@gothamnetwork‘s August event: Oswald Cobblepot ↳ favourite lines
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@gothamnetwork‘s August event: Oswald Cobblepot ↳ favourite lines
What is important is that I have found someone. What good is love if it’s one-sided? (…) [My mother] used to tell me, “Life only gives you one true love, Oswald. When you find it, run to it.” So that is what I’m going to do.
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The Batman (2022) dir. Matt Reeves
[Sowwy for being so slow/not posting much since I came back!! ]
onexbadday:
— ♠️ || Jay smirked at the response, nudging Os gently. “Aw, c’mon…you know you missed me, Ozzie~” All jokes aside, though, Jay leaned a bit more heavily against Os with a sigh. “…things’r bad, Os. Didn’t mean t’be out of commission so long, to be gone. Got shot, several times, and stranded on Amusement Mile. Held the line, but…”
“…missed you. Still mad at me..?”
“Awfully presumptuous of you to put words in my mouth.” There’s no bite. No hackles raised or teeth bared as weight nudges and leans heavily against him. Seeing Jay again is a mixed bag that he doesn’t quite know how to handle.
Still mad at me?
“Yes.” The answer is off his tongue before he can think to stop it--knowing full well just how bratty it may sound. If anyone in Gotham can hold a grudge, it is Oswald Cobblepot. He doesn’t have it in him to sugarcoat it. Knows that it won’t provide either of them any benefit.
A sniff leaves the Kingpin and he glances away, aside. Anywhere but the Clown. “Well, being shot aside, at least you still appear to be standing. Quite a feat nowadays.”
So why DID you name the dog Edward?
Consider this a formal invitation to pop into my askbox and ask my muse questions that make them think; Always Accepting!!
The million dollar question; He remembers the glances the dog’s name had brought after he’d declared it out loud. Mister Penn’s desire to ask, stopped only by his better judgment when Oswald’s harsh gaze had rounded on the man. He hears the whispers behind their hands. The notion that he still holds a flame for the man is laughable; the list of apologies they owe each other too long and numerous to touch while Gotham burns.
“Call me sentimental.” The expression on his face says anything but as he snaps his fingers toward the dog in question. Of course, he holds nothing but adoration and love for the actual animal.
But the name hadn’t come from anything but contempt. A joke. Cruel and just, something his namesake deserved after twisting that knife of betrayal once more. Along the same vein of the displaying the man in his Lounge, centerfold, for all of Gotham to see.
What better to honor Edward Nygma’s memory than a drooling, bumbling dog?
“I enjoy having the reminder of my very close friend. The resemblance is UNCANNY–Don’t you think?” As if to prove his point, a trail of slobber falls from Edward’s jowls, dripping on the floor as he wags his stub of a tail up at Oswald.
@onexbadday asked:
Don't mind Jay, he's just gonna sidle up to the Birb and lean against his side, poking Os' cheek. "Pretty birb~" 💚
Attention drifted away from his paperwork at the digit poking against his cheek, blue eyes taking a moment to flicker to towards the other man at the flattery. “You know, I’d ask how you got in here--but experience tells me I won’t like the answer.”
Still, he can’t be blamed if he leans back just slightly, returning the affection for a moment.
Oswald, my beloved
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Oswald + Leyendecker 2/?
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“And that,” Ed flipped to the next slide of his presentation, turning with utmost professionalism to Oswald as he stood in the light of the projector, “Is my explanation as to why you should invest in my plan to create a thirty story Escape Room.”
“Doesn’t thirty stories seem a bit..excessive?” It’s an honest criticism, as eyes dart to his companion once the presentation is officially over and done.
“Frankly, Edward my dear old friend, this seems rather...convoluted.” Hands thread together, resting on the top of his desk before he leans forward, “And certainly not profitable.”
“What’s in it for me?”
jamesgordonofgotham:
No, of course Jim didn’t want someone else taking over what Oswald currently controlled. He dearly wished that every time he cleared out some of the chaos from Gotham, more didn’t ooze back in to fill the space, newer and more chaotic.
At least he knew Oswald. There was history here, good and bad. Better the devil you knew, wasn’t that how the phrase went?
God, how he hated that smug smile. Jim’s expression didn’t change, and he continued to stare him down. “Six months.”
Five years narrowed down to six months? It was certainly a good thing Jim wasn’t a gambling man. Six months was nothing. A sneeze worth of service; of which he had no doubt he could lessen with a few nicely placed strings.
Unless Jim had been bluffing from the start. Perhaps he had; he had been getting more and more privvy to the showmanship of Gotham’s criminals. The careful shuffle of cards that came with these sorts of negotiations.
“Six months,” Oswald repeated before eyes drifted down to his hands, inspecting his nails with a quiet sniff. “--And no one touches my Estate while I’m incarcerated.”
mr-lucius-fox:
akillerconundrum:
Judging by the way the troubled man was staring at his friend, the Riddler wasn’t fond of the situation in the least, bottled by the nervous, smirking nitwit clinging to his new Engineer Eyecandy like a life line.
At Lucius’ question, he inhaled quickly through his teeth, smile twitching at the edges as he glanced between the two. Had the three of them ever been in the same place at once? Why the market of all places? At least it was public- although he didn’t imagine that would stop anyone from making a scene if they so chose… But for Lucius’ sake-
Foxy’s foxy enough to know this won’t last. Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when I’m gone. What am I?
Everything was under control. This was fine. He was fine. Better every day. Ignore it.
Lucius squared his shoulders as he faced Cobblepot fully. “Contrary to what you might assume about me, I didn’t force Edward’s hand in this choice. He made it himself. I can’t make this kind of choice for Ed, it wouldn’t be fair. To even try and coerce him with tricks and promises would be incredibly cruel, especially to someone, who at the very least … I call a friend.”
“And it isn’t how I’d want my friends to treat me. I’d want them to be honest, good decisions or bad that I was making.”
Letting out a breath, he nodded once, gaze turning to Ed. “I’m going to go fetch the last of the things on this list, and I’ll meet you up front when you’re done here.” With another quick nod to Oswald, he turned and moved away.
A muscle jumped in the bird’s jaw at Lucius’ words, tongue held to keep from making a rather smart comment on the danger of assumptions. There was a time and a place for everything after all. Ripping into Lucius in public--especially while his partner stood before them? Certainly not the time nor place. Especially if it meant risking Edward’s friendship.
Visible eye rolled to his companion once Lucius disappeared and a contemplative look settled on Oswald’s face. Quite the moral dilemma, wasn’t it? Dragging Edward back to the supposed dark side--or letting him fade into the domestic lifestyle.
“I suppose I should allow you back to your business.” He began, shifting weight to his braced leg. “You’ve my number Edward. See to it you still use it. I don’t appreciate being left to fall to the wayside--even if we aren’t discussing business.”