P E N G U I N

❝ I'LL BE EVER.❞

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fights the penguins

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Oswald is certainly triggered by this—-but the penguins outnumber the brunette and Oswald is certain they will fight back, preferably by pecking at Ed’s kneecaps…that way for just a moment he may be TALLER !

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A hand rests over his mouth as he stares at the woman---his head nodding slightly as she speaks. As he anticipated, there was cause for their meeting. . .she had information for him. . .but he expects it will not be free--oh no, she’d certainly request something for the trouble.It all depended on WHAT she wanted for him to be fully captivated.

“Is that so?” His head would cant slightly, his brows lifting as he takes a step forwards, his forearms meeting the back as he leans closer to her, “----Well color me curious. What sort of information do you have for me---and most importantly what exactly do you want in exchange?” His demeanor had changed, and instead of being annoyed by her visit, he was centered on what Mary potentially had been selling. “No price is too high for good information.” Lips curl as a shakey chuckle escapes, his shoulders pulling together as he stands upright once more, “So who else does this involve other than me?”

[riddl3r]

All my life I felt like there was someone inside of me. Someone stronger and smarter. Someone that people would fear. Now I know who I am. Without him. I am the Riddler!

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The worlds shock Oswald, enough that brows pull together slowly, his mouth formed into a solemn frown---and as the SWAT team is mentioned his eyes would open a bit wider only to relax as Tate speaks once more. “That’s. . .horrible.” The raven-haired male mumbles softly, providing a gentle sigh, “I remember all of my kills but. . .it’s never come down to a CHILD---I’m so very sorry Tate, it’s a burden that you shouldn’t have to bare. . .I will do all I can to help you, though I wager it won’t exactly be a lot. . .I only really ask that things stay as calm as they are, I have nowhere else to retreat to, this is my solace from the life I live in the streets of Gotham. . .as well as the last place I have spent with my father.” Eyes break, staring down at his lap as he recalls the poisoned decanter, “It’s hard to believe he was in and out of my life so quick after spending three decades without him. . .I truly hope that bitch is rotting in hell.” A hand balls into a fist, his nose flaring slightly before his gaze redirects, “---Sorry I. . .remembered something---please continue.”

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Oswald remains still, his icy hues watching as Victor had frozen both of his men, his head bobbing slightly as he takes in the sight, though at the mention of his last name, his gaze returns to the taller male. There’s a subtle nod, his lips forcing a smile, “It’s a pleasure as always Victor.” He is aware of the threat though he makes no reaction to it, rather he has an idea to fulfill the agreement but Oswald has his doubts, ones that will be kept under the rug. “I will be sure to do right by you.” His eyes return to the frozen pair of men as he slowly approaches, squinting slightly as he stares at one of them through the ice. “Whatever it takes Victor. I will do my best.”

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“---Don’t remind me. The food in Arkham was repulsive, consider this dinner an act of mercy.” There’s a brief chuckle, his head cocking to the side as he stared at Edward. “They could at least give you salt and pepper but apparently that is far too much to ask---though the red jello was good at the start, it became the bane of my existence. Doubt I will ever eat jello that color again.” The door is held open for the brunette before he enters the captains quarters. 

“It’s a bit cramped in here, but I’m having a safe installed back home.” There’s a shrug as he makes a staggered approach the dining room, taking his seat only to turn and continue to speak to Edward, “I’ll have to have you over some time. Wait till you meet the ‘kids’.” He had been referring to his adopted Waddle of penguins. “There’s about seven of them, though one of them is still fairly young, I admit he’s my favorite----” The food would be ushered in by a waitress, who’d set it on the table and make her exit. “Help yourself first, you must be famished.”

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A curious gaze follows Edward as he sits calmly in his seat, completely unmoved by the male's display---after all, Oswald assumes that’s what he wants. A challenge, resistance of some sort. Eyes relax to half-mast, as he relaxes into his chair, his lips forming a very subtle smile.  “Shame on me.” He mutters in response, his shoulders shrugging slightly as he allows a gentle chuckle to escape.

“How romantic.” He states briefly, finally uncrossing his legs as he stands up, his body slowly turning to face the other, “Least its more appealing than this. . .chat.” Fingertips meet, his head tilting upwards slightly. “Clearly nothing I say will get through to. . .you----I suppose action may provide a more favorable outcome. . .though I must admit refusing your. . .offer could prove to be far more appealing in the long run.”  There’s a gentle chuckle as he approaches the brunette, “But I’ll bite----what kinda game do you want to play? and I suppose most importantly what are the stakes?”

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🐧

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 I’m sorry if I ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ                                     I’m sorry if it got that 𝘣𝘢𝘥

                I’m sorry I can’t ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ         Somebody should’ve 𝘩𝘢𝘥 your 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠

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batman returns - designing the penguin army

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Oswald + gloves requested by a lovely anon

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Icy hues shift to the brunette, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as a hand raises to brush his bangs to the side, “---Did you now?” Oswald’s gaze would shift to the bottle, taking it from Edward to read over the label before his eyes flicker back up to the other for a brief moment as he feels a wash of Deja Vu hit him. He’d pause before clearing his throat, approaching a liquor cabinet to fetch the wine bottle opener. 

“Well. I figured cooking would show good faith. Us coming together after so long is a very special occassion, wouldn’t you agree?” There’s a pop from the cork before he sets the tool down, turning to face Edward as he offers a brief shrug. “I suppose setting the table, but we have time to enjoy the wine you brought first.” Slow shakey steps are taken as he approaches the long dining room table, pouring both himself and Edward a glass before he places the bottle down. “How have things been fairing for you?” He questions, brows rising in interest as he pulls a chair out for Ed before taking his own seat. Oswald is quick to take the glass, raising it briefly before taking a mouthful, quickly downing it before redirecting his attention once more. 

Oswald sits calmly, though his chest feels as though it’s in a knot---he hopes Edward doesn’t notice how quick he is to go after the wine, but he considers it a way to release the anxiety that seemed to REFUSE to escape. He figures he will attempt to maintain a sense of calmness between them, but he can’t help but watch Edward like a hawk, curious to any changes in his demeanor. . .least then he’d know how to approach this situation. His feelings hadn’t ceased, rather he feels them so much stronger now that he is seeing Edward after so long but just because he had felt this way, didn’t mean Ed had. . .in fact Oswald believes the brunette is simply there because of the business proposition. 

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“---Of course. I wouldn’t leave you in the dirt should trouble arise. . .Wouldn’t even dream of it.” Lips form a smile, his head nodding slightly, “Least as things sit now. I enjoy your company, and your craft---well I fancy that as well. It’s how I got where I am today after all. Long as you don’t betray me, I wouldn’t consider doing so to you.” Shoulders pull together, providing a slight shrug. “Edward would be more curious to why you are trailing him, though perhaps you can toy with his perception of reality if you REALLY need to. . .as for Jerome, well I wager you might want to just up close and personal with the clown. Make him think you are one of his followers. . .He wouldn’t question seeing you then. Should trouble arise, a simple phone call will have me coming to get you immediately. I will do whatever it takes to assure your survival, you dying would just be messy anyway and I don’t like messes.”

Penguin wants to show his dedication to their partnership, paving her way to prove that he is to be trusted. She would be free---but under constant watch by those she interacted with should she accept the envelope he was going to reveal. Though he says he wouldn’t abandon her, such wasn’t wholesomely true, at least not yet. He is still unsure of her loyalty. 

“----Indeed, I understand what you are saying. . .I could offer weapons if that interests you as well. There isn’t a shortage for me as you know. Whatever you need. . .I’ll be glad to give, including this---” A hand reaches into his jacket, pulling an envelope only to set it in front of her as well, “Inside you will a handful of licensing cards for you and your closest people. This will allow you access to an abundance of equipment that Mr. Valeska and Ed have zero access to. It’ll set you up for success I’m sure.”

“I would very much like to see a longterm friendship flourish out of this but should you turn on me I’m sure you understand what would follow. I hold loyalty and honesty at the top of my list, and should one of those not be met, it would prove I cannot rely on you. I don’t want that for us----rather I want to help you as much as you help me, so I am willing to give you whatever you ask for, for doing this little FAVOR  for me.”

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        ❛   unlike you , i keep my word. the promises i make become my reality.   ❜   /   @stoutheartedkingpin   +   “ reality ” by jonathan groff

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Penguin takes in a heavy breath, hands held out at his sides, his palms facing the ceiling,  “I keep my promises---least, some of the time.” A gentle hum of amusement escapes, “Last I checked, I don’t owe YOU any favors.” He’d shift in his seat, one hand shifting to rest on a knee of his crossed legs, the other grabbing a glass of wine only to lift it in the direction of the BAT. “Nor have I done anything that would warrant a visit. I’ve been good. Promise.” A lie---one that is rather obvious on account to the grin plastered on his face, nonetheless he raises the glass to his lips, taking a sip before placing on the table that separated the distance between them.

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Perhaps he should have expected such a response from Zsasz, that the male would take his words literally---Oswald makes a mental note to speak literally from now on---after all, bloodstains on an intricately carved purpleheart desk would clash. A gentle TSK escapes as he sits up in his chair, his icy hues looking from the bag to Zsasz, “---Well. . .I thank you for. . .this but I figured you’d bring a finger, maybe a wallet----but I suppose a severed head does just the same, it's just. .  .” He scoots back in his desk chair before leaning to pull a small trashcan from under his desk, “I’m trying to keep this desk in nice condition so I’d appreciate if you didn’t. . .dirty it up with blood.” Slowly, he picks the burlap bag up and drops it into the trash, his attention returning to the bald male.  “Regardless, the task is complete so I suppose we will need to continue forth onto greener pastures.”