telltale penguin

Indie Oswald Cobblepot from Batman Telltale series, crossover friendly/ written by nugget

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Writes my little penguin 

indie Oswald Cobblepot of Batman Telltale version. though very much willing to do everything else. Loves me some crossovers and ahoy. written by nugget

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----starter call----

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He says hi. wyd?

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Does Oswald spit or swallow?

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penguinussy

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inbox stuff----

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rosesandgunfire​:

“Hate me if you must, Oswald. I am a man of honor, and can accept scorn I have rightfully earned.” The old man reached into his lapel, retrieving a wide set manila envelope. It was sealed tight, addressed to the younger in red calligraphy. “I was able to recover your inheritance. The land, the deeds, and the money. it took some digging, and a lot of favors- but I hope it can ease the burden just a fraction.” He needed this to work. By God in Heaven, he n e e d e d this to work. This fued between himself and the young Arms Dealer was weighing on his operations and he needed an out. If he couldn’t mend this bridge it would end in war.

Penguin is speechless, no Oswald is speechless. Everything his family has lost, everything that has happened...all of it in one envelope, one thick envelope delivered by Falcone himself. 

This is...perhaps too much. 

But its actually happening, and there was so much-

plans to do. 

 “...This won’t ever end how much, I hate you. But find out what happened to my mum, and I won’t bother you anymore. Wether she’s still alive or not in arkham.”

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rosesandgunfire​:

“I can understand your.. difficulty believing me. I’ve done horrid things, in the name of what I’ve thought was right, or what I thought would benefit The Family. And in this, I wronged you- and your parents.”

His gaze averted, the man inhaling sharply through his teeth. “Things that I can never take back.”

“But I am growing old. And times are changing around me. I have had to bury my own children, because of my arrogance.”

 I couldn’t even bury my own parents or know where they were buried. He bitterly thinks because thats not the worse Falcone has done to this city, How many orphans were made because the bodies of their parents were dragged into the sea and never to be seen again. How many bodies were there?

 “Thats not the worst that could have happen to you. Just ask any of your victims.”

he hissed , fury still coursing in his veins. 

 “But thanks to you, I don’t live in Gotham anymore. Doing amends to the Cobblepots won’t mean a damm thing here.”

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rosesandgunfire​:

The smile fell, and so did his arms as Carmine let out an exhausted sigh. “I came to make peace, Oswald. To give penance.”

How does one make amends for the fall of a family? he had never been able to find an answer to that. Not for Bruce, not for Oswald certainly. But he had to try. For the sake of what he had build, for the sake of the city.

There is a lot of suspicious in his eyes. Perhaps far too much, and unbelieving of the other...seeming change of heart for the city of gotham. Where was this attitude? when they forced his own mother into arkham, injecting whatever concoction into her. 

He’s too afraid, to know what happened to her afterwards.  

 “Penance. For all the things you done.”

 “Is this a joke?”

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rosesandgunfire​:

“What, an old man can’t welcome home the city’s prodigal son?” He offered a grin, arms wide as if to embrace the Cobblepot heir. “We’ve missed you, you know.”

There is a moment of utter rage on young man face, because how dare he. How dare he say those words when it was himself and the actions of others, that drove the Cobblepots to the ground. 

“Prodigal son? I’m not Bruce Wayne. Why are you really here.”

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 “Well well, Falcone himself. What can this humble Penguin do for you?”

The sheer distaste that OSwald has for this man...can fuel a factory. 

@rosesandgunfire 

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brokentoys​:

The  Riddler  cackles,  amused  at  Penguin’s  attempt.  He  then  lift  a  finger  up,  &  waggles  it  condescendingly.  “  The  problem  is  you’re  thinking  too  literal,  ”  Riddler  informs  him,  but  then  shrugs.  “  But  as  I  said  -  names  do  not  matter  much.  I  know  you  as  Penguin,  you  know  me  as  Riddler  -  that’s  good  enough.  ”

He  reaches  down,  &  then  slams  a  large  briefcase  on  to  the  table  -  causing  it  to  shake  with  impact.  Swiftly,  Riddler  snaps  open  the  lid  to  reveal  thousands  of  dollars,  all  in  bills.  “  Now,  now  -  I  told  you  I’ve  got  the  money…  &  the  Riddler  doesn’t  lie.  ”

&  though  Riddler  doesn’t  doubt  the  Penguin’s  quality  of  guns,  that  statement  does  make  him  want  to  giggle.  But,  he  tries  all  he  can  to  stifle  it.  (  Yet,  his  lips  still  trembled.  )  He  clears  his  throat.  “  I’d  sure  hope  they  are.  Because  I  aaaam  paying  quite  a  generous  amount.  I  mean,  all  this  money  could  go  to  CHARITY  for  blind  children  instead-  ”  Riddler  then  mutters,  “  of  course,  given  how  corrupt  most  charities  are,  those  poor  blind  children  would  NEVER  SEE  the  money…  ”   he  giggles  at  that  tastefully  bad  joke  before  continuing,  “  sooooo..  none  of  my  soldiers  better  not  tell  me  their  gun  jammed,  or  they  had  any  mishaps  with  one,  mmm…  ?  ”

IF there was anything he disliked about Gotham, its the drama of it all. The Batman inspiring others to take up costume and making a mess of everything to the extreme, then again he’s part of that extreme now. Got a nice mask and everything, though no one would ever know why he chose penguin of all things as a symbol. Well bats are something else, and no one knows why batman exists. 

  “If they get jammed, its because your idiots don’t know how to maintain one. Their guns not toys. You got to show a bit of love for them to work. Give them some right maintenance.”

Though getting a gunsmith by legal menas is hard if your in the criminal business. Everything in Gotham seems to be aiming to destroy them, inside and out. No one wants to be here, but there is no choice at times. 

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/starter cal---

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hc because.

oswald has actually bad eyes and needs them fixed or something and can't see shit without lens.

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deciphertheriddler​:

Now that was unexpected. He tilts his head, analyzing the man. He didn’t seem to be lying, and yet— “You can’t be Oswald Cobblepot. There’s already an Oswald Cobblepot here, and it’s definitely not you.”

A little pause, just to gather his thoughts. “And I’m pretty sure there isn’t more than one Cobblepot family in Gotham. Are you trying to make fun of me?” It’s not even an accusation, just a genuine question.

 “I should be the one asking that mate.”

Its one thing to claim to be a cobblepot, but to take the whole nine yards? Disgusting. Arms cross, and looking a tad bit angry at this whole ordeal... 

 “Theres only one Cobblepot, and its me. Besides its not like theres any benefits of being a Cobblepot, not anymore. Fortune all gone.”

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the way i want oswald cobblepot to bottom themselve.