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* The discussion with the worm Cobblepot was tiresome. Why the Detective tolerates such a pedestrian thug in his realm was an enigma to the Demon's Head. Despite the tedium of verbally cowing the black marketer over the phone, there were a few things that were gleaned from the exchange.
First, the Penguin truly did not know that there was anything amiss with the rendezvous between Crane and his daughter.
Second, the fool revealed that the meeting occurred to the Detective. Despite the considerable sum they supplied him and the danger of crossing Ras Al Ghul, he divulged enough to make the Detective suspicious. The accursed homunculi's only fortune keeping him from immediate death was that greater matters were afoot.
In any case once the grand design is complete 'The Penguin' will be no more than a fading footnote in a history that no one will remember.
Nevertheless, matters have transpired that have forced the Demon's Head to take a personal hand in. Something he had wished to avoid. Someone will pay.
Cupping the silver rune etched bowl in his hands, he speaks the sacred words. Within the bowl a gold needle floats in blood, his blood. It's sharp point points unerringly northwest. Blood calls to blood. It is fortunate that it is his daughter he searches for. Alchemy like this would be a poor tool if it were anyone but a blood relation that he sought. As an afterthought, he reviews the other cautionary reagents he has prepared for this encounter and then brings his attention to the vehicle’s driver. *
"Continue northwest Ubu. Drive slowly, my daughter is close by.".
* Obediently, the giant turns the limousine down an alley. It’s sleek black form slices gracefully through the slums of Gotham. *
First, the Penguin truly did not know that there was anything amiss with the rendezvous between Crane and his daughter.
Second, the fool revealed that the meeting occurred to the Detective. Despite the considerable sum they supplied him and the danger of crossing Ras Al Ghul, he divulged enough to make the Detective suspicious. The accursed homunculi's only fortune keeping him from immediate death was that greater matters were afoot.
In any case once the grand design is complete 'The Penguin' will be no more than a fading footnote in a history that no one will remember.
Nevertheless, matters have transpired that have forced the Demon's Head to take a personal hand in. Something he had wished to avoid. Someone will pay.
Cupping the silver rune etched bowl in his hands, he speaks the sacred words. Within the bowl a gold needle floats in blood, his blood. It's sharp point points unerringly northwest. Blood calls to blood. It is fortunate that it is his daughter he searches for. Alchemy like this would be a poor tool if it were anyone but a blood relation that he sought. As an afterthought, he reviews the other cautionary reagents he has prepared for this encounter and then brings his attention to the vehicle’s driver. *
"Continue northwest Ubu. Drive slowly, my daughter is close by.".
* Obediently, the giant turns the limousine down an alley. It’s sleek black form slices gracefully through the slums of Gotham. *