This world belongs to the beautiful, little one. Which is why people like us must stick together. We are scars on humanity's face... ignored, jeered, ridiculed, all the while posessing most of man's genius.
You are as astute as you are comely. A deadly combination, if I may say so. Deadly.
You think Gotham is a safe place? Not anymore. Not anymore!
Gotham City and the Cobblepots. Oh sure, we all got off on the wrong foot a bit, what with my ancestor Sir Nigel Cobblepot being part of the invading British Redcoats during our fight for independence. And yet it would only take a couple of generations for us to make things "right" with the fair city, as the Union Army's Col. Nathan Cobblepot admirably defended Gotham during the legendary Battle of Gotham Heights. If truth be told, in time the Cobblepot name would eventually become synonymous with Gotham. So much so that Theodore Cobblepot, my great-grandfather, would enjoy one of the longest and most succesful tenures as Mayor this city ever had. Yes, Gotham and we Cobblepots have shared quite the long and prestigious history together... if you don't include me, of course. Awkward. Skittish. Friendless. Freakish. I was everything a Cobblepot was not supposed to be. And so, I would have to make my own way in life. There'd be no mayoral reigns or famous war victories for this Cobblepot. NoNo, I would have a life filled with museum thefts and clashes with masked vigilantes to look forward to instead. A life as The Penguin. And so it went. But whatever can be said about my life, even my bitterest foes must grant me this: I've always conducted myself with style. With class. And with dignity. And so it shall remain. No matter what my situation is now.
Mute, hunched over, more monster than man in the eyes of our so-called civilization-- who could have guessed that beneath your appaling appearance you have a savant brilliance when it comes to... machines. Einstein's mind in a Quasimodo's body. Even I was dumbfounded when I accidentally discovered that you are able to invent what others could never hope to imagine.
You know why people are afraid of the dark, don't you? It's a very basic loss of control, a certainty that while you suffer the disorientation of blindness... other creatures are moving through your territory, staking their own claims, manipulating your environment to suit their own needs. I'll tell you something, though. You have no need to fear those creatures who use the darkness to their advantage... Not as long as you stick to the one who's controlling the light...!
I hate places like this! There's no room here for entrepreneurs such as myself! They don't respect individual rights here like they do in America! At home, no one has their rights more carefully considered than a convicted felon. Gives you something to exploit! Here they'd just turn the key and forget it! Russia is no place for a bird like me.