For my tenth anniversary post, I waffled back and forth on what I was going to post. The greatest Joker story ever told (not written by Chuck Dixon)? The two most depressing pages to ever be shown in a My Little Pony comic? The pilot chapter of the gory-yet-intriguing manga known as Detective Conan (AKA Case Closed), one of my favorites to this day?
Eventually, I decided that old Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot ought to get a little more of the limelight lately. But even here, there were choices aplenty. Would I post his debut story? His first team-up with the Joker? The time he disguised himself a nun? The magnificent three issues that chronicled his transformation from outright supervillain to shady racketeer?
I was going to go for that last one, but then I remembered that part of that story happened to be written by That Guy Whose Name Rhymes With Schmeter Schmavid. And without that part, the rest of the story doesn't have quite as much punch to it. So instead, we'll turn to a much shorter Penguin story that came out in 1987, smack-dab in the middle of the post-Miller era.
(This story was printed in Batman Annual #11, alongside Alan Moore's much more famous Clayface III story. It was written by Max Allan Collins, drawn by Norm Breyfogle, and ran for fifteen pages.)
So we begin with a pretty familiar setup: the Penguin's going straight, again. This trope had already been bled dry by 1987, what with the fact that pretty much every Penguin story on the Adam West show used it; and even before that, half the Penguin stories in the Golden and Silver Ages started with him out on parole.
But this time is slightly different. This time, the Penguin seems to genuinely mean it.
A certain Caped Crusader seems to disagree...


Naturally, the bleating of a few bureaucrats does absolutely nothing to dissuade Bruce. Meanwhile, the Penguin is indeed released, and immediately goes about sowing the seeds of his next dastardly plan!

Okay... never mind then.
The condition that Dovina gives is that Oswald legitimately give up his life of crime, since she wants to be "a mate, not an accomplice". Oswald is so smitten with her that he immediately agrees.
Time passes, and Oswald opens up an umbrella factory to provide himself with a legitimate income. Batman remains suspicious (even after a conversation with Dovina, which was both hilarious and heartwarming but sadly had to be cut for length), and eventually realizes that the staff at Penguin's factory are low-rent thugs from around Gotham.
You know what's coming next...

And one big fight scene later, Batman has the Penguin cornered. The portly ne'er-do-well threatens him with one of his trusty .357 bumbershooters, but then immediately admits that the thing is only an ordinary umbrella. He truly was serious about his reform.
But there's one little kink...

And finally, the aftermath:

Awww. And they lived happily and law-abidingly-wait, the Penguin's next appearance had him acting alone? And had him gloat over the fact that his latest nerve toxin only killed women and small children? Well, that's just dandy.
Thanks for nothing, Denny O'Neil.
Eventually, I decided that old Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot ought to get a little more of the limelight lately. But even here, there were choices aplenty. Would I post his debut story? His first team-up with the Joker? The time he disguised himself a nun? The magnificent three issues that chronicled his transformation from outright supervillain to shady racketeer?
I was going to go for that last one, but then I remembered that part of that story happened to be written by That Guy Whose Name Rhymes With Schmeter Schmavid. And without that part, the rest of the story doesn't have quite as much punch to it. So instead, we'll turn to a much shorter Penguin story that came out in 1987, smack-dab in the middle of the post-Miller era.
(This story was printed in Batman Annual #11, alongside Alan Moore's much more famous Clayface III story. It was written by Max Allan Collins, drawn by Norm Breyfogle, and ran for fifteen pages.)
So we begin with a pretty familiar setup: the Penguin's going straight, again. This trope had already been bled dry by 1987, what with the fact that pretty much every Penguin story on the Adam West show used it; and even before that, half the Penguin stories in the Golden and Silver Ages started with him out on parole.
But this time is slightly different. This time, the Penguin seems to genuinely mean it.
A certain Caped Crusader seems to disagree...


Naturally, the bleating of a few bureaucrats does absolutely nothing to dissuade Bruce. Meanwhile, the Penguin is indeed released, and immediately goes about sowing the seeds of his next dastardly plan!

Okay... never mind then.
The condition that Dovina gives is that Oswald legitimately give up his life of crime, since she wants to be "a mate, not an accomplice". Oswald is so smitten with her that he immediately agrees.
Time passes, and Oswald opens up an umbrella factory to provide himself with a legitimate income. Batman remains suspicious (even after a conversation with Dovina, which was both hilarious and heartwarming but sadly had to be cut for length), and eventually realizes that the staff at Penguin's factory are low-rent thugs from around Gotham.
You know what's coming next...

And one big fight scene later, Batman has the Penguin cornered. The portly ne'er-do-well threatens him with one of his trusty .357 bumbershooters, but then immediately admits that the thing is only an ordinary umbrella. He truly was serious about his reform.
But there's one little kink...

And finally, the aftermath:

Awww. And they lived happily and law-abidingly-wait, the Penguin's next appearance had him acting alone? And had him gloat over the fact that his latest nerve toxin only killed women and small children? Well, that's just dandy.
Thanks for nothing, Denny O'Neil.
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Date: 2014-01-13 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-13 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-13 12:28 pm (UTC)Yes he looks silly and slightly comical and his gimmicks are absurd (tricked out umbrellas and/or bird training), but provided he's only interested in wealth and getting respect (even if only from criminals) then that works too.
Which is why I liked him more or less retiring from crime to run the Iceberg Lounge.
After a career as a gimmick villain, he finally has a place where he could lord it up, fleece the public legitimately AND have the respect of the masses (well, the glitterati and celebs at least, but as I said, he's not fussy about where the respect comes from). Plus of course, if an old friend were to drop by, and whilst buying scandalously overrpiced drinkies for everyone brought up a purely hypothetical scenario for a crime then he might, purely out of academic interest (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) offer a few amusing bon mots on the topics. Best of all, for the most part there'd be nothing that Batman could do to stop him.
The current darkening of him to where he runs the Lounge but is also a psychotic crimelord with anger management issues makes him just another generic bad guy. I prefer a bad guy who COULD genuinely fall in love, rather than one who sees everyone as a discardable pawn.
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Date: 2014-01-13 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-13 12:57 pm (UTC)I have to admit, I prefer the most recent incarnation of him as an underworld boss with legitimate business dealings. It makes him much more palatable as a villain.
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Date: 2014-01-13 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-13 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-13 09:26 pm (UTC)I do just like how crazy DeVito's Penguin is, though; Addressing a bunch of penguins like he's Patton before sending them off to kill everyone? Crazy-awesome.
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Date: 2014-01-13 09:55 pm (UTC)"Sh*t, I picked the cute one!"
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Date: 2014-01-13 05:39 pm (UTC)He should have been reading a magazine the second time, too.
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Date: 2014-01-14 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-14 07:10 am (UTC)