Not yet. But he has a job for you...

"I'm very particular about who I let into my crew." Penguin explains. "But I like you, so I'm gonna give you a chance."

"Aw, you sweetheart." You smile.

"I gotta little job for you. Freelance-like. You do well, we'll see about finding a place for you in the organization. And you'll get a little spending money." Penguin offers.

"I'm sorry, is this distracting you as much as it is me?" You say, peering over at Candy. Tracey's still obediently going down on her sister-in-arms. Candy's biting her lip, stifling moans and pushing the white girl's head closer to her thighs.

"When you've been in the game as long as I 'ave, you've gotta learn to keep yer eye on the ball, no matter 'ow temptin' the distractions." Penguin claims.

"That can be difficult when the pussy's so much more enticing." You lament. Forgetting yourself, you even idly rub yourself through your jeans as you watch the pair go at it.

"Why don't we leave these two to their own devices for a little while, then? I've got something I need to show you, anyway." Penguin decides.

"Sure." You say, following him into a private elevator.

"Hey, Candy!" You shout, as Penguin hits a button.

"Mmm- Yes, sugar?" She asks.

"Tracey's being good to you. Why don't you return the favor?" You command.

You hear the sound of casino chips scattering. As the elevator doors close, the last thing you see is Candy astride Tracey on the table, preparing to worship the blonde's pussy while Tracey's still busy following your earlier command.

Penguin squawks with perverted laughter at the sight, blowing cigar smoke up into your face.

"Good one. You know 'ow to use yer powers, I'll give you that,- 'ang on, what's your name. Your real name?" Penguin asks.

"I told you." You say dismissively.

"Well, I'm not going 'round calling you The Protector, am I? Not the most fitting name, either, given your recent change in profession." Penguin says.

Maybe he had a point. Plus, you weren't even from this universe. You were hardly putting anyone at risk by going by your real name.

"Fuck it. I'm Kim." You tell him.

"Ah, well nice to meet you, Kim. Oswald Cobblepot, at your service." He says, reaching up to shake your hand. You grasp the midget's little flipper and give it a shake.

"So where are we headed, Boss?" You ask, looking at the panel on the elevator.

"All my life, I've enjoyed collecting things. Stamps, cars, criminal distribution rackets." Oswald begins.

"You taking me to see your doll collection, is that it?" You laugh.

"Well, I guess you could say that." As the door springs open. You follow Oswald into the hall.

What you assume used to be a corridor of hotel rooms in Oswald's sprawling casino compound, has now become something much more sinister. Or exciting, depending on which side of the glass you were on.

All along the hall are a series of cells. With a glass wall and door, each one is designed with a specific occupant in mind.

The first three are an easy guess.

The first cell's walls are painted to resemble the Gotham skyline. Fake diamonds stud the floor, and there's a padded looking pet bed in the corner.

The second has walls painted in a rather convincing imitation of forest greenery. A complex and expensive looking lighting rig hangs from the ceiling.

The floor of the third cell is lightly covered with straw, the walls are painted to resemble a circus bigtop.

Catwoman, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn. Oh, if only these cells were occupied. The fun you could have with those three at your mercy...

"Are these cells for the purpose I'm thinking of?" You ask Penguin.

"Oh yes." He says happily.

After Harley's is a darker cell. the walls are meant to imitate the stone of some deep, hidden cave, and there's a dummy computer monitor towards the back.

"Batgirl?" You make an educated guess.

"The one and only." He responds.

After Batgirl's future abode comes a cell with walls painted to resemble a sort of Arabian Nights castle. Unlike the others, this cell is unique in that it's currently occupied. A woman of vaguely Middle Eastern descent sits in the center of the cell, staring out, meditating.

She's wearing a sort of ninja outfit, albeit one that reveals her midriff and shoulders. Her the lower half of her face is covered by a black bandana mask. You don't recognize her.

"Who is she?" You ask your employer.

"This cell's supposed to be for Talia al Ghul. Wouldn't you know it, ninja princesses are even harder to find than your garden variety ninja here. I'm makin' do in the meantime." Oswald admits.

Looking closer at the captured kunoichi, you see that Penguin's certainly "makin' do". With her tousled hair, askew mask and the load of cum slowly drying out in it, you don't need to be the World's Greatest Detective to know she's just been on the receiving end of a hearty mouthrape.

"Nothin' calms the nerves better before a game o' poker." Penguin snickers sadistically.

Moving on, you take a look at the last cell in the hallway.

"Well, Boss, I admire your optimism." You chuckle, barely believing what you're seeing.

The walls of the last cell are painted with a fresco of beautiful blue water, white sand and ancient-looking Grecian buildings. Between that and the far-off figures of powerful women in skimpy armor, there's no doubt this is supposed to be Themyscira. You want to go to there.

"Wonder Bitch broke my arm the last time she was in town to meet the Bat!" Penguin rants. "I don't care how powerful she is, she's ending up in a cell like all the others!"

"You're gonna go out into Gotham, and you're gonna find these women and lock 'em up 'ere, yeah?" Penguin continues. "And for every one you bring me, I'm gonna make you a rich goddamn woman."

"I'm in." You say. "But one thing, Ozzy." You say, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "If I ever even think you're preparing a cell for me, I'm gonna put you in it and wipe any memory of this little doll collection from your entire crew's mind."

"Wouldn't dream of it, luv!" Penguin says, the fear evident in his quaking voice.

"Good," You smile, standing up to your full height. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do."