The streets of Gotham were suspiciously quiet that night. Normally they were bumbling with activity, most of it harmful. No one seemed to notice the Batmobile patrol the streets, or park outside the Hall of Records. Least of all the Penguin himself, who Batman could see through the windows, flipping through birth certificates and other records.
Something about this entire situation wasn't right. Not at all. And the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed.
"Why are you still out there?" Came Alfred's voice over the communicator. "Are you still concerned about that strange, heroic Penguin person?"
Without turning to look at the screen, Batman nodded.
"I think he knows who his parents are," Batman replied. He turned his attention back to the Hall of Records, and the glimpse he had of the Penguin. The Penguin's expression was hard to see from his angle, but if he wasn't mistaken, he saw not surprise or awe on his face. Instead, there was malice.
"There's something else."