The Penguin's Predictions

[Nightwing]

He flashed a grin and shrugged in an I try fashion when Penguin called him clever. He tensed and braced himself when Penguin pointed his umbrella at him. Who knows what comes out of that thing. As soon as the bullets started flying, he flipped out of the way.

“Well, aren’t you witty.” He took cover behind the bulletproof case that held the Eagles Eye. He briefly wondered why it was in a display case to begin with, seeming as how this place wasn’t a museum, but let it go. That little fact wasn’t very important at the moment. He’d ask Bruce later. Maybe he’d earn a nice eye roll.

He tossed two wingdings, his modified batarangs, hoping to disarm them. His suit may have been lined with Kevlar, but nothing was one hundred percent bulletproof. Besides, he didn’t have cowl to protect his head. He needed to even the playing field a little.

[The Penguin]

The Wingdings flew and one disarmed both goons, and the other disarmed the Penguin. The super criminal quacked in frustration and turned to his goons.

"Beak, Talon, quit standing there and looking as unintelligent as you two idiots actually are!" he shouted. "Your brawn is the only thing you two have going for you, so use it! Take him down!" As Beak and Talon rushed Nightwing, Penguin grabbed Bluebird and two attempted to escape. Outside the Duck Car waited for them, and thankfully the Penguin had more trick umbrellas inside it if Nightwing followed.

"But Pengy," said Bluebird as they stepped into the vehicle. "We didn't get the Ostrich Eye."

"That's the Eagle Eye, you twit!" corrected the Penguin. "And we have bigger worries if that hero gets past Beak and Talons." Penguin had a feeling he would. The cursed heroes had a way of dispatching hired goons rather quickly.

[Nightwing]

He was surprised they didn’t just try to pick their guns back up. But he would’ve taken advantage of that and stopped them anyway. They had just decided to make things easier that way, that was all. Nightwing smirked. He was confident, so what?

He moved from behind his cover just in time to see the Penguin make a break for it and send his two brawny goons in for the attack.

“Beak and Talon, was it? Does he assign you those names or does he just have a habit of finding thugs with weird bird names?” He used his comment as a brief distraction so he could assess their body language. They weren’t trained, at least not very well, and seemed to depend more on their strength and brute force than anything else. With such highly skilled vigilantes running around these days, one would think that the bad guys would at least put some investment into getting their goonies trained. But, then again, the goonies tended to drop like flies in Gotham.

One- Beak or Talon, he wasn’t sure who was who –charged at him. Nightwing used his leaner size and agility to his advantage. He put his hands on the thug’s shoulders and frog-hopped over him, performing a flip for the sake of showing off. There was a pause, before both men ran at him from both sides. Nightwing waited for just the right moment, before ducking down, causing the men to ram into each other with a head butt. They stepped back, each holding their foreheads. Nightwing rammed the escrima sticks into both of their guts, before quickly shooting up and jabbing their chins with the stick. He then delivered the final blow into the back of their heads, knocking them unconscious. The whole fight had taken a minute at most.

He put his escrima sticks back into their holders and ran out the door. Luckily, Penguin was no Flash, so he was sure he still had time to catch Bird Nose. He made it out the entrance of the building to see Penguin and that girl- Bluebird was it? She was kind of cute, but not his type –almost at the street. He took out his grapple and shot it out into a building on the other side of the street. It pulled him into the air and he released it at just the right moment. He landed on top of Penguin's car. He could hear the sirens in the background. Cops and their timing. They must’ve figured out that the breakout wasn’t going to be happening. At least not tonight.

“Did you predict this outcome, Penguin?” He cocked an eyebrow, a smirk apparent on his face.

[The Penguin]

In one last effort, The Penguin pulled out his blade umbrella while Bluebird drove the car. The Penguin was skilled at what he liked to call "Fancy Umbrella Play." He swung the weapon around as if it were a fencing sword, trying to find an opening to stab the hero.

"On guard, sir!" he yelled. "I may not be a psychic, but no one can say that the Penguin isn't a gifted swordsman."

The police then drove around the corner in front of the Duck Car, causing Bluebird to slam on the brakes and for the Penguin to fall out of the car.

"Curses, you colossal twit!" he quacked to his moll.

"Sorry, Pengy," said Bluebird, who then raised her hands to Nightwing. "I surrender." The Penguin shook his head at her. He looked over at his umbrella and saw that the blade broke off in the impact. He turned back to Nightwing.

"Alright, kid, you win," he said. There was no use in trying harder. Even he couldn't escape Nightwing and the police at this point. "I don't like you, never will, but I commend you for figuring out my crime. You've almost possess the intelligence of your bat-earred friend."

The police then stepped over, cuffing The Penguin and Bluebird.

[Nightwing]

He ducked the blade while trying to maintain his balance on the hood of the car. He let a cocky grin slip onto his face. “Aw, so he admits the truth.”

When the car came to a sudden halt, he barely managed to keep from sliding off himself. He watched as Penguin flew out of the car. That’s why you wear your seatbelt, kids.

He looked to Bluebird briefly when she surrendered. He gave her a nice smirk and a wink before turning back to Penguin. The smirk didn’t leave his face. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you were up to something, Penguin.” He watched as the police walked up, giving Nightwing small nods. Nightwing returned them, before taking out his grapple and shooting it up. He took to the sky, swinging above the streets. A grin came onto his face and he let out a laugh. Remember when he said he would laugh about this case later? Now was later.