Ron's eyes went wide.

"Wait, wait. What patient?" He demanded. Mark rolled his shoulders in an action that could be deemed a shrug.

"Molly McKean. Y'know, Dormouse. Looked like shit. Hatter used her as his own personal punching bag. Looked like Harley Quinn. Hey! You don't think Hatter and Dormou-"

"Shut up."

"Wha-"

"Just stop talking. Shut up. Don't say anything more."

"Hey!"

"Moron, shut up!" Ron hissed. "Look, this information needs to be kept close to the chest, 'kay? Don't tell anyone about it until Cobblepot gets back. This is important. You only tell Cobblepot. He needs to be told immediately after he gets here."

"Why?"

"Dumbass, don't ask questions, just do it. If Penguin finds out you hid this from him...well, it ain't gonna be too pretty."

"Jeesh, fine, whatever."

Mark fiddled with his phone for a moment as he waited outside of the office. He didn't understand why one of the guys insisted he report the incident to the boss, and he didn't want to understand, either. Knowing too much in a place like Gotham was suicide, at least when it came to certain people. Like his boss.

"Get in 'ere, boy!" The sharp bark of his boss' voice grated at his ears. He snapped his old phone shut, slipped it into his pocket, and took a deep breath before entering. The Penguin, in all of his 4'11" glory, was a frightening sight to behold. Though the man was short and stout, he was intimidating, and he could wield an umbrella like no other. "Now, what was it you 'ad to tell me that couldn't wait until I'd settled back in from my trip?"

"W-well, tonight, well, last night now, a patient walked all the way from the center of Gotham to the ferries, stole a ferry, and sailed across to Arkham. Heavily injured."

"And why was it you felt the need to tell me this?"

"Well, I didn't, it was Ron. I told him about it and he said I should tell you, sir."

"Alright then. Who was the patient?"

"Molly McKean. The Dormouse."

"Get out of 'ere. Bring Ron to me."

"A-alright, b-boss."

Oswald was pissed. His – well, whatever the Dormouse was to him – was hurt. She didn't even bother trying to get to the Iceberg, either. Didn't the bloody chit know she was safe here even when he was gone? It was worse knowing it was Hatter that had hurt her.

The door creaked open and Oswald bit down on his cigar in irritation. If that was anyone other than-

"Sir?" the intruder asked.

Good. It was Ron.

"Ron, get your arse in here, and close the damned door."

"Yes sir," the hench closed the door and walked up to the desk. "You, uh, you called for me sir?"

"I need you to facilitate an escape attempt at Arkham."

"Uh, sure, who for, boss?" From the look on Ron's face, Penguin could judge that he already had an idea who.

"The Dormouse."

A/N:

I feel so terrible! I've practically abandoned you guys! I am so, so sorry. I thought I would have a bit more time to write, but with the new semester I was given the gift of writer's block. Yay. Note the sarcasm. Anyway, I am writing now and hopefully it stops the writer's block.

Reviews and Replies:

SwordStitcher

Waddle in and save the day Ozzy! You know you will! Poor Dormouse, every henchman's had one of those days. It's a hazard of working with people slightly madder than yourself.

Ps: Totally starting to like this couple. :D

I love this couple also. And here he is, waddling in! Sort of. More to come soon. I'm hoping I can start updating at least once a week. Very hazardous working for the rogues. TTYL.

Erik-is-my-angel1234

Brilliant chapter. Update soon.

Thank you darling! I hope you enjoyed this chapter also, even though it is definitely not as good as the first. TTFN.