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Penguin tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. He had that dream again. He sat up and looked out the glass window. He had fled Arkham, thinking he could escape the dream if he left. He was wrong. The dream only intensified the farther he fled. He flew no farther than the Cobblepot Mansion, and even then his only refuge was daytime.

Grumbling, Penguin stood up, walked down the stairs into the den, and turned on the television. He watched as the newscaster read the evening news. "There's still no word on the whereabouts of the Penguin. The Penguin escaped Arkham Asylum over two months ago after three weeks of ranting and raving throughout the night."

Penguin grunted. "You'd rant and rave, too, if you'd had my nightmare, bub."

"The Batman has told Commissioner Gordon he believes the Penguin hasn't flown too far from the nest and is hiding somewhere in Gotham. We will inform the public as soon as we know anything."

Penguin flicked through the channels, looking for something to take his mind off his dream. Nothing seemed to catch his attention, so he turned off the television. It was then he noticed the tall, dark shadow. He jumped and whirled around, one of his darkest fears coming true. "Stay away from me, bat freak!"

"It's out of your character to lay in hiding for this long, Cobblepot." Batman drew closer. "You usually would've tried pulling another caper."

Penguin backed up a step. "Leave me alone, Batman. I'm not committing any more 'capers'. I left Arkham because I've had enough."

"Had enough? Enough of what?"

"I've had enough of crime. I want to live a clean, honest life, but first I need time to recooperate. Now, leave me alone."

Batman was startled if not confused. "Recooperate from what, Penguin?"

Penguin shook his head in frustration. "I've told you too much already. Leave my home and stop bothering me before I call you in for harassment."

"Penguin, if you do that you'll be turning yourself in. Tell me what's going on. Maybe I can help you."

"I want no help from you, Batman. I already have enough problems on my shoulders. Go away. . . please." Penguin turned away from his arch nemesis, afraid and ashamed to admit his foolishness.

Batman placed a small Batwave communicator on a dusty table near Penguin. "If you ever feel you need to talk about this, use this to contact me."

Penguin turned around to make a smart comment, but Batman was gone. He sat down in his recliner, exhausted from his sleepless nights. Maybe this time, the dream would leave him alone. He was wrong again. The dream haunted him all night long.

Outside from a skylight, Batman watched as Penguin tossed and turned violently in his sleep. I wonder what could bother Penguin so badly he would want to stop his life of crime and start over, he thought to himself. As far as I knew, nothing would stop him from rebuilding his family fort - . . . Batman stopped in mid-thought as Penguin started shouting in his sleep. What he heard surprised him more than Penguin's change of heart.

"NO! It CAN'T be! It's not possible I tell you. It's just not possible!There's no way! This can't be happening! That girl cannot be my CHILD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

End Chapter 1

I know this chapter's short, but there will be more. Just keep watching for it!