"If anyone can be said to represent the spirit of an entrepreneurial generation, the man to beat for now is the charismatic Edward Nygma. Taking the tech world by storm and becoming one of the most watched men in Gotham. What’s most galling about it is that the guy is only 23 years old." The Penguin read aloud as flipper snipped his beak at Edward and squawked. Penguin was perched on his battered old chair, holding a well worn article in his hand. "He is on a mission, preaching the Gospel of salvation through the personal computer..."
It was quite the article. Very glowing. Lots of pictures of handsome Edward, posing in front of cameras. Lots of people around him. Him at a Wayne fundraiser. Edward was talk of the town and he was only 23.
A bright, amazing mind. Clearly. Though no one was infallible.
That was why Edward Nygma was currently sitting in a sewer, surrounded by penguins.
"You really are very loved. I envy you, Mr Nygma."
When a penguin squawked in his face, the spirit of an entrepreneurial generation yelped in fear and looked around, clearly freaked out. He sat up and tried to process what was happening, eyes wide as he realised that the voice he was hearing came from a man who, frankly, looked completely unhinged. The surroundings didn't help whatsoever, even less so just how worn the article that was being read to him looked.
He swallowed, his mind trying to reason his way through the threat of panic. None of this made much sense. He was in the sewer. There were penguins. There was a man who looked disturbingly like a penguin talking to him. Honestly, the more information he gathered, the more it freaked him out, so he decided to focus on the conversation.
"...it's not that enviable. Comes with downsides." Such as this, for example. Insane sewer dwellers kidnapping him, that was a major downside.
"You seem unsettled. Don't be. Relax, no one wants to hurt you." Penguin assured him and then paused, smiling as he cocked his head to the side. "Yet." As long as he wasn't mean or rude, he had a good chance of living. Somewhat. He looked at his penguin brethrens and then back to Edward. "They won't hurt you. They're just interested. They don't often get to see people alive down here."
Oswald pulled himself up from his rickety old chair and limped his way towards Edward, coming to stand in front of him. He was a small, sickly looking man. Pale, red rimmed eyes and, yeah, he had a penguin look about him. Right down to the suit he was wearing.
"Entrepreneur, genius, playboy. I have high hopes for you. I assume you're a smart man, yes?" The Penguin smiled and as he did, something black oozed from between his teeth and dribbled down him.
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It was quite the article. Very glowing. Lots of pictures of handsome Edward, posing in front of cameras. Lots of people around him. Him at a Wayne fundraiser. Edward was talk of the town and he was only 23.
A bright, amazing mind. Clearly. Though no one was infallible.
That was why Edward Nygma was currently sitting in a sewer, surrounded by penguins.
"You really are very loved. I envy you, Mr Nygma."
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He swallowed, his mind trying to reason his way through the threat of panic. None of this made much sense. He was in the sewer. There were penguins. There was a man who looked disturbingly like a penguin talking to him. Honestly, the more information he gathered, the more it freaked him out, so he decided to focus on the conversation.
"...it's not that enviable. Comes with downsides." Such as this, for example. Insane sewer dwellers kidnapping him, that was a major downside.
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Oswald pulled himself up from his rickety old chair and limped his way towards Edward, coming to stand in front of him. He was a small, sickly looking man. Pale, red rimmed eyes and, yeah, he had a penguin look about him. Right down to the suit he was wearing.
"Entrepreneur, genius, playboy. I have high hopes for you. I assume you're a smart man, yes?" The Penguin smiled and as he did, something black oozed from between his teeth and dribbled down him.