Here I stand.Looking over my city.
Gotham City.
Enjoying the view from above, as I take a sip of wine from my glass, and look out.
Hundreds of criminals hidden under the beautiful city lights.
It's funny how it's so pretty from a distance, but up close, it's anything but beautiful.
I think of where I started, holding Fish Mooney's umbrella.
I was her umbrella boy, and I hated every minute of it.
Now I'm the king of Gotham.
Gotham is my city.
As I look over my city, I look at the red and blue police lights, racing around my city.
I can't help but giggle at the thought of someone running from the cops.
From Jim Gordon.
I sigh, and drink the rest of what remains in my glass. I walk away from the large window, the only sound in the empty house are my steps against the floor.
I smile to myself.
I am the king of Gotham City.
Gotham is my city.
I am the Penguin.
...I have no words for this cringeworthy writing...
I want a little snake and name it noodle