He's probably the only one left in Gotham today who can call a penguin woman a little cripple.
There is no contempt, there is no feeling, as if the word came out of his mouth, just to refer to his relatives' worthless younger generation, this is two old friends talking about the family, not shy.
Gordon frowned. He didn't understand what Falcone meant. He had kidnapped himself with dozens of guns. Was he just catching up?
Falcone took a sip of his wine, settled back into his seat and let out a small sigh.
"When I came back, I looked at her place, and I have to say, she's not nearly as good as her mother, and I, as an uncle, don't look good either."
'Penguin Woman.....'
"Yeah, people remember her now as the Penguin Woman, which is also her nickname... But she forgets that she should be Miss Cobblepot, not a lame name." Falcone, too, leaned back on the sofa, twiddling the ring in his hand.
"She's not like you." Gordon, too, picked up his glass and took a gentle sip, facing Falcone, who needed some way to calm himself and think seriously.
'Yes, that's why I let her keep the Cobblepot house. She's cunning, but useful, and I thought she was going places, too.' Mr. Falcone recalls with a smile, looking up at the darkened ceiling as if to the sky: "But she lost so much ground over the years, even letting the new Sopranos rise, and that was the biggest mistake. Look, she let Yakuza from the Japanese into Gotham."
"The Yakuza have entered Gotham under the guise of a legitimate corporation, operating as an investment, but one day I will bring them to justice."
Gordon, of course, knew about the Japanese, who now make up most of Gotham's mob, running underground car betting and drug trafficking, among other things. He just needed some proof, and he was working on it.
Falcone nodded, extending a hand and shaking it slightly at Gordon.
'Yes, I understand, but this is not your task. You are in the light. This is Miss Cobblepot's task.' Falcone smiled and told Gordon the words that would devastate him. "When I left, I made an appointment with her. I secured her family and her territory in order for her to assist you, and she agreed to do so."
"Wh...." Gordon, what's going on here?
"You're a cop, you can catch any criminal, but when someone like Yakuza comes into Gotham in a legal guise, are you out of your depth?" Falcone says quietly, as if he had foreseen everything. "So I kept Cobblepot, and when there's a crime scene you can't solve, she solves it the way you do, but she....."
Falcone shook his head and smiled at Gordon, his ring clashing against the glass.
"Right now her operation is a shambles, she's like scared out of her wits... I can live with the rise of Black Mask and silence. The Sienes and Elliots are Gotham veterans, even if they're a little crazy." "Said the Roman in displeasure, the words of reproach coming out of his mouth quickly, though quietly, but with great power:" But there are dozens of gangs, large and small, such as the Red Hood, Two-Face, Mud Face, and so on. What are they? No honor, no discipline!"
A lion, even in his old age, was still a lion, and Gordon had only ever seen this majesty of a gangster emperor in him.
Falcone, however, was not even angry now, he only uttered a few words of complaint.
Yes, the new gangs that are now emerging are more like gangs of madmen who run the mob business, and almost none of them are normal.
They don't care about the business. They care about... Fun.
Gordon was still trying to process the startling news, feeling everything about himself fiddling in the hands of the old man in front of him, while also pondering his purpose.
Falcone looked at him and added, "You say you are too. Cobblepot is only taking goods in her area, and it's only arms business. Why do you always raid her area? Does she ever give you any trouble? Or is she not being polite to you? Has she threatened Gotham?"
The arms business is legal under the Amazon, and in their view, weapons are only foreign objects, and the warriors involved in the fight are the most important. So anyone could be in the business as long as they told parliament where they were coming from and where they were going.
A coward with a gun can't beat a warrior with a stick, so Amazon thinks that selling arms is like selling wood...
The Amazon Council rules the world. They have millions of the strongest warriors on the ground, many of them with divine powers. What is there to worry about?
It's just that Penguin women are in the business, they have a huge Arsenal, and they never report it.
It is illegal, in fact, not so much, because she only needs to make up an application and pay some taxes, but it is legal, after all, she has less formalities.
She is now more like the grey road boss of Gotham, doing those things are ambiguous.
Unfortunately, Penguin Girl is the only descendant of the Big Ten, the Big Ten families that have a blood feud with Bliss, and Batgirl has her eye on her every day. Penguin Woman is not just a gun runner, or she sold a boatload of fish without filing taxes, and the Bat will give the clue to Gordon.
Gordon is a good man of integrity, and with the evidence that Bliss has sent him constantly, he of course sweeps the penguin's yard most often.
Truth be told, Penguin Woman may be small and have a funny walk, but she's smart and knows no bounds.
She is good at sycophancy and sycophancy, and she walks the old gangster's way and the new gangster's way.
She didn't need the glory, but she remembered the rules.
The Penguin woman rarely offers to mess with Gordon. She spends most of her time running her restaurant, and when she meets him on the road, she warmly invites him to dinner, Shouting at him in traffic intersections about how authentic and fresh the lobster and salmon of the day are.
Gordon would quickly roll up the window of the car to shut out her incessant publicity and drive away. But the Penguin never mind, and the next time he sees her, he recommends a new dish.
She has a close relationship with many of the city's top officials, and the Iceberg restaurant is one of the most popular in town, where the city's dignitaries gather at night and she hangs out.
Like the Big Ten, Gordon didn't like the atmosphere.
"Because she broke the law." Gordon said to Falcone.
"I know, you are such a person, eyes can not tolerate a little sand, ha ha." Falcone laughed again, and took a white handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. "But I also know that the little girl of the House of Verne put you up. She has always hated us."
"Because you killed her parents."
"That's not just us... The Wines were also the founders of this city, we shared in its glory, she should have been a good entrepreneur, or a crime boss, not today... Not today." Falcone looks guilt-stricken, and Bliss's parents are actually friends of his, too, and they often go to the theatre together.
"To be a hero today? "Gordon picks his brow.
"To be the madman of today...." Falcone looked up at him with old eyes that looked into his heart: "Tell me, Gordon, do you think Bliss is normal? She flies around the city in that little animal costume, releasing her inner fear... Is it normal to spread her fear to her enemies and double it back to herself?"
Gordon squirmed his lips, as if he were speechless from thirst, trying to say something, but nothing came out.