Penguin finds a girl in front of his mansion. Irritated that she got blood over his well kept lawn he picked up his staff and poked her. Her shirt was stained around the seeming large stab point. Whoever killed this woman must have really wanted her dead. He shrugged and started to head inside. It was to late for this. Then he heard a whimper and a small whisper that was almost undetectable. "Help...me." She choked on air-or blood-and was unconscious again. Penguin had flashbacks about a certain someone who had saved him in a situation like this. Immense guilt and sadness flushed over him like a wave and turned to the kid. She couldn't be more then 17 and could do much harm. He said why not and carried her inside. He knew this could somehow could pay back the debt that some person made for him. Maybe his karma might turn back to his favor.