Oswald Cobblepot

*With a trembling hand, Dr. Trisha Stern laid the tape recorder down on the metal table making an audible bang followed shortly by clattering of footsteps approaching the door.

A group of three guards came in escorting the most revolting disfigured crime lord in Gotham, Oswald Cehesterfield Cobblepot, commonly known as "Penguin".

Trisha tried to understand why people called Oswald "Penguin". Maybe the name began when and if he was bulled. Being picked on for his size, height, and a protruding nose resembling a bird beak.

Trisha snapped out of it when Oswald spoke.*

Oswald: What's up? Am I 'ere to pour my emotions?

*Doctor Stern pushed play on the tape recorder.*

Trisha: So, Oswald Cobblepot. Finally found your way in Arkham.

Oswald: Briefly Doctor, briefly.

Trisha: Why say tha-

Oswald: You know how many connection I got in this city? Quite a few. You know how many cops patrol the streets? Quite a few. Who's gonna win? Hahaha.

Trisha: Well. Let’s talk about how you got your nickname, "Penguin".

Oswald: You think I got it 'couse the way I look!? You damn right. It's difficult living like this, but I make due. Those who criticize me.. Well, let's just say. "Penguin" make them sleep with the fishes. Waahahaha!

Trisha: Why have you become a gangster? Is that your way of getting attention, something you never got as a child?

Oswald: Look Doc, I'm not a gangster, I'm a businessman, and that's what Gotham is. It's just business. The only one giving a shit about me more than the police is Batman! He should be the one getting the uncomfortable attention, He should be HERE!

Trisha: Please, Oswald calm down. Guards!

Oswald: One day soon, Batman. I will get my hands on you, AND YOUR HEAD WILL BE MOUNTED ON MY WALL!

*Guards haul Oswald out of the room. Still yelling, Oswald squawks loudly in pain, trying to bite the guards' arms.*