Penguin Riddler Gotham Novels & Stories

I added in an attempt to lighten up the conversation. His hands moved to mine, and in a flash, he had me pinned to the wall once again, his left hand pinning both of mine above my head and his head placed in the crook of my neck. "I'm sorry," his voice was muffled as he kissed the sensitive spot. "Which one?" I asked, and he raised his head, his eyes meeting mine with understanding in them. "For leaving you half-fucked." "What are you going to do about it, Jack?" I whispered, my breath coming in short bursts.

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.

- 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.

Sh*t, Am I having heart problems? She shakes her head and growls, 'Whatever it was, that guy's bad news for sure. Best to avoid him.' She slings her bag in one arm and rummages through her table to find her favorite pen that Xav gave her three years ago. She grabs a sticky pad and doodles squiggly lines on it to test the ink. "Ugh, seriously?" She twists the base of the pen and swiftly refills it. "Aster, 5 seconds and I'm really leaving you behind!" Pollux shouted from the living room.

A penguin. I tilted my head slightly. “I’m gonna win you that one,” I said. Ryker blinked. “What?” “The penguin.” He looked at me, confused. “Why?” I smirked slightly. “Because of how you waddle after I fuck you senseless.” I whispered the last part. His mouth dropped open. “I do not waddle.” “You do.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “That’s rude.” “It’s accurate.” He huffed, crossing his arms slightly.

“Two days ago, one of my informants told me that several crates of weapons are being smuggled into Gotham in fishing crates. He also said they will be coming from Morland today on a frate from the Cobblepot fishing company.” “Did you say Cobblepot? Like Oswald Cobblepot.” “Yeah, that's the guy.” “What, you heard that name before?” “Yeah.” -*- Bullock and Gordon arrived at the docks during the cover of night. The cold salty air hovered around them. They approached the building carefully. Gordon and Bullock avoided being seen by the two guards at the entrance. Bullock peered into the window while Gordon stood guard. “Hey Gord. Is that Ricky right there?”

I laughed. “...(o_o)” he was so confused that I bust into laughter again. I felt proud of my villainous riddle and game. As a DC and Marvel hardcore fan, I have always loved the villains more than the heroes. And as such, my favorite villains were “The Riddler” and “The Joker”. “You can't do this!” the chief flared up in both fear and anger. He finally caught on the answer to the riddle. “Oh I can.” I said and grabbed his neck.

Under the silence in the room, suddenly, a knock on the door echoes, everyone in the room immediately tensed, as the door was opened without a permission. “...Good Afternoon, Gentlemen….and ladies…pardon my interruption……Please do not Mistake my politeness for…for a weakness, I am very much capable of killing everyone in this room….that means including you too…Mr.Panderson?…or..should I say…Little Lizard…hehehe…..”. “Careful…Miss Helen…Richard….that..is and Arc Lich…”. (Mr.Panderson)

I could see her trembling under his gaze, but she held her ground, playing the part of the fragile, righteous savior. I leaned casually against the fence, thoroughly enjoying the show. Penny might have been a master manipulator in Midnight Ridge Pack, but out here? Her tricks wouldn't work at all. Because I knew Xavier. I was a villain in others' eyes, but he wasn’t some noble-hearted hero either. Wearing black leather gloves, Xavier accepted the eagle from Penny’s hands. And in the very next second, he snapped its neck. The lifeless body landed at Penny’s feet with a sickening thud, splattering blood onto the pristine hem of her dress.