Penguin sat down in his office. It had been a long day. 3 fights and that encounter with Ralph Robbins but all had been taken care of now. And no police had shown up, which was good, very good. Everything was good. But why, then, was this feeling of emptiness still inside Penguin? Why was he still longing for the Bat? WHY!!?
Penguin smashed his hands down on his desk and screamed. “WHY!?” He bellowed. Why did he miss the man that had made his life misery for so many years? Penguin turned on the TV to try and take his mind off things. A news report showed that Joker and his goons were raiding the asylum. How curious, thought Penguin, that Joker had apparently gotten over the death of the Batman so quickly. Penguin decided he needed fresh air, so he left his office and was about to set off on a walk.

And that’s when he saw her.
That thieving, lying, violent, hateful, manipulative, two-faced spawn of hell.

Harley Quinn.