a bodyguard Bruce kept on his payroll, and Bruce supplied all his little toys.

As for why Batman always recovered so quickly from his injuries, that was because Bruce had more than one Batman.

And Bruce had staged his death to test whether his Batmen were loyal.

Penguin felt as though he had finally uncovered the truth.

"Cobblepot, what are you thinking about?" Bruce asked, curious at Penguin's look of sudden realization.

"Nothing." Penguin coughed and looked away. "I'm just wondering how that priest got in."

"He's a philanthropist too. It's perfectly normal for him to be here," Bruce said, watching Roland charm a group of society ladies.

"A philanthropist?" Penguin had little regard for the title, but applying it to Roland still seemed like a stretch. "I've heard of him. He built a church outside the city and took in quite a few children. But there are rumors that he's no different from Mrs. Gunn, and that he's raising those kids to be his henchmen."

"How much can you trust rumors?" Bruce shook his head with a smile. "People even say I'm Batman."

"If you're Batman, then I'm Batwoman," Kate said with a laugh.

"Ha." Penguin smiled too, as though they had amused him.

Prominent guests from several cities near Gotham City had come to the Charity Gala. Most were business partners of Wayne Enterprises.

Bruce took the stage and introduced the charity project's background and