[ closed starter for @stillpenguinking ]
Jerome had been staring at Oswald for an hour, watching him sleep. He had expected his friend to wake up when he felt the pressure of him sitting down on the bed. But it had been 60 LONG minutes and there was still no sign of the man waking up. He probably thought he was free of their friendship now he was in Arkham, but he was WRONG because Jerome still had ways to get inside. While there were guards that could be bought, he’d always have a way in.
Boredom eventually got the better of Jerome, and he leaned in to press a HARD kiss to Oswald’s lips. There was NOTHING romantic about it. It was just because he had nothing better to do and wanted him awake. When Oswald responded by kissing him back and wrapping his arms around his neck, Jerome laughed loudly. His laughter only grew more intense when he was pushed to the ground and the man started shouting. “It’s what happens in all the fairytales, old friend! The kiss awakens the sleepy PRINCESS!”