Chapter 62: Plan
Frankly speaking, this was the first time that Penguin visited the Batcave.
In most of the past years, his communication with Batman was divided into two steps:
Step 1: Batman broke into his office directly, and without saying a word, beat him until he fainted. The process was extremely rough and the means were extremely cruel, which made his subordinates who witnessed everything extremely scared.
Step 2: After Penguin woke up, he would generally find himself tied up in the Gotham City Police Department, and the file bag beside him was full of criminal evidence collected by Batman.
This is not to say that he was not occasionally thrown into the Batcave for temporary detention during Batman's more than 10-year heroic career, and then entered Step 2;
But most of the time, he was beaten to a black eye or in a state of shock, so naturally he had no mood or opportunity to examine the furnishings in the cave...
Damn, once I think back to the past, why did this damn Batcave suddenly become a little gloomy?
The Penguin held the umbrella in his hand. It was his weapon, which contained deadly mechanisms and poisons, and could even be used as a submachine gun.
——But when facing Batman, this thing mainly played a psychological comfort role.
It was precisely because of this that when Batman kindly invited him to visit the Batcave half an hour ago, he quickly agreed to the other party's request.
Although he had to be blindfolded, blocked his ears, and then carried by Batman like a yo-yo in the middle of the high-rise buildings like Tarzan, he still walked into the Batcave conscious for the first time, didn't he?
"What are you hesitating about, Oswald?" The Penguin turned his head and saw Batman's ghostly figure appear beside him.
"..."
Hiss... Did Batman gather half of his body from the shadow just now?
It was as if some black fine sand made up his body... Did I see it wrong?
Batman's expression was a little strange, as if he was enduring some pain.
He reached out and patted Penguin's shoulder. Penguin confirmed that it was a human hand, which made him feel a little relieved.
"Let's go."
Penguin continued to move forward nervously. What exactly did Batman want to find him for?
Will he torture him later?
As he walked, a scene began to emerge in Penguin's mind: he was tied to a cross naked by Batman, and his fat belly was whipped by Batman with dozens of blood marks.
Batman grabbed his hair with one hand, dripped candles on his belly, and shouted "Speak or not", but he was gagged with a ball gag and couldn't say a word...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Why don't you leave?"
"Yes, I'm sorry!!!"
"?"
After turning around the dark corridor, the ferocious giant dinosaur and the dark blue bat computer finally appeared in front of Penguin.
He widened his eyes and saw the person standing in front of the computer...
That person, she is...
"Harley Quinn? How could it be you???" Penguin almost bit his tongue: "Why are you in the Batcave?"
He looked around.
"Poison Ivy? Killer Croc? And you, I remember you, you are Deadshot... Cheshire Cat, the famous rookie mercenary..."
He turned his eyes to the ventriloquist who was squatting next to him and trying to disguise himself as a dog: "Arnold?"
"Hey, isn't this Oswald! Oh - you wrinkled little prickly pear, how are you doing tonight?"
Harley happily turned over in the seat that belonged to Batman:
"No matter how you are doing, I'm having a great night anyway!"
She climbed upside down on the operating table of the Batcomputer, then took out a recorder and pressed it, and then the recorder came out with the audio of Batman that was obviously spliced by her:
"I, Batman, just want to have sex with bats!"
Harley said: "Try this again!"
She pressed the recorder twice again.
"Bat→computer will obey →Harley's →orders immediately!"
Nothing happened.
The Penguin looked at a weirdo wearing a candle head mask carrying a tray of food and said in a weird British accent:
"I'm afraid I have to remind you, Miss Quinn, if you want to give voice commands to the Batcomputer, you must first say 'Hey, Batcomputer!'"
"Ah, I can't stand it."
Poison Ivy slapped her forehead.
She manipulated the green plants to lift Harley Quinn, who was saying "Thank you, candle head weirdo, but I want to eat pizza" while stuffing a sandwich into her mouth, upside down from the Batcomputer and threw it next to Killer Croc who was feasting on the table next to her:
"That's enough, Harley! Maybe enough beef and roast suckling pig can fill your mouth."
"Do you want to eat beef legs?" Killer Croc said.
The Penguin felt that the world was really crazy today.
"Oh, Batman, I forgot to tell you something last time. Dog Welder has been missing since the last massacre in the swamp, and I haven't found him."
The Penguin saw Robin sliding over on a sliding chair: "But it's not important anyway, right?"
He took a big piece of roast chicken in his hand, took a bite, then pushed off the ground and slid away again.
The ventriloquist squatted beside him, with a bowl of barbecue in front of him.
Death Shooter sat at another temporary table, enjoying a Western meal elegantly. Seeing the Penguin's eyes sweeping over, he even raised his glass to greet him.
"How... that..." The Penguin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but what he wanted to say was stuck in his trachea.
"Relax, Oswald... We have something more important to talk about."
Chen Tao brought him a glass of champagne: "Would you like a drink?"
The Penguin took it in a daze.
Chen Tao organized his words: "Well, this time I mainly called you here, hoping that you can help sell out the Scarecrow."
"..."
"Impossible!" The Penguin's messy mind immediately sobered up.
He said: "Don't you know the relationship between Scarecrow and me?"
"He is my beloved friend, brother ally!"
The fat dwarf said righteously: "How can I sell him out?"
Killer Croc looked at the scene in front of him with interest.
Three minutes later.
"Your bank card has been credited - 500 million"
The Penguin read the bank account message calmly, and he coughed as if nothing had happened.
"I can help you trick Scarecrow."
The Penguin stated the facts and reasoned: "But the problem is that Scarecrow is not a fool, and he is not my subordinate who can be summoned and dismissed at will."
"Batman, why do you believe that Scarecrow can be tricked out by me?"
He said: "After all, Klein is a cunning madman. If you go to him without a legitimate reason, you will only alert the enemy."