Gotham Penguin Riddler Novels & Stories

- Said Penguin. – But did you notice something, Joker? - Questioned Poison Ivy. - What, dear? – Asked the clown. - We haven't seen him in weeks. - Said the green woman. - You, like all of us, know that what we have here is not the original. Poison said. - And you know he doesn't kill. - Said Crocodile. - But we don't know about this new one. - Said Riddler. - He had thousands of opportunities to kill you and he didn't, and it was free. - Said Penguin. “Because he would kill an innocent even now for money.

He excused himself from the meeting and led me to a quiet corner of the dining room. "This is a letter," I began, pointing to letters from The Raven. "It shows that Gray and Blackwood were part of something bigger. There's a bigger connection at play here." Nathan frowned mentally and studied the letter. "The Raven... I've heard that name before. It's a nickname for someone who is shady underground, who orchestrates high-level criminal activity but never gets directly involved." A chill ran down my spine. "So Gray and Blackwood were just pawns?"

His wolf began pacing inside of him. "His name's Gandhi. Former cop. Very experienced and dangerous," Hacker replied after his fingers had typed rapidly across the keys. "I want his address," Venom demanded, his eyes hard as steel. Hacker hesitated, then nodded. "I can get it for you." Venom simply nodded, his expression unchanged. The others exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the new level of tension. "Here it is, Venom," Hacker said, turning his laptop so his Alpha could see the address.

He was breathing more rapidly as he sat his half-eaten plate of food aside. “That’s an easy one. I noticed on one of the ransom videos the kidnapper had a white rabbit tattoo on his wrist. It’s the symbol for the psycho gang. I was pretty fuckin’ sure, their King Pin had not approved your kidnapping. I pleaded for my father’s help. He started asking around. Got me a meeting with The Mad Hatter. And the rest is history.”

Hagrid shrieked wildly, the metal chains rattling erratically as the guards tossed him back and forth like a jackrabbit. “GREAT WOLVES OF GOTHAM! WE ARE GATHERED HERE TO WITNESS THE EXECUTION OF THIS OLF WHO DARED INTRUDE ONOUR NOBLE PACK!” I roared as wolves rushed to surround us in the gritty foyer, their eyes appearing black and shiny in the halo of the light from their fire-sticks.

Jack asked with an eyebrow raised, and I pointed my finger to the large yellow Stuart the Minion sitting on a bench. "Win it for me," I begged with the best puppy eyes I could muster. "Why don't I win it for you, Princess?" Liam said as he stood next to Jack. "Just like old times, eh, Jack? Where I always give your girls what they want and always win," he added with a slow smirk spreading on his lips. I was about to tell Jack not to bother, but he grabbed the water gun and handed the vendor a five-dollar bill while glaring at his brother. "Not this time, Liam."

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Here we go. The few that were there fell fast, our group did not have to do anything. Ryder, believing himself to be Batman, approached the door of the penthouse -where surely the kidnapped are and full of men pointing at the door waiting for us to enter- and, under the silence that warned that everything would soon change, he knocks on the door with the rhythm of a song. — Delivery has arrived! he exclaims. Only silence is heard from the other side. I strain my ears and hear the low sound of a charger.

Someone disguises as Pigeon, most likely, but I don’t know who it might be. "Pigeon?" I acted like I was confused about who the woman was. He looked up at me, the seriousness of his keen, deep-set darker shade brown orbs I can't read. "Pigeon is the well known legendary hacker who could hack technology-based things, and also a great thief," he replied as if he knew her.