Penguin was so relieved to have time to himself after dealing with everyone blaming each other for who got them sent to Arkham after the New Year's incident. Now, he could be at peace and listen to Tchaikovsky.
However, before he could relax, he felt someone poking him.
"Oswald? Ozzy? Oz? Pengy?" Riddler asked as he tried to get his attention.
With a groan, Penguin took off his headphones and stared at his husband, who was standing with someone he didn't know.
"What is it, Ed?" he asked.
"I made a friend!" Riddler said before gesturing Bookworm to go up to him. "This is Ian…or Bookworm if we're to go by villain names."
"What a honor to finally meet the great Oswald Cobblepot…" Bookworm said, shaking his hand.
"Charmed to meet you, Ian." Penguin said.
This is amazing! Riddler thought before grabbing Bookworm.
"You REALLY need to meet my best friends!" he said. "You'll fit right in!"
Before he could drag his new friend off, Penguin stopped him.
"Ed, before you go, remember that we have to plan to break out of here." the criminal said.
Riddler nodded and said, "I'll keep it in mind, Pengy!"
With that, he led Bookworm around the area while pointing out everyone he knew.
"So, are you and The Penguin-" he began to say.
"He's my husband! We've got a son too, but he didn't get locked up with us this time." Riddler said with a smile. "You should meet him! He's a great kid."
Bookworm nodded, wondering why he got stuck with such an overly happy criminal who didn't seem evil at all.
Soon enough, they reached a corner of the room where Riddler's friends were: Scarecrow was busy reading the works of HP Lovecraft while Mad Hatter drank tea and watched Music Meister sing.
"Guys, you HAVE to meet my new friend! I think he'll be a good addition to the Mind Games!" Riddler said to his friends as they stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"The Mind Games?" Bookworm asked.
"It's what we call ourselves." Riddler said, still smiling at him. "Everyone, this is Ian, Ian, this is everyone."
He then sat his friend down with the others as Bookworm stared awkwardly at them.
"HP Lovecraft? I see you're a man of culture…" he said upon seeing Scarecrow's book.
Scarecrow jumped once he heard him speak up and said, "I mainly read his works or Edgar Allan Poe, but I'm glad you enjoy it too."
Bookworm gave him a small smile and started a conversation with the others. It didn't seem too bad after all…
