Oswald Cobblepot was a powerful man. Were it not for the Batman, or the clown, Cobblepot would have complete and total control over Gotham City. Those other guys? Dent? Nigma? Ivy? Inconsequential. Pawns. The Bat and the clown were his only real foes. His only real rivals. He hated this fact. It ate away at him.
But then it hit him. Why not expand? Why not go international? He had stakes and claims in other countries, but he never had a true international presence. Why not? Going international would give him an army that not even Batman could take on. Strength in numbers, after all. Where to begin, though? He had quite a collection of guns, and by that I mean he dabbled into arms dealing, so he could probably begin striking deals in places where gun laws were a little more strict.
He had a goon do some quick research, and he learned about Japan's gun laws. Namely, how strict they were. What they needed was some heavy artillery. If he ran into any problems? Pay off the politicians. Money is the greatest negotiator. What next, though? Which city would be fit for the Penguin? Why, only Tokyo's infamous red light district was worthy enough to be Penguin's foothold in the East: Kamurocho.
His first order of business was getting in contact with the families. The Tojo Clan was his first target: They controlled a majority of the district, and if he were to partner up with them... Or better yet, were to take over and assimilate them into his ranks... He would quickly become a power player in the land of the rising sun.
His decision was made. He told a goon to book a flight to Tokyo. He'd be in Kamurocho by tomorrow. Where there is no Batman. There is no Joker. No Nightwing. Nothing.
The day had gone by pretty quickly. But then again, days always go by quickly when you spend them relaxing. He called the kids in from the beach, it was getting late. Another lazy day at the orphanage turned into a lazy night at the orphanage. Kiryu stayed up for a little longer than the kids. He made sure they all went to sleep safely, even Haruka, before he even considered sleeping himself. He was just about to drift off when his phone rang. Rang is a loose term... He picked up and answered it before it could make a noise loud enough to wake up the kids.
Kiryu asked who it was. Daigo. It was nice to hear his friend's voice, but the way Daigo was talking, he wasn't calling up for old time's sake.
Before introductions could even be brought up, Daigo spoke. "Kiryu. You have to get the kids out of there. There are men on their way. Dangerous men. We'll talk later."
Kiryu was already on his way before Daigo hung up. He told Haruka and the others to wake up, to hide. Kiryu found a spot of his own, but not to hide. To ambush. Sure enough, 5 men, all armed, tore down the front doors to the orphanage. They weren't Japanese, and neither were the guns they were packing. They whispered as they stepped into the building.
"Alright, here's the plan: We kill the geezer, burn the place down, and get the hell out of here. Boss wants to send a message to the Tojo Clan."
"Shhh! We already know the plan, idiot! We don't need to be reminded of it six hundred times!"
One was the first to reach Kiryu's spot. He moved faster than a gust of wind, his fist meeting the goon's face while his other hand caught the pistol. Kiryu tossed the firearm off to the side, before rushing over to the next goon. His fist made contact with his gut, knocking the wind out of him before snatching the next gun, an AK-47 assault rifle, out of his hands and moving on to goon number three. Kiryu slammed the butt of the gun into his jaw, knocking him unconscious.
By this point, the two last goons had just finally realized what was going on; they were getting their asses kicked. And now, the man responsible for their kicked asses had a gun. A man who could move so fast he could take out three armed men in the span of a second. "H-he's worse than the Bat!" They shouted, as they ran outside and off into the night.
Kiryu stepped over to the man he had punched in the gut. He was still reeling, but he wasn't out. Not yet. He looked up at the Japanese man, with fear in his eyes.
"L-listen, don't kill me! I-I... Well, I ain't got kids... But I do have a cousin!" Kiryu tossed the AK to the side, before grabbing the goon and pulling him up by the collar. Kiryu was, understandably, furious. "Who sent you?" He said.
"What?"
"Who sent you?!"
"I-I don't speak Japanese!"
Kiryu scowled a little harder than usual, "Who. Sent. You?!"
"I-I ain't squealin'!"
With a sigh, Kiryu kicked the man in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him unconscious as well. With the men taken care of, Kiryu called the police.
"What do you mean the geezer's still kicking?!"
"The men who botched the hit are already being taken care of."
Cobblepot slammed his fist into his desk. Negotiations with the Tojo Clan had not gone well. So he went with plan B: Intimidation. He learned of Kazuma Kiryu. The legend that the men of the Tojo Clan respected. He expected a decrepit old man who would die easily. Failure wasn't something that came to mind.
"Right. Time for plan C: War."
