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Chapter 818
chapter 0342 part 3
With Tony Stark's comfort, Natasha Romanoff finally felt much better. She then looked at the Golf Cart driving ahead and asked curiously, "Tony, why don't we just find Batman and explain that this is all a misunderstanding? After all, in DC Comics, Batman and the Justice League he represents have always been on the side of Justice!"
Tony Stark was silent for a moment: "We can't Trust Things from comics. And whether Bruce Wayne is a good person or not, the Pym Particles and Ant-Man Suit cannot fall into his hands. We can't gamble the Safety of our Universe on one person's character, even though he is Batman!"
"I understand!" Natasha Romanoff nodded.
Tony Stark looked at the Golf Cart not far away, watching the back of the person in the Driver's seat. His gaze was a bit deep. There was another reason Tony Stark didn't tell Natasha Romanoff.
He saw a reflection of himself in Bruce Wayne. He had a feeling that they were the same kind of person.
Even if they revealed their identity, given Batman's personality of guarding against everything, he would definitely secretly keep a Backup of the Pym Particles as a Contingency Plan, in case he researched and developed quantum travel.
Considering the endless Super Villains that appear in DC Comics, who knows, maybe one day this Technology would fall into the hands of those Super Villains, and their already ravaged Universe would become even more dangerous.
Therefore, they absolutely had to retrieve the Ant-Man Suit and Pym Particles this time. Tony Stark stared intently at Bruce Wayne.
His Gaze was so Burning that Bruce Wayne, holding the Steering Wheel, subconsciously turned his Head. Behind him, besides a patch of Bushes and Flowers too short to hide in, it was empty. There wasn't even half a figure.
Gotham City's Canary Restaurant. At noon, there was an endless stream of diners.
"Today's pasta is Lemon and vanilla soup with squid ravioli, sheep's milk shortbread, and arugula Caesar salad. The main courses are swordfish terrine with onion Jam, medium-rare roasted quail breast with blackberry sauce, sorrel-filled baked pie, grilled wild rabbit meat on a base of French Fries, and red snapper with violet and pine nut base."
A waiter in a white uniform and black tie, with a humble and polite Smile, announced today's special dishes. The background sound was a melodious violin played live.
Looking around, under the soft Lights, gentlemen in Suits were meticulously styled, their Watches inadvertently peeking out from their cuffs, displaying their function of showing off wealth in addition to telling Time.
As for the ladies, they were dressed up elaborately, smiling sweetly. Wearing black lace gloves, they took out slender ladies' Cigarettes from cigarette cases, lit them, and tossed their hair back, revealing their slender, fair collarbones to the gentlemen.
In a corner of the Canary Restaurant, in a spot with the widest view, behind a dining table, a fat-looking Middle-Aged Man was surrounded by a group who were clearly Gang members.
This Man was wearing a Tuxedo Suit and a Pitch black top hat. He had a fat build and a severely hunched back. His Head was pointed at the top and wide at the bottom, like a Squash. His extremely sharp hooked nose almost touched his lips, and a gold-rimmed monocle was perched on the bridge of his nose.
Yet, no one in the Restaurant dared to mock this Man's appearance. No one even dared to take an extra look in that Direction, lest it cause him a misunderstanding.
The Penguin, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, a born deformed child, was born into the gradually declining Cobblepot Family. Starting as an Umbrella Boy, through intrigue and scheming, open strife and veiled struggle, factionalism and exclusion, stepping on Skeletal Remains step by step, he finally climbed to the position of leader of the Gotham Gangs. His inspirational level could be called the Gotham version of Helen Keller.
After becoming the rule maker of the Gotham Underworld, the Penguin didn't rest on his laurels. He entered the business world, transforming the originally messy and dilapidated slums into the Diamond District, symbolizing high-end leisure and entertainment. His Iceberg Lounge was even the city's premier Luxury consumption venue—and this was just a Cover for money laundering.
Later, the Penguin entered politics. Relying on means of political maneuvering like wooing and bribing, blackmail and Threats, as well as carefully packaged campaign slogans, he quickly won the previous Gotham City Mayor election.
However, times changed. This Mr. Cobblepot, who combined sinister cruelty with solemn majesty, was still defeated by Batman, pulled down from the Mayor's Throne, and locked into Arkham Asylum.
After his Subordinate found a way to get him out, the Penguin, feeling he was outdated, gradually retired. He no longer cared about Gang affairs, just staying in his own Territory to live out his retirement peacefully, regularly appearing in his Territory every day, eating meals, and listening to music.
At this moment, judging by the Gang members standing before the Penguin's table, trembling with fear like schoolchildren being punished for making mistakes and not daring to breathe loudly, this Penguin's Influence in the Gotham City Underworld had not weakened in the slightest.
"I heard my Bar was trashed last night! I need an Explanation. Could it be that Gotham City has forgotten the Cobblepot Family?"
Sweat poured down the Forehead of a Bald Big man standing beside him. He bowed ninety degrees: "Leader, it's not that we didn't want to intervene, it was that crazy woman Harley Quinn. She got into a fight with a Woman in the Bar!"
"Harley Quinn..." The Penguin scratched his fat double chin. "Who was the Woman fighting her? Was she caught?"
The Penguin was still quite fearful of Harley Quinn, or rather, the Madman Behind her. After all, he had many Industries in Gotham, and that Madman who liked playing with explosions had no scruples.
It wasn't that he was cowardly, he just didn't want to wake up one day and receive a Time Bomb.
However, the Penguin naturally couldn't show any cowardice in front of his Subordinate. He subtly steered the conversation to the other Woman.
The Bald Big man quietly wiped the sweat from his Head: "Leader, the Woman fighting Harley Quinn was Catwoman. You know, there have always been rumors on the streets that she's Batman's mistress, so we, we..."
"So you just watched my Bar get trashed by the two of them!"
At the mention of Batman, the Penguin felt a surge of annoyance. The little Lamb on the Plate in front of him was mangled by his Knife and Fork, which scraped against the porcelain, making harsh sounds.
The Leader beside him all lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Penguin, whose face was gradually turning ferocious!
"Why were they Fighting? It can't be that they were fighting over a man!"
"It was a string of White Beads! The two of them fought fiercely. Harley Quinn pulled Catwoman's hair loose, and Catwoman scratched several marks on Harley Quinn's face—"
The reason those guarding the Territory didn't intervene was partly because watching two beautiful women rolling around and Fighting together was a small part of it. After all, what Man could refuse the sight of two beautiful women wrestling together, pulling clothes and grabbing hair?
"White Beads, jewelry!" The Penguin's eyes narrowed.
"Leader, Catwoman is an extremely picky jewel thief. The Value of the Things she sets her sights on...!" A Leader stepped forward and said.
"And I heard that Harley Quinn was dumped by that person!"
"Is that Information accurate?"
"It's said that Harley Quinn said it herself after getting drunk!"
Hearing his Subordinate's words, the Knife and Fork in the Penguin's hand paused. His eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed on his monocle. "Send out our men, find Harley Quinn! I want that string of beads. In Gotham City, no one can trash my Territory! Not even the Joker!"
(end of chapter)
With Tony Stark's comfort, Natasha Romanoff finally felt much better. She then looked at the Golf Cart driving ahead and asked curiously, "Tony, why don't we just find Batman and explain that this is all a misunderstanding? After all, in DC Comics, Batman and the Justice League he represents have always been on the side of Justice!"
Tony Stark was silent for a moment: "We can't Trust Things from comics. And whether Bruce Wayne is a good person or not, the Pym Particles and Ant-Man Suit cannot fall into his hands. We can't gamble the Safety of our Universe on one person's character, even though he is Batman!"
"I understand!" Natasha Romanoff nodded.
Tony Stark looked at the Golf Cart not far away, watching the back of the person in the Driver's seat. His gaze was a bit deep. There was another reason Tony Stark didn't tell Natasha Romanoff.
He saw a reflection of himself in Bruce Wayne. He had a feeling that they were the same kind of person.
Even if they revealed their identity, given Batman's personality of guarding against everything, he would definitely secretly keep a Backup of the Pym Particles as a Contingency Plan, in case he researched and developed quantum travel.
Considering the endless Super Villains that appear in DC Comics, who knows, maybe one day this Technology would fall into the hands of those Super Villains, and their already ravaged Universe would become even more dangerous.
Therefore, they absolutely had to retrieve the Ant-Man Suit and Pym Particles this time. Tony Stark stared intently at Bruce Wayne.
His Gaze was so Burning that Bruce Wayne, holding the Steering Wheel, subconsciously turned his Head. Behind him, besides a patch of Bushes and Flowers too short to hide in, it was empty. There wasn't even half a figure.
Gotham City's Canary Restaurant. At noon, there was an endless stream of diners.
"Today's pasta is Lemon and vanilla soup with squid ravioli, sheep's milk shortbread, and arugula Caesar salad. The main courses are swordfish terrine with onion Jam, medium-rare roasted quail breast with blackberry sauce, sorrel-filled baked pie, grilled wild rabbit meat on a base of French Fries, and red snapper with violet and pine nut base."
A waiter in a white uniform and black tie, with a humble and polite Smile, announced today's special dishes. The background sound was a melodious violin played live.
Looking around, under the soft Lights, gentlemen in Suits were meticulously styled, their Watches inadvertently peeking out from their cuffs, displaying their function of showing off wealth in addition to telling Time.
As for the ladies, they were dressed up elaborately, smiling sweetly. Wearing black lace gloves, they took out slender ladies' Cigarettes from cigarette cases, lit them, and tossed their hair back, revealing their slender, fair collarbones to the gentlemen.
In a corner of the Canary Restaurant, in a spot with the widest view, behind a dining table, a fat-looking Middle-Aged Man was surrounded by a group who were clearly Gang members.
This Man was wearing a Tuxedo Suit and a Pitch black top hat. He had a fat build and a severely hunched back. His Head was pointed at the top and wide at the bottom, like a Squash. His extremely sharp hooked nose almost touched his lips, and a gold-rimmed monocle was perched on the bridge of his nose.
Yet, no one in the Restaurant dared to mock this Man's appearance. No one even dared to take an extra look in that Direction, lest it cause him a misunderstanding.
The Penguin, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, a born deformed child, was born into the gradually declining Cobblepot Family. Starting as an Umbrella Boy, through intrigue and scheming, open strife and veiled struggle, factionalism and exclusion, stepping on Skeletal Remains step by step, he finally climbed to the position of leader of the Gotham Gangs. His inspirational level could be called the Gotham version of Helen Keller.
After becoming the rule maker of the Gotham Underworld, the Penguin didn't rest on his laurels. He entered the business world, transforming the originally messy and dilapidated slums into the Diamond District, symbolizing high-end leisure and entertainment. His Iceberg Lounge was even the city's premier Luxury consumption venue—and this was just a Cover for money laundering.
Later, the Penguin entered politics. Relying on means of political maneuvering like wooing and bribing, blackmail and Threats, as well as carefully packaged campaign slogans, he quickly won the previous Gotham City Mayor election.
However, times changed. This Mr. Cobblepot, who combined sinister cruelty with solemn majesty, was still defeated by Batman, pulled down from the Mayor's Throne, and locked into Arkham Asylum.
After his Subordinate found a way to get him out, the Penguin, feeling he was outdated, gradually retired. He no longer cared about Gang affairs, just staying in his own Territory to live out his retirement peacefully, regularly appearing in his Territory every day, eating meals, and listening to music.
At this moment, judging by the Gang members standing before the Penguin's table, trembling with fear like schoolchildren being punished for making mistakes and not daring to breathe loudly, this Penguin's Influence in the Gotham City Underworld had not weakened in the slightest.
"I heard my Bar was trashed last night! I need an Explanation. Could it be that Gotham City has forgotten the Cobblepot Family?"
Sweat poured down the Forehead of a Bald Big man standing beside him. He bowed ninety degrees: "Leader, it's not that we didn't want to intervene, it was that crazy woman Harley Quinn. She got into a fight with a Woman in the Bar!"
"Harley Quinn..." The Penguin scratched his fat double chin. "Who was the Woman fighting her? Was she caught?"
The Penguin was still quite fearful of Harley Quinn, or rather, the Madman Behind her. After all, he had many Industries in Gotham, and that Madman who liked playing with explosions had no scruples.
It wasn't that he was cowardly, he just didn't want to wake up one day and receive a Time Bomb.
However, the Penguin naturally couldn't show any cowardice in front of his Subordinate. He subtly steered the conversation to the other Woman.
The Bald Big man quietly wiped the sweat from his Head: "Leader, the Woman fighting Harley Quinn was Catwoman. You know, there have always been rumors on the streets that she's Batman's mistress, so we, we..."
"So you just watched my Bar get trashed by the two of them!"
At the mention of Batman, the Penguin felt a surge of annoyance. The little Lamb on the Plate in front of him was mangled by his Knife and Fork, which scraped against the porcelain, making harsh sounds.
The Leader beside him all lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Penguin, whose face was gradually turning ferocious!
"Why were they Fighting? It can't be that they were fighting over a man!"
"It was a string of White Beads! The two of them fought fiercely. Harley Quinn pulled Catwoman's hair loose, and Catwoman scratched several marks on Harley Quinn's face—"
The reason those guarding the Territory didn't intervene was partly because watching two beautiful women rolling around and Fighting together was a small part of it. After all, what Man could refuse the sight of two beautiful women wrestling together, pulling clothes and grabbing hair?
"White Beads, jewelry!" The Penguin's eyes narrowed.
"Leader, Catwoman is an extremely picky jewel thief. The Value of the Things she sets her sights on...!" A Leader stepped forward and said.
"And I heard that Harley Quinn was dumped by that person!"
"Is that Information accurate?"
"It's said that Harley Quinn said it herself after getting drunk!"
Hearing his Subordinate's words, the Knife and Fork in the Penguin's hand paused. His eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed on his monocle. "Send out our men, find Harley Quinn! I want that string of beads. In Gotham City, no one can trash my Territory! Not even the Joker!"
(end of chapter)
