Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Jul 14, 2023 10:48:45 GMT -7
Gotham was lousy with heroes. It was practically infested with them. For every one that put on a cape and got gunned down another seemed to pop up in their place. Most were easy to dispatch. The organised criminal element in the city was not one which suffered amateurs out looking for revenge for whatever slight they'd had in their otherwise benign lives that pushed them over the edge. Every so often though someone new popped up and stuck around. Gotham favoured the tough and the durable. For a hero to survive their first few encounters with the gangs and street thugs they needed an edge but to survive an encounter with one of the rogues they needed something special. Wings and a wild swing of a mace apparently was doing the trick.
Word had gotten around and naturally if there was talk in Gotham then Cobblepot wanted to hear it. A woman with wings was an instant fascination for the man of birds, though he did criticise the name. Hawkgirl? Had the people who came up with this even seen a hawks wings? The plumage was completely off for a start, never mind the changes in muscle structure needed to account for the difference in body shape and take off. It was a rant Oswald could have engaged in at length but it was wasted on his men.
Had situations been different he might have wished to meet her, a woman who could soar like his beloved birds sounded like a thing of dreams but Oswald had seen the fickle nature of dreaming many times and it was clear that this woman was intent on 'cleaning up the city' so unfortunately she would have to go. Perhaps he could still rescue her wings from the aftermath and take some solace from their study.
Getting a hero to show up for a disaster was almost as easy as getting Joker to choose chaos. Getting one particular hero, and especially not Batman, to show up however was considerably more difficult, requiring careful planning and a generous amount of bird watching. Oswald had been watching Hawkgirl for some time. She wasn't too difficult to track, the wings really did stand out and it wasn't hard to spy from afar someone who flew practically everywhere but the Penguin did have a slight edge on establishing an eye in the sky to help with his own winged companions.
With an abundance of pigeons in the city Oswald had steadily been branching out in to a mobile network of cameras on every rooftop and statue in Gotham. Pigeons had always been ideal creatures for covert missions, they were smart and everyone ignored them. They did have a tendency to scatter at loud noises but Oswald would never train them to stay in danger. Getting together the necessary equipment and shrinking it down to fit even a small fraction with disguised cameras had taken more time but Oswald was becoming somewhat of an expert at hiding small and complicated devices thanks to his work with umbrellas and now from the comfort of a random office block in the city the Penguin was accessing a whole new level of sticking his nose in where it didn't belong.
Oswald had the intel to draw up a trap, he had a plan to test exactly how far this Hawkgirl could be stretched or kill her trying. He'd had it in place for weeks but called it off multiple times already because it required him to know the location of several people in Gotham and to ensure they were busy in addition to Hawkgirl being airborne and in the right area but today it appeared the planets were aligning.
He was set up in a corner office on the twelfth floor of a building who on paper at least was housing Histiro Tech Ltd, a company that Cobblepot had made up and owned at arms length. It was staffed mostly by criminals but had a solid core of computer people that the Penguin was paying more than he'd like to do things he was still getting his head around. In the new digital age business had to move with the times, even if his wardrobe didn't. Still, there was something to be said for a good old fashioned pair of binoculars and a trigger switch.
Everything was in place. Oswald was safely hidden away in his building, out of the line of fire and action and he had a good view of the city sky line below him. He could see the winged woman in the sky, he'd run through every possible thing likely to go wrong and while never a zero chance Oswald considered them a minimal risk. At worst he didn't believe this could be pinned on him, he'd laid so many false trails in the bomb make up it could keep the police busy for months chasing dead ends. Some of the people who lived there were in deep with the mobs and could easily have a dozen enemies, he'd tried to pick his target to be as confusing as possible. All he had to do was flip the switch...
Oswald felt nothing for the people in the apartment building as he set off the bomb on the fourth floor. The explosion killed three people instantly, that of the apartment's inhabitance and the young man who lived next door. The elderly woman upstairs was injured and trapped, as were several people on the upper floors as the blast took out not only the stairs but engulphed the fire escape in flames, encouraged by some ill thought out garden furniture on the third floor. People began screaming as they tried to run anywhere and somewhere in the middle of the burning wreckage, at the press of a button from Oswald, the sound of a baby crying began to lure the brave in to danger.
Word had gotten around and naturally if there was talk in Gotham then Cobblepot wanted to hear it. A woman with wings was an instant fascination for the man of birds, though he did criticise the name. Hawkgirl? Had the people who came up with this even seen a hawks wings? The plumage was completely off for a start, never mind the changes in muscle structure needed to account for the difference in body shape and take off. It was a rant Oswald could have engaged in at length but it was wasted on his men.
Had situations been different he might have wished to meet her, a woman who could soar like his beloved birds sounded like a thing of dreams but Oswald had seen the fickle nature of dreaming many times and it was clear that this woman was intent on 'cleaning up the city' so unfortunately she would have to go. Perhaps he could still rescue her wings from the aftermath and take some solace from their study.
Getting a hero to show up for a disaster was almost as easy as getting Joker to choose chaos. Getting one particular hero, and especially not Batman, to show up however was considerably more difficult, requiring careful planning and a generous amount of bird watching. Oswald had been watching Hawkgirl for some time. She wasn't too difficult to track, the wings really did stand out and it wasn't hard to spy from afar someone who flew practically everywhere but the Penguin did have a slight edge on establishing an eye in the sky to help with his own winged companions.
With an abundance of pigeons in the city Oswald had steadily been branching out in to a mobile network of cameras on every rooftop and statue in Gotham. Pigeons had always been ideal creatures for covert missions, they were smart and everyone ignored them. They did have a tendency to scatter at loud noises but Oswald would never train them to stay in danger. Getting together the necessary equipment and shrinking it down to fit even a small fraction with disguised cameras had taken more time but Oswald was becoming somewhat of an expert at hiding small and complicated devices thanks to his work with umbrellas and now from the comfort of a random office block in the city the Penguin was accessing a whole new level of sticking his nose in where it didn't belong.
Oswald had the intel to draw up a trap, he had a plan to test exactly how far this Hawkgirl could be stretched or kill her trying. He'd had it in place for weeks but called it off multiple times already because it required him to know the location of several people in Gotham and to ensure they were busy in addition to Hawkgirl being airborne and in the right area but today it appeared the planets were aligning.
He was set up in a corner office on the twelfth floor of a building who on paper at least was housing Histiro Tech Ltd, a company that Cobblepot had made up and owned at arms length. It was staffed mostly by criminals but had a solid core of computer people that the Penguin was paying more than he'd like to do things he was still getting his head around. In the new digital age business had to move with the times, even if his wardrobe didn't. Still, there was something to be said for a good old fashioned pair of binoculars and a trigger switch.
Everything was in place. Oswald was safely hidden away in his building, out of the line of fire and action and he had a good view of the city sky line below him. He could see the winged woman in the sky, he'd run through every possible thing likely to go wrong and while never a zero chance Oswald considered them a minimal risk. At worst he didn't believe this could be pinned on him, he'd laid so many false trails in the bomb make up it could keep the police busy for months chasing dead ends. Some of the people who lived there were in deep with the mobs and could easily have a dozen enemies, he'd tried to pick his target to be as confusing as possible. All he had to do was flip the switch...
Oswald felt nothing for the people in the apartment building as he set off the bomb on the fourth floor. The explosion killed three people instantly, that of the apartment's inhabitance and the young man who lived next door. The elderly woman upstairs was injured and trapped, as were several people on the upper floors as the blast took out not only the stairs but engulphed the fire escape in flames, encouraged by some ill thought out garden furniture on the third floor. People began screaming as they tried to run anywhere and somewhere in the middle of the burning wreckage, at the press of a button from Oswald, the sound of a baby crying began to lure the brave in to danger.