The Penguin - Batman: Arkham City

Batcomputer Database: 

Information

Real Name: Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
Occupation: Black Market Racketeer
Based In: Gotham City
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height: 4 ft 10 in
Weight: 175 Ibs
First Appearance: Detective Comics #58 (December 1941)

Bio

The Penguin is an eccentric criminal mastermind known for his shady business dealings. Born into the wealthy Cobblepot family, Oswald was sent overseas for school as a boy. When his family hit hard times, Cobblepot immersed himself in a criminal education on the streets of London.

Years later, he re-emerged as the Penguin, a black-market arms dealer in Gotham, facilitating the illegal financial activities that fund much of the city's underworld.

The Penguin seems to be prospering within Arkham City as the leader of its emerging black market

Attributes

• Criminal and financial mastermind
• Expert hand-to-hand combatant
• Mercilessly cruel
• Various underworld connections

Audio Logs: 

Tape One

Penguin: I'm only doing this as a courtesy, Strange. Don't think you've beaten me.

Hugo Strange: I just thought we could both benefit from a little talk, Mr. Cobblepot.

Penguin: Don't try that psycho mumbo jumbo with me, Strange. I'm not like the other crazies.

Hugo Strange: Of course not, after all, considering the... challenges you've faced...

Penguin: Challenges? What freakin' challenges? You're not better than me. No one is. I own this place.

Hugo Strange: Well, to be clear, I allow you certain freedoms, but let's continue. Why do you feel the need to own anything? I believe it is a mechanism to compensate for some childhood inadequacy. You were friends with the Waynes, correct?

Penguin: I was, 'till someone did the world a favour and blew the brains out of little Wayne's self-righteous parents. I was laughing for weeks. It still brings a smile to my face.

Hugo Strange: And you think that's OK?

Penguin: OK? No, I don't think it's OK. I think it's bloody hysterical. That family destroyed mine. What happened to them, well, it couldn't have happened to nicer people.

Tape Two

Hugo Strange: Take a seat, Mr. Cobblepot.

Penguin: What is it now, Strange?

Hugo Strange: I wanted to talk about your apparent hatred of the Waynes. Your outburst last time was most interesting.

Penguin: It's simple, really. I don't like the snivelling little bastard. Look at him. All high and mighty because someone killed mummy and daddy.

Hugo Strange: Most people look upon him with sympathy.

Penguin: No they don't. They're jealous. Jealous of his money, his cars, his women. He lost the sympathy vote when he vanished for all those years. I can't tell you how much I hoped he was visiting his dear mom and dad.

Hugo Strange: Where do you suppose he went?

Penguin: How am I supposed to know?

Hugo Strange: Let us move on then.

Penguin: No. It's time that you do something for me.

Hugo Strange: And what is that?

Penguin: Here's a list.

Tape Three

Penguin: I thought I told you, Strange, no more little questions until you give me what I want.

Hugo Strange: Take a look, Mr. Cobblepot. Here is a purchase order for the various firearms you require. I must say, you chose an exotic selection.

Penguin: I only take the best.

Hugo Strange: A wise strategy.

Penguin: So, what's yours?

Hugo Strange: Excuse me?

Penguin: What are you up to? Why would you give me, me of all people, guns, explosives... all this stuff?

Hugo Strange: Arkham City is an experiment, Mr. Cobblepot, a new way of thinking. We've separated you from society so I am more than willing to study the results if you all just decide to kill each other. Besides, your feud with the Joker is intriguing.

Penguin: I was here first. I bought my museum and the Iceberg Lounge fair and square. It was you and that mayor who stuck us all together.

Hugo Strange: Again, you refer to owning things. Quite fascinating. I believe we gave you the opportunity to leave.

Penguin: And take over my turf? Never.

Tape Four

Hugo Strange: Good evening Mr. Cobblepot. I trust you received the second delivery.

Penguin: Yeah, I did. I don't know what you did to those dribbling monkeys, Strange, but they were perfect.

Hugo Strange: I'm glad. It appears that we can both help each other.

Penguin: If you say so. I suppose it doesn't hurt that by the time I'm done with 'em, they're usually in too many pieces for anyone to suspect what you are really getting up to in those rooms of yours.

Hugo Strange: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Penguin: Of course not. So, Hugo, the clown, is he really dying?

Hugo Strange: It appears so. Self-inflicted, of course, but yes he is. He has Mister Freeze working on a potential cure, but I am sure neither of us wants him to get his hands on it, do we?

Tape Five

Penguin: We're ready.

Hugo Strange: Good. Now, one last thing. Your face.

Penguin: It's beautiful, isn't it?

Hugo Strange: The eye? I believe it was the result of a bar brawl, correct?

Penguin: The toe-rag got lucky. He got his though. He took my eye, I took both of his. Left him trying to walk across the Gotham Freeway at rush hour. Hilarious.

Hugo Strange: You're a rich man, Mr. Cobblepot. You could have had that glass removed.

Penguin: They said it was impossible. And what the hell, I think it gives me a... more unique look. Know what I mean? Now, where is Freeze?

Hugo Strange: He's right here, in the room next door. You can take him with you. Are you familiar with the term Napoleon complex?

Penguin: No. What is it?

Hugo Strange: It's nothing. Oh, and one last thing. Here is a list of ten prisoners I believe work for you.

Penguin: Yeah, so what? Do you want to saw their heads open and scoop out their brains too?

Hugo Strange: No. I just thought you'd like to know that they are all in the employ of the GCPD.

Penguin: What?!

Hugo Strange: I believe you know what to do to them. I don't like being spied on, Mr. Cobblepot. Goodnight.