Penguin, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot.
Never in his life had he made a decision without confidence in the outcome. Every move he made was anchored in power and profit.
But this time, he cast aside every calculation of gains and losses and swiftly settled on a major decision-one that might change the entire Cobblepot Family, or even reshape the workings of Gotham's entire underworld.
He would use this collaboration as an opportunity to extend goodwill to the Wayne Family.
He reached out and took Tim's hand.
"Mr. Drake, thank you for choosing me." Oswald's voice was deeper than usual, and more sincere. "I'm willing to work with you. But I have one additional condition-no, I should call it a request."
Tim raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead."
Oswald lifted his gaze slightly, his eyes holding a resolve that bordered on staking everything on one last gamble.
"I hope that, from this day forward, the Iceberg Lounge, the Cobblepot Family, and I, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot-"
He paused, then spoke each word clearly and solemnly:
"Can become true business partners of the Wayne and Drake Families. Perhaps even more than business partners."
Tim's fingertips stilled briefly against his knee, and a hint of surprise crossed his face.
The only sound left in the room was the faint crackle of wood burning in the fireplace.
"Mr. Cobblepot," Tim finally said, his voice quiet and steady, "you should understand the weight of those words."
The Wayne and Drake Families represented more than Gotham City's old money and rising elite. Behind them stood the Bat Family's band of vigilantes.
The Cobblepot Family might become temporary business partners with the Wayne and Drake Families, but...
Penguin and Batman, friends?
The world had finally gone mad.
"I understand better than anyone."
Oswald gave a quiet chuckle. There was none