Penguin looked out across the Casino. His Casino. He saw gang members and hit men and mob bosses all coming together. Now that Batman was dead that’s all Gotham's underworld seemed to do. Drink and gamble and party. This had seemed great at first but now Penguin found himself longing for…… “No!! Don’t say it!!” He kept telling himself. He knew deep down that all he wanted was some sort of competition. Something to keep everything from being so dull. He scoured his Casino looking for something, anything, to keep his mind off the recent dullness of things.
And that was when he saw him.
A small, Ginger boy with a camera loudly asking questions to burly hit men. Penguin recognized this boy. His name was Ralph Robins, an investigative reporter for the Gotham Gazette, he had moved to Gotham after the story about President Luthor that he had written for the Daily Planet had failed horribly. Penguin approached the boy, armed with one of his trick umbrellas and a fake smile.
“Ah. The great reporter.” The penguin said mockingly. “I’m afraid there is no Scandal here in the Iceberg Casino.”
“Oh, really?” Questioned Ralph. He knew something.
“Really.” The Penguin confirmed. “But since the famous reporter is here, maybe I could give you a drink, on the house, of course.” It was a long shot, but maybe bribery would work against the young reporter.

“NO!!” Yelled Ralph. The boy had started to draw a crowd. “Your money won’t work against me, Cobblepot! I know what you did to those tramps. You didn't think that anyone would notice, did you. You didn't think that they would find out that you were feeding them to Solomon Grundy!!”
Penguin looked around. A small, gawking crowd had gathered. But Ralph was young and clearly over-excited. He could be taken care of.
“Now listen hear boy..” Penguin pulled Ralph close and whispered in his ear. “You can’t just come in here and accuse me of feeding filthy hobos to a monster”
“And why’s that?” Ralph inquired. The crowd had grown larger. Penguin realized what had to be done. “Security!” He yelled and seconds later two burly bodyguards pushed through the baffled crowd.
“Ah, guards.” Said Penguin slyly. “Please show Mr Robins here to Mr Grundy.”
“Of course .” Said one of the guards as Robins was beaten and carried through the casino to the back room.

Penguin heard Ralph Pleading. Trying to offer Grundy riches that he had no use for. Then Penguin heard screaming and the crunching of teeth against bone.

And then the screaming stopped.

Raimundo Ponciano sits in his office at Ponciano Constructs, reading the Gotham News. Headlines were still about the Bat's death. Clearly GCPD had tried to keep media coverage on it, but news of that size spread out. Personally, the Bat's death didn't touch Raimundo in way or another. The freak never bothered his business that much as it chased after other freaks this city is full. But he took some work load off the GCPD shoulders. Now they need to survive those freaks alone, which means their resources are spread even more thinly than before.
And that suits Raimundo just fine. The chaos of post-Gang Wars have finally cooled down. The Cartel has got back up on it's feet. And now since there is vacuum in undergrounds pecking order, maybe it's best time for Cartel to spread out. There is shipment coming on the harbor from good ol' México later this week. Guys at the docks have been bribed and informant says there shouldn't be any GCPD checks.
Aah, México. I hope they bring souvenirs too. That crap locals call salsa is a spit at my mothers face.

"Senor Ponciano, Mister Roberson has arrived." Voice of secretary coming from intercom cuts Raimundos thoughts. There is no rest for the businessmen.

As joker sat with what seemed like a frown Harley walked in. "What's wrong Mr.J?" Joker looked at Harley and said "He's dead Harley. What's my purpose now?" Harley looked at him shocked "Why to be the biggest baddest criminal is the world of course." Joker nodded and said "Go away harley" Harley left and said "Clayface boss said to change into him take some men and break out any criminals at arkham. I'll go to Penguins lounge and see what he's up to." Clayface nodded and walked away.

As Gladium Rex sat down in a room carved into the cave, Satis and Noctiu came in. "Magni ducis (Great Leader), we have word of multiple gangs trying to stake there claim on Gotham" stated Noctiu to Gladium. "Oh my, like I care about what the bats old enemies do, I am the Nightmare, the Bat never fought me, Unlike those old goons like the bird thing and the clown I am here and I am young, I will destroy them if they dare oppose me" stated the Gladium back. Noctiu walked back farther into the cave and Satis walked closer to Gladium. "Sir, we have only 40 followers, if we want to stake our claim on the land the fallen Batman once held safe then we must get more members or find more gear" stated Satis. "Then I know what I must do, get 3 other people, You, me, and Noctiu are going to find the fallen Bats cave" stated Gladium to his follower.

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.

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.

Nightmare was running across the rooftops with Karajan and Ursa a bit behind. Ursa was wearing his costume, based off a grizzly bear, and so was Karajan, which looked like a skeleton. The group had one mission, find the Batcave and take control of the Bats unmanaged weapons. Soon, Nightmare would rule Gotham and form the first Real Utopia. Nightmare was searching high and low, hoping to find a clue.

Around 10 minutes later, they where outside of the city when suddenly Nightmare found a cave that was coming out through a hill. Nightmare, being the Cave Explorer that he is, motioned his 2 followers to go with him into the cave.

Let us say what they saw was batty.