nyslfriends Chapter 62 Planning
Chapter 62 Planning
Chapter 62 Planning
To be honest, this was the Penguin's first time visiting the Bat Cave.
For most of the past years, his interactions with Batman have been a two-step process:
Step 1: Batman barged into his office and, without a word, beat him unconscious. The process was extremely brutal and cruel, terrifying his henchmen who witnessed the entire ordeal.
Step 2: After the Penguin wakes up, he will usually find himself tied up at the Gotham City Police Department, with a file folder next to him filled with criminal evidence that Batman has collected.
This does not mean that during Batman's more than 10-year career as a hero, he was never occasionally thrown into the Batcave for temporary detention before entering the second stage;
But most of the time, he was either beaten black and blue or in shock, so he naturally had no mood or opportunity to examine the furnishings in the cave...
Damn it, once I start thinking about the past, this damned bat cave suddenly feels a bit eerie.
The Penguin gripped the umbrella in his hand; it was his weapon, containing deadly traps and deadly poison, and could even be used as a submachine gun.
But when facing Batman, this thing mainly serves as a psychological comfort.
That's why, when Batman kindly invited him to visit the Batcave half an hour earlier, he readily agreed to the invitation.
Even though he had to be blindfolded, have his ears plugged, and be carried around like a yo-yo by Batman among skyscrapers like Tarzan, it was still the first time he had entered the Batcave while fully conscious, wasn't it?
"What are you dawdling for, Oswald?" The Penguin turned his head and saw Batman's ghostly figure appear beside him.
"..."
Hmm... Did Batman just have half of his body come together from the shadows?
It was as if his body was made of fine black sand... Was I seeing things?
Batman's expression was somewhat strange, as if he were enduring some kind of pain.
He reached out and patted the penguin's shoulder. The penguin confirmed that it was a human hand, which reassured him a little.
"Let's go."
The Penguin continued forward anxiously. What did Batman want with him?
Are they going to interrogate him later?
As he walked, the Penguin began to picture a scene in his mind: he was naked and tied to a cross by Batman, his fat belly covered in dozens of bloody welts from Batman's whip.
Batman grabbed his hair, dripped candle wax onto his stomach, and shouted, "Talk or not!" But his mouth was gagged, and he couldn't utter a single word...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Why have you stopped?"
"Yes, I'm so sorry!!!"
"?"
After passing through a dark corridor, a ferocious giant dinosaur and a dark blue bat computer finally appeared in front of the penguin.
His eyes widened as he saw the person standing in front of the computer...
That person, she is...
"Harley Quinn? What are you doing here???" The Penguin nearly bit his tongue. "What are you doing in the Batcave?"
He looked around.
"Poison Ivy? Killer Croc? And you, I remember you, you're Deathshot... Cheshire Cat, the famous rookie mercenary..."
His gaze shifted to the ventriloquist crouching beside him, trying to disguise himself as a dog: "Arnold?"
"Hey, isn't this Oswald! Oh—you wrinkled little prickly pear, how was your evening?"
Harley Quinn happily did a somersault in Batman's seat:
"No matter how your night went, I had a fantastic night!"
She climbed upside down onto the Batcomputer's control panel, then pulled out a recorder, pressed a button, and immediately the recorder played an audio clip of Batman that was clearly pieced together by her:
"I, Batman, am going to have sex with Batmen!"
Harley said, "Try this one too!"
She pressed the recorder twice more.
"The bat—the computer—immediately obeys—Harley's—commands!"
Nothing happened.
The penguin watched as a strange man wearing a candle hood approached carrying a tray of food, and said in a peculiar British accent:
"I'm afraid I have to remind you, Miss Quinn, that if you want to give voice commands to Batcomputer, you must first say, 'Hey, Batcomputer!'"
"Ugh, I can't take it anymore."
Poison Ivy slapped her forehead.
She manipulated the green plants to lift Harley Quinn upside down from the Batcomputer, who was stuffing a sandwich into her mouth while saying, "Thank you, Candlehead Monster," and tossed her onto the nearby table next to Killer Croc, who was feasting on a sandwich.
"That's enough, Harley! Maybe enough beef and roast suckling pig will shut you up."
"Would you like some beef shank?" Killer Crocodile asked.
The penguin thinks the world has gone completely mad today.
"Oh, right, Batman, there's something I forgot to tell you last time. The Weld Dog has been missing ever since the swamp massacre, and I haven't been able to find him."
The Penguin saw Robin slide over in his sliding chair: "But anyway, it's not important, right?"
He was holding a large piece of roasted chicken, took a bite, then pushed off the ground with his foot and slid away.
The ventriloquist squatted to the side, with a bowl of roasted meat on the ground in front of him.
Deathshooter sat at another makeshift table, elegantly enjoying his Western meal. When the Penguin's gaze swept over, he even raised his glass in a toast.
"What's going on... um..." The penguin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but what he wanted to say got stuck in his trachea.
"Relax, Oswald...we need to talk about some more important things."
Chen Tao handed him a glass of champagne: "Would you like something to drink?"
The penguin accepted it without really understanding what was going on.
Chen Tao organized his thoughts: "Well, the main reason I called you here is that I hope you can help sell out the scarecrow."
"..."
"Impossible!" The penguin's somewhat chaotic mind immediately cleared up.
He said, "Don't you know my relationship with the scarecrow?"
"He's my dearest friend, my brother and ally!"
The chubby dwarf declared righteously, "How could I betray him?"
Killer Crocodile watched the scene unfold with great interest.
Three minutes later.
"Your bank account has received 500 million!"
Penguin calmly read the bank transfer notification, then coughed lightly as if nothing had happened.
"I can help you trick the scarecrow."
The Penguin presented the facts and reasoned: "But the problem is, the Scarecrow isn't stupid, nor is he a subordinate I can summon and dismiss at will."
"Batman, what makes you think I can trick the Scarecrow into coming out so easily?"
He said, "After all, Klein is a cunning madman. Going to him without a legitimate reason will only alert him."
(End of this chapter)