Finding a new apartment didn't take long; Arnold had already scouted a location and planned to move in that very day. The money he had earned the night before was more than enough for him and his mother to live comfortably.
As he accompanied Sarah to buy furniture and appliances, she felt a surge of pride. Looking at the brand-new apartment, she couldn't help but be impressed that her son had earned all of this with his own hard work. Sarah had noticed the changes in Arnold, but her youngest son had always been so filial; she knew that without his earnings, they would have likely starved. She had no further expectations of him; in her eyes, it was already a blessing that he wasn't out wasting his life with untrustworthy women.
"Do you like this home, Mom?" Arnold asked. He lewdly hugged her, his large hand grabbing her buttocks. The sheer volume of her curves spilled between his fingers, and he couldn't help but think how amazing it would feel to take her from behind.
Sarah nodded, smiling warmly. "I'm very satisfied. Are you going out tonight? I'll go make dinner now."
Arnold pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her passionately for a long time, holding her until she felt breathless. "This is a new beginning for us, Mother. I love you!"
Sarah cupped his face in her hands, gazing at him tenderly. "Baby, Mommy loves you too." The process of winning over his mother was going smoothly, likely due to the deep bond they had formed over the years.
That evening, Arnold went to the bar to find the Penguin for a new commission. The Penguin handed him a note. "Help me kill this guy. He's from the Falcone family in Gotham. He's the one who killed my father and indirectly caused my mother and me to be kicked out. Kill him, and I'll give you five hundred thousand!"
Arnold took the note. "Killing is easy, but if you can't gain anything useful from it, you might as well hold off. One scumbag isn't enough; it would be more satisfying to include his whole family."
Even Arnold felt a bit abnormal saying those words. The Penguin looked at him with a strange expression. "Dude, you're a real freak. Just don't bring trouble upon your own family."
"Does Gotham actually have ironclad rules?" Arnold asked sarcastically, lighting a cigarette. "As far as I know, rape and murder are perfectly normal occurrences there." He knew there were no truly "good" people in Gotham; the sinful environment ensured that the good were schemed against and killed long ago.
"You certainly know a lot. Why the sudden interest?" The Penguin took a swig of wine, reminiscing about his days as Fish Mooney's sidekick.
"I'm just avenging Aunt Corina, don't overthink it," Arnold sneered.
A strange feeling arose in the Penguin's heart. He suspected his "brother" had feelings for his mother. He wondered if he should oppose it or support it. In this era, the concept of a cuckolded mother was foreign, and Oswald simply wanted her to be happy. However, two things bothered him: first, that his mother's potential partner was younger than him; and second, the dark, immoral excitement he felt at the thought of his mother being taken by a man.
"Are you serious about my mother?" the Penguin asked, looking down.
"Of course. If you're willing, I'd like to take her back to my new apartment. I'll treat her well," Arnold said confidently. His fetish was mature, voluptuous women; the idea of making an older woman submit while her son was nearby gave him a surge of pride that shot straight to his brain.
"If she is willing, you can take her. But if you try to force her or do anything malicious, I won't let you off the hook!" the Penguin threatened. He would not tolerate anyone bullying her.
"I'd kill myself first," Arnold exhaled smoke. "Should we still kill this person?"
"Kill! You just worry about the execution," the Penguin nodded. Arnold knew that a member of the Falcone family—Gimsa—wouldn't be an easy target. These gangsters were experts at escaping.
Before heading out for the hit, Arnold bought pizza and wine and went to Corina's upscale apartment. The door opened to find Corina looking sober and composed. She showed no distress as she stepped aside. "Come in."
Arnold set the pizza on the table. "Auntie, are you alright?"
Corina shook her head. "I'm fine. You're so thoughtful, always bringing pizza."
Arnold suddenly hugged her. "Auntie, I like you so much. I can't forget you; I see your face every time I close my eyes. Please, give me one more time! I want to marry you!"
His large hands skillfully grasped her buttocks while his fingers traced her most sensitive areas, causing her to tremble. Her initial resistance crumbled instantly under the physical assault on her senses.