Batcave, 20 Minutes Later
"So," Bruce thought. "Penguin said in the warehouse that he was targeting Gotham Academy. Most likely sometime soon, and it's also apparent that he is bringing in major flocks of birds for his operation. Once he has the bird, he's headed towards Star City."
By then it was obvious what he had to do. Or at least what he thought he had to do. Go to Gotham Academy and patrol that area as well as track where the stolen food was being sent out and where it will be from.
Right? Wrong. Penguin was tricking him, it was all a trap. He should've known. But, unfortunately, he didn't.
So instead of sitting in the Batcave to take care of Robin until it was actually safe, he pressed the same small place on his utility belt. The Batmobile drove itself up to him, Batman jumped inside, and he was gone. Just like that.
Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor
Alfred paced across the kitchen tiles while he thought over his most recent project. It had merely been a small psychology experiment, but had escalated into a- what could you call it?- yes, an obsession. He wasn't exactly ready to show his work to Bruce, and wasn't sure if he ever would be. The time wasn't right, and if either subject found out about this task, it would be ruined.
No. It's just not time.
Currently, at Penguin's Stakeout
"When does he get here? I already laid out all the clues! Why hasn't he left?!" Penguin groaned from his spot outside the cave entrance.
He had already spent half an hour in the bushes of an old abandoned soccer field. Spider webs littered his coat and leaves sank to the bottom of his boots, but this was the most necessary part of the plan. Didn't mean he had to like it though.
"Give it some time, boss. We may not even have the right place." said the only level-headed baddy there.
"Oh just shut up! I'm tired of your complaining!"
"But you're the only one here that's comp-"
"What did I just say?" Penguin yelled.