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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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Do you have any ideas on being a Nygmapott kid? Like I love those two dweebs so much. Like it would chaotic as fuck to be raised by them but the fits you would show up with on picture day would be immaculate and what kid doesn’t need a knife in their school supplies?

You are my dads, you're my dads! Boogie woogie woogie!

Parents NygmaCobblepot X Child Reader

Yes, I have ideas 😍 I love this concept so so much we need more of it here in this hellsite omg familial/platonic fics have a special place in my heart 💝 also I'm adding some big brother Martin! Thank you for the request!

💚 Let's start with our family dynamic:

Edward is the fretting mama hen. Remember that one episode where he reminded Jimbo and Bullock not to forget to wear rubber-soled boots? Yes, that is your dad. He's the one who carries snacks, a first aid kit, sewing kit, fire starters, anything his curious little dove needs for nourishment.

You tripped?

"Oh you poor dear! Are you alright? Let's get you up, upsy-daisy! There we go! Hmm... Does the scrape hurt? Here, let's patch you up."

Skipping meals? Oh you are never doing that especially in his vicinity.

"Dinner's rea-- what do you mean you just ate? Look at you! I insist, come here. I made you your favourite!"

Of course, the go-to person to help you with school work.

"Yes, my dove? Pythagorean theorem? Why of course I'll help you!"

An absolute delight, a touch too protective at times and would mope if you don't give him attention and will become passive aggressive because of it, bit clingy at times as well. With his intelligence, he expects you aspire to be at the same level as he is and it's okay if you don't achieve that feat. Huh, he sounds like an Asian mother.

🖤 Oswald is a bit more laid-back. Well, more laid-back compared to Edward, that is. He knows that as Penguin, myriads of enemies had pinned him and Edward at the top of hitlists, his relation with you would be put in jeopardy, therefore this brings out his streak of overprotective nature... He puts you up for extensive amounts of self-defence trainings, handling of weapons and of course, given you bodyguards. Now bodyguards is a bit extra, but your father insists.

"Little dove, I'm going to need you to take your uncle Zsasz with you in this school trip. No it's not 'too much', it's just an extra precaution. Now I also need you to take the pocket knife your dad gave you just in case and keep it hidden, because your school is a bit dramatic."

Other than that, he is more laid-back. He trusts you can take care of yourself and reassures you if ever you need help, he and your dad are always there for you and would give you anything you need.

"You need three tubs of acid? I'll lend you some funds to use and buy yourselves protective gears too. Make sure you have your older brother with you."

Oswald is the father who often sits down with his children to tell them stories and life stories, introducing figures from his past that made him as he is now (your grandmother Gertrude, of course), lessons, advice and the like as a family pass time. He feels as though the most valuable thing he can pass to his children are his stories and how it shaped him, hoping they can pave their own stories, walk their paths with their head held up high no matter the obstacles, bounce back from disasters and whatnot.

He is one of those parents who thinks their children are absolute angels.

"My dove can do no wrong! They're a sweet little cherub, they couldn't have pushed that little brat of yours for no good reason!"

And he will throw hands to those who disagree.

🤍 Big brother Martin is a sassy lad who is begrudgingly being dragged anywhere if ever his demon of a little sibling has some murderous plans to fulfil. Sneaky little thing and a smooth liar with ingénue eyes, no one would ever suspect him of staying up until midnight to bury a body with you.

"Fine, but you owe me dessert for three weeks."

As siblings, there's the tendancy to be playfully hostile to one another and that is something you both have-- such as flipping each other off when parents aren't looking, or childishly sticking tongues out, being sarcastic to one another, annoying and inconveniencing the other, etc etc but nothing will ever divide you.

"Hey dork. I'm heading out. You want something?"

💚 Edward is the "Does not want pets" kind of dad and will fight to the death to insist that pets are not needed in the household... Then after begrudgingly adopting a pet, he'll be found being an absolute sweetheart to the new addition to your family.

Each others confidant, because there are things you cannot tell your dad and father, lest they should ground you for life and your older brother Martin says not a word just so long you keep his secrets safe as well.

"Thanks for being attentive. I feel so much better."

Oh Oswald was the definitely the one that brought up the idea of buying a pet and did not stop standing his ground and doing whatever it takes to adopt a pet. If the Penguin is something, he is determined. His determination is extra strong if his children are in total agreement of having a pet.

🖤 Dad Edward and Father Oswald would be in total support of whatever their interests and hobbies their children are pursuing.

"Go ahead, little doves."

"Enjoy! Don't forget to eat your sandwiches!"

They can't promise they would always be there because let's be honest, as the Riddler and Penguin, they are most likely having the usual in and out of Arkham but goddamnit, they always make sure you're having the time of your life and aware of their support for you.

🤍 Ohohohooo, picture day would be immaculate indeed. See those two divas? What should happen if the said divas were to raise children of their own? Pass on their diva-ness, of course and with diva-ness, comes with highly eccentric, yet fashionable senses. Now expenses are not a problem for the two husband's because you know *cough* but anyways, they both give you immense amount of selections of clothes you could want and more.

Oh to pull up in picture day and pose for the camera, now there's a portrait of bad bitches right there. And family pictures are bomb of course especially when your dad is highly meticulous about props and lighting.

Martin is a little tense before cameras and has a hard time smiling for the camera in a way that he considers as more photogenic and he feels guilty for it because he thinks he is the one ruining the photos. Well you know that won't settle well with your dad and father, sending Martin reassurances. Because of that, most of his pictures are captured when he isn't looking and they turn out really well, as he was less tensed and more natural.

💚 Oh Oswald has his work desk decked with family pictures, framed and just something he smiles fondly at. Private office in your home that is, god hell will break loose if they were to use his children against him.

Edward is the type of dad with his kids photo in his wallet and will not hesitate to show them off in an appropriate setting because again, criminal life, use his kids against him yadda yadda.

In the living room of the Nygma-Cobblepot home, there is a massive painting of the family of four and Oswald is proud of it.

🖤 Teacher-parents conference are... Uh...

"Do you know why I have called you here, Mister and Mister Nygma-Cobblepot?" The teacher asks from across the desk.

"Is my little dove not doing well in school?" Oswald asks, leaning closer in worry.

"Well, I guess you could say that," the teacher says. Before Edward can comment upon that vague answer of her's, she continues. "Y/N had been causing trouble among their peers."

"Would you be more clear, Miss Martinez?" By this, Oswald's annoyance became more apparent. His child? They would never! Well, they do have the tendancy to-- that's not the point!

"Well, first they claimed to have accidentally spilled dangerous chemicals on their classmate during chemistry, something that was dismissed as just as that, an accident. Then, by the next period they were accused of pushing that said student in the flight of stair from the second floor, which they denied. Since there were no witnesses, no one was really sure but the student that fell was so sure."

... yeah, that's something their Y/N would do. That's what Edward thinks at least.

"Our Y/N wouldn't do such a thing! They're an absolute angel! Just the sweetest little creature!" Oswald had to be help down, as Edward fears that the more he leans forward, the closer he is to lunging across the table and strangle the teacher.

"Oswald, let's calm down and--"

"I AM CALM! I DEMAND Y/N TO BE CALLED HERE AND EXPLAIN THEMSELF! IF THEY WERE TO DO THOSE, THE REASON WOULD HAVE BEEN VALID!"

"Sir, with all due respect, regardless of what the reason may be it is still not appropriate for a child to push another child from the top of the stairs!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE--!"

🤍 Will you be allowed to follow after your dad and father's footsteps in a life of crime? Your parents are nothing but supportive but this life is something the deem to be a dangerous life to live, and so as much as they want you to be encouraged to do whatever your heart is set into, they will still make sure that aspects of yourself suit this life.

He knows that you know that this life truly is... Something. But he and Edward made sure your childhood was nothing but happy. Sure there was a touch of premature exposure to violence, but you turned out fine! But I digress.

Martin doesn't fully follow after Edward and Oswald, but he does some errands for them from time to time such as father incriminating photographs, blackmail materials, disposing of evidence and whatnot.

"Next time, let's lay out newspapers to make cleaning easier, okay?"

💚 If you want to become a hero? Oh boy. Oh no that won't settle well, they'd begrudgingly accept and support you... Though a bit heartbroken because of course, they would be fighting against their child if it ever came to it.

"Don't just stand there, shoot the bat! And just the bat!"

🖤 As for the family business, asking if you can take over the Iceberg Lounge oh Oswald will be more than happy! It is less dangerous than the crime life he is living and it would be the perfect opportunity to bestow you a sentimental piece! Of course he will let you take over, he believes in you!

"Oh my little dove, this will be exciting! Allow me to teach you some basics!"

🤍 Just a fun family in general. A bit eccentric, but they stick together 💝

#edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #gotham edward nygma #gotham oswald #nygmobblepot #platonic #familial #gotham martin #edward nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #request #sweetums0kitty

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jewishfalin · 2 years

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Just One Normal Night Alone Together

Ed Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot

(This is my first fanfic in like 10 years pls be nice to me)

I wrote a domestic riddlebird fanfic about them having a romantic dinner together at home. Loosely based on gotham, but also some other things and just a fan interpretation of the characters and what I want to see. I'm just havin fun and want to see these bitches happy.

I've written them as t4t jewish butch lesbians cuz I am projecting here I'm ngl. I use he/she pronouns for Ed and he/they for Oswald. Anyways, interpret however u will in a respectful way and enjoy.

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It was a lovely friday evening, and maybe the first night in many that The Batman will finally be able to get some rest. Or, at least, a break from the Penguin and the Riddler. Crime is tough business, and even these two need a day off every now and then, and this one is special. It’s their date night.

Ed is in the kitchen cooking dinner for him and Oswald’s evening alone. She smiles and hums along to the cheery tunes coming from her old music tape she has playing in the background, while she focuses on getting just the perfect amount of sweet paprika in a beaker that he uses as a measuring cup. He has her own little cooking space in their home, which is more like a laboratory than a kitchen. She does use it as one from time to time for some of her projects, but of course, he keeps all the equipment used for experiments and such carefully separated from the cooking supplies.

Ed and Oswald have bickered over their difference in cooking styles in the past, and they still do sometimes, but in a more playful manner than before. Eddie likes to have very precise measurements of all of his ingredients when he cooks, as well as and especially when baking.

Oswald personally finds exact measurements in cooking to be unnecessary, and their mother always told him that the best way to cook is to measure with your heart. Oswald has now come to understand that Eddie does measure with his heart too, it just happens that Ed’s heart is very particular with her spices.

Oswald is upstairs in their room, getting dressed up. He had just gotten done doing their hair and makeup after he had gotten out of a warm bath to soothe his aching. Oswald is aware that it’s their own house and that they’re alone together tonight, and that his lovely spouse would swoon at anything they wore (or didn't wear for that matter), but he still wanted to feel handsome and impress her.

Eddie had asked Ozzy to stay outside the kitchen, since she wanted the meal to be a surprise, but it is near impossible to keep the fumes of a delicious dish confined to a single room, and familiar smells fill the home. Oswald already has a good guess what Ed is preparing, but they'll still pretend to keep wondering and act surprised when he comes downstairs, so that they can see that precious excited smile on Eddie’s face that he adores so much.

Oswald sits at the edge of his bed as he secures his leg brace, then takes his cane from beside him and stands up, taking a deep breath. They then head out of the room and make their way down the stairs to meet Ed in the dining room. Once Oswald is downstairs, he sets his cane aside nearby and takes a seat at their dining table. He gets there earlier than Ed, but he doesn't mind.

Ozzy sits there and enjoys the ambiance of the muffled music in the distance and warm fragrance coming from the kitchen. There’s already two sets of silverware, neatly folded napkins, and wine glasses carefully placed at their seats at the table, along with an unopened bottle of red wine, and two unlit candles at the center between them. For a moment, Oswald considers opening the wine early while he waits for his lover, but decides against it, so that they can share the first taste together.

After a few minutes, Eddie could be heard scrambling out from the kitchen and up the stairs, mumbling to themself frantically. Oswald smiled and chuckled quietly to themself in adoration as they heard this and tapped their foot as they waited eagerly for his spouse to come back downstairs. Once Ed was ready, he sprinted downstairs and into the dining room.

“Oswald!” She exclaimed, then stopped to catch her breath. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her spouse who was sitting at the table, smiling at her.

“Well, hello, Eddie-darling!” Said Oswald, fondly.

Ozzy dressed a bit lighter than usual tonight, but stunning nonetheless. He was dressed in a nice pair of black and violet plaid dress pants, a lavender satin blouse, and a dark robe with soft puffy feathers on it. They had been together for years now, but Eddie still blushed and grinned widely at the site of his beautiful spouse dressed up for an occasion.

Ed was also dressed up in one of her green suits and a purple tie, that she had borrowed from Oswald years ago and never returned. Oswald doesn’t dare ask for it back anyways, since it looks so damn stunning on Eddie. She’s been growing his hair out too, and it’s been getting wavy and there was something new about the way she styled it tonight. Oswald stared up at her with a dreamy expression and if they were a cartoon, they'd have hearts floating above their head.

Eddie giggled and flapped his arms a little while bouncing on her feet lightly.

“Wow! You look so gorgeous- Well, you always do, but you know!” She told Oswald, with a big grin.

Oswald smiled and laughed, “Oh, hush, you're the one to talk!” He responded, as he stood up. They hugged each other and shared a gentle kiss.

“Oh, dinner is ready!” Ed said, “I'll go get that- Don’t go anywhere!”

He gave Oswald a quick kiss on the forehead before going back to the kitchen to retrieve their meal. Oswald giggled and sat back down with a loving sigh.

Soon enough, Eddie came back with a rolling serving cart that had their covered plates and a fresh loaf of challah wrapped in a beautifully embroidered cloth. He set Oswald’s plate in front of where he was sitting, and then set her own plate at her side of the table, but didn't take a seat yet.

From the window, they could see that the sun hadn't set just yet, but was slowly sinking down towards the horizon. It was time to light candles and say shabbat blessings.

It’s not all the time that they get a shabbat alone together away from all the chaos in this g-d forsaken city, so on the rare occasions that they do, they like to make the most of it. The traditions they share are one of the few things that keep them grounded and sane (Well, as much as is possible for the two of them, anyway). To feel human and happy, together, at least for just a night, is a blessing to them that they will always cherish.

Eddie lights the candles, and they both wave their hands in front of their closed eyes before saying the blessing over them. After the candle lighting, Ed starts to bounce up and down and dance towards Ozzy as she begins to sing Shalom Eleinu, and she gently lifts a shy Ozzy out of his chair and swings him around. Oswald laughs sheepishly and begins to sing along with him, and together they dance for a minute or so.

Once they’re done, they grin and laugh together happily and Ed goes to uncork the wine and fills one of the glasses. She begins to recite Kiddush and Oswald joins in. Once they have blessed the wine, Eddie takes a sip out of the glass and passes it to Ozzy, who does the same.

The wine is a deliciously rich and acidic pinot noir. Ed’s choice in wine adds more evidence to Oswald’s guess of what she had made for dinner. Eddie may have a habit of being a bit predictable, but Ozzy is charmed by it and tries not to think too much about the fact that tonight's surprise dinner won't be much of a surprise to him, but he’s sure he'll love what Ed has made nonetheless.

Finally, they bless the bread, tear off a piece each, and sit back down to enjoy. The challah is still warm and fluffy and tastes amazing, and Ed’s effort put into his baking definitely shows.

Eddie stares at Oswald eagerly as he removes the cover from his plate to reveal the goulash he had spent hours meticulously cooking. Oswald smiled. His guess was correct.

“Oh, Ed, wow! This looks delicious.” He said.

Ed’s smile widened and he waved her hands in victory.

“I'm glad you think so! I tried to get it just right, and I feel like last time it could have been better, so I added more paprika, and-” she continued to ramble about her process for another minute while Oswald listened and looked up at her with loving eyes.

“Well anyways- I really hope you like it!” Eddie ended.

“Eddie, please, dear. All your meals turn out absolutely fantastic. Thank you.” Oswald said.

They both say bracha, and then begin to eat. The meal was delicious and very nostalgic and comforting to Oswald. Of course, it was not the same as his mother’s, but inspired, and had it’s own charm to it. The texture is something new as well, for Eddie’s sake, which Ozzy doesn’t mind. Ed’s love really did show through his cooking in this meal of theirs. She seemed pleased with himself too.

“How is it?” Eddie asks.

Oswald smiles and nods, putting a finger up as they take a moment to finish chewing.

“It's perfect, Ed, thank you. I love it.” He says, happily.

Eddie grins widely and joyfully rocks in her chair. “Oh good, I'm really glad!”

They continue on with their meal, rambling and laughing together. At one point, Ed gets up to put on some music on their record player. After they have finished dinner, Eddie takes their plates back to the kitchen and hurries back with dessert; pumpkin pie, and a fresh mulled wine to go with it.

Eddie explains that he wanted to keep dessert simple and decided on pumpkin pie because it’s the fall, and Ozzy showers her in thanks and compliments, knowing doing so will make her blush.

They spent more time together at the table, having loving banter, and playing guessing games. After dessert, they argued playfully over who was going to clean up, and eventually gave up and decided to work together. Once they've taken their dishes to the kitchen and tidied up, they head to their piano room.

Eddie plays whatever song comes to his mind, and Ozzy sits next to him and sings along, or hums and makes up words along with the tune if he doesn't know the words, or if the song doesn't already have any words to go with it. Ozzy’s improvised singing gets Ed to giggle, and Ozzy laughs too.

After a while, Oswald gets up and hugs Ed from behind, holding her tightly for a long moment and Ed plays a little slower, then eventually stops to soak in the embrace. Ozzy kisses him on the top of her head and runs their fingers through his hair.

“I love you, Eddie-darling.” Ozzy tells her.

Ed hums and gently takes Oswald’s hand and kisses it.

“I love you too, dear.” Ed responds, fondly.

Eddie turns around and hugs Oswald tightly, then looks up at them with a warm smile.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He asks.

Oswald smiles and kisses him.

“I'd love to.”

And so, Eddie takes Oswald's hands as he gets up and they both go to pick a record to listen to. Normally, there would be some bickering between the two of them when picking one out together, but, surprisingly, none tonight.

Ed fumbled with the record player and eventually the music began to play and she giggled with excitement once it did. They swayed to the music, took each other by the hands, and began dancing together, slowly. It took them a bit to decide who would lead, and they agreed that they'd take turns and switch after each song.

They spent the next half-hour there, dancing, chatting, and drinking wine. At one point, they stopped to take a break, and in that time, Oswald brought out a joint to smoke. They half-jokingly debated a bit about it breaking shabbat, being that they would have to light it, but ended on deciding it’s probably fine, since Oswald smokes to relieve his chronic pain. Eddie lights it for them, though. He’s supporting his wife, after all.

Plus, neither of them are that observant anyways, but they like to at least try to be on days like these when they have enough peace to do so. Their happy days.

They smoke through Oswald’s long cigarette holder that they own simply for the aesthetic, and Eddie has to admit she looks incredibly hot with it. Once they've finished, they hold each other and tell jokes for a few minutes, then decide they want to dance more, so they help each other up and get back to their waltz.

They chat a little more, and then after a while, their dancing gets slower and they become silent, sinking into each other and getting lost in the music.

Tumbala, tumbala, tumbalalaika…

Ozzy closes his eyes, resting his head on Eddie's chest. Ozzy can feel the vibrations, as she hums along to the song.

Meydl, meydl, ch'vel bay dir fregen,

Vos kan vaksn, vaksn on regn?

Vos kon brenen un nit oyfhern?

Vos kon benken, veynen on trern?

The riddle in the song reminds Oswald of Ed, and it makes them smile. He can tell Ed likes this part of the song too, with the way he sways more and sings along quietly to himself.

Narisher bkcher, vos darfstu fregn?

A shteyn ken vaksn, vaksn on regn.

Libeh ken brenen un nit oyfhern.

A harts kon benken, veynen on trern.

Now they're both singing along, to the words they know, and humming to the words they don't know. They laugh quietly together and as the song ends, they hold each other tightly and share a gentle, passionate kiss.

They pull away and smile at each other.

“Let's go to bed.” Oswald says.

Ed kisses him on the forehead.

“Of course, dear.”

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a-library-of-old · 8 months

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I cannot sleep for the life of me and feel like making a fic which should I do?

#jack horner #big jack horner #doctor otto octavius #oswald cobblepot #otto octavius #edward nygma #riddlebird #nygmobblepot #big jack horner x reader #jack horner x reader #raimi otto octavius x reader

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bri-notthecheese · 1 year

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Tagged by @gottaread2!!! Thank you for the tag, I’m excited!!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

1. Weighted - “Edward, come to bed.”

2. An Official First - Shit. Shit! (drabble I gifted for Valentine’s Day that’s from unposted Dark Souls 2 OC stuff ^_^ )

3. like a comet pulled from orbit - Freya curses their luck as Kratos steers Svanna and Speki into a nearby cave and out of the snowstorm.

4. Her Good Little Secret - Even the sunlight will do favors for Dr. Halsey.

5. Wake Up Call - Are you kidding me? (Another Dark Souls 2 OC piece)

6. After the Storm - “Look! Look! Look!”

7. Dream No More - This is it. (another unpublished thing, though I’ve been debating about publishing my Bloodborne stuff lately :P)

8. Displaced - How can a city be so familiar, and yet so alien at the same time?

9. Doc Os - Edward Nygma paces because it’s the only thing he can do.

10. There’s a First Time for Everything - Many considered Ed a late bloomer. Ed found that he never really cared.

This was cool to go back and look at everything!! And also see how my typical first lines form. I think that was the right order lol. I’m gonna tag @midnightanddiamonds , hmmm a lot of Gotham peeps have already been tagged...., and anyone else who’d like to do it!! (it’s getting late lol I gotta go to bed) <3

#tag games #nygmobblepot #kratos x freya #dr halsey x reader #octogoblin #my writing

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lonleywriters-blog · 1 year

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Excuse the rambling 😭

Ooo can I please request a Poly Yandere Nygmobblepot x innocent reader headcannon where it takes place when Ed had saved Oz and brought him back to his apartment. Ed, after doing some research, finds out that Oz is just as in love with and obsessed with Y/n as he is, so he goes, finds Y/n, and brings her home with him to his apartment. So when Oz wakes up, Ed tells him one about his new uh… Hobby lol (like he did in the show), but also that he brought the love of their life home, Y/n! She’s super freaked out and scared but Oz and Ed get her to calm down and all three of them fall in love? Oof and when Ed saves James Gordon’s life (when he wakes up and sees Ed and Oz singing/playing the piano in the show), Gordon would be like “???” Seeing Ed, Oz, and Y/n singing, playing the piano, and being all lovey dovey

Yess I love his apartment

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Oswad is thrilled that Ed had saved him and also shared his love with y/n. When he sees you, you are tied to a chair with soft silk so you don't hurt yourself with tears streaming down your face. Both the men crouch down to you level and hush you telling it is okay. Ed explains that they love you and just want you safe. Oswald mentions the crime in Gotham and how they are worried you may be hurt. You being innocent believed them and slowly started to calm down. You know Ed and Oswald so you feel comfortable around them. They stroke your face and arms. Edward slowly unties you and lays by you on the bed. Oswald joins and hums to you. It didn't take long for you to fall head over heals for you. They are so kind and gentle like you are porcelain. They taught you how to play the piano, it was a fun pass time.

You and Oswald were eating super when Ed brought Jim home and saved him. You being kind set up the bed made sure he was comfortable and set water with some food next to Jim for when he wakes up. When Jim does wake up he sees you three laughing and playing piano together. "W-where am I?" You all turn to Jim and explain the Ed had saved him. Jim just stares at you all trying to understand what was going on.

#gotham x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #edward nygma x reader #yandere gotham x reader #yandere edward nygma #yandere oswald cobblepot x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Masterlist: Freddy Krueger

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

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Compilation of Freddy Kruger doing Weird Shit with his Tongue.

5 Sentence Excerpts #1

AU: Toy Story.

Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.

Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.

Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.

Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.

Blurbs: Shovel Talk.

Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Domestic Life with your Freak.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Giggle Fit.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Prequal.

Drabble: Horror Villain Apocalypse.

Drabble Duo: (Seperate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Seperate) Readers (x Other S/O)- Presents Part 1.

Drabble Duo: (Separate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Separate) Readers- Presents Part 2.

Drabble Set: Beetlejuice x Reader x Chucky / or / Freddy Krueger- Lesser Evil.

Drabble Set: Horror Villains x Reader- Unfortunate Baby Daddy's.

Drabble Set: MindControlled!MultiVillains x Reader.

Drabble Set: Pervy!MultiVillains x Reader- Flirting Back.

Drabble Set: Possessive / Protective!MultiVillains x Reader- When you try to sacrifice yourself.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Humanity Switch.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Messing with their Hair.

Drabble Set: Unlikely.

Headcanons: Awkward Moments.

Headcanons: Dating Horror Villains Things Dump #2.

Headcanons: Familial!Slashers x Sibling!Reader.

Headcanons: Fluff HC's.

Headcanons: Freddy Krueger and Beetlejuice Obsessing over an Uninterested Reader.

Headcanons: Frason as Nygmobblepot.

Headcanons: Freddy and Jason being Quarentined Together.

*Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Them saying I Love You for the First Time.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Types of Kisses.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- You Almost Choosing Another.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x SunshineIncarnate!Reader.

Headcanons: Poly!Frason HC's.

Headcanons: Supernatural Villains Soulmate Marks.

*Headcanons+Imagines: Horror Villains x Reader- Taking Care of Sick S/O.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Actually Liking your Slasher S/O.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling- S/O's Edition!

Imagine: Being too Late to Save Them.

Imagine: Freddy Swap.

Imagine: Kissing Back.

Imagine: Opposite S/O's.

Imagine: Playing Dead by Daylight.

Imagine: Slashers reacting to S/Os Merch.

Imagine: Soulmates in Alternate Realities.

Imagine: S/O's being Hellbent on keeping Slashers Away from Eachother.

Imagine: Taking Care of your Stupid Slasher S/O.

Imagine: The Best Worst Ex.

Imagine: Unrealistic Fluff.

Oneshot: Dead!Freddy Krueger x Grieving!Reader- I Cant. I Wont.

*Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x ExpressionMagic!Reader- Powerful.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger+Jason Voorhees x Manipulative!Cruel!Fem!Reader.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader- Surprise! Merry Christmas!

Oneshot: Horror House+Jennifer Check x Reader- Peeping Tom's and Bets.

Oneshot: Horror House x Reader- Jerry's Arrival.

Oneshot: Human!Freddy Krueger x Cheater!Reader- What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Oneshot: NonKiller!Human!Freddy Krueger x Reader- Mr Krueger.

Oneshot: Slashers (Mostly Chucky and Michael) x Reader.

Oneshot: Teen!Bubba, Chucky and Freddy x Reader- Y/N and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Love Potion.

*Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O being Related to Another Slasher.

Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O Falling into Other Slasher Movie Tropes.

Slashers / Horror Villains As: Animated (Children's) Movie Villain Songs.

Things Y/N Says: In the Horror House.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.

#Freddy Krueger #Freddy Krueger Masterlist #Masterlist #Slasher Masterlist #Horror Villain Masterlist #Slashers #Horror Villains

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fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes · 11 days

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Chapter 2 of Revenge Can Hurt More Than the Person It's Aimed at - An Angsty Nygmobblepot x Reader Hurt/Comfort Fix-it Fic

Chapter 2: Comfort Before the Interview

<-Previous Chapter

Word count: 2996

Chapter summary: The next day, you try to be there for Oswald on the day of his big interview.

Warnings: canon betrayal (including gaslighting & intimidation) & poor mental state, a lot of angst (Oswald feeling miserable, fear of abandonment)

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Wow, I actually made a second picture just for this story?!

The next morning there were no less than fourteen missed calls from Oswald on your phone but you couldn't reach his phone or landline.

You texted him, What is it,Oswald?Are you ok? and got dressed quickly.

When he finally called back, you immediately asked what was wrong.

He was incredibly anxious and hesitant, "It-it's nothing more than nerves. I've got that big interview today. You know the one. P-plus, I accidentally hit the button a few times when my hands were jittery. Silly me, haha. They still do that sometimes, out of Arkham or not." Oswald paused to catch his breath, "I-I would still greatly appreciate your presence, of course." He laughed with a shaky edge, and you instantly recognized the hidden desperation in it.

You mentally said your goodbye to the idea of finally seeing Ed again today.

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I'm so sorry, something has come up. you wrote, then decided to add a little something to make Ed think about breaking off contact with Oswald:

Oswald really needs me. He hasn't been feeling well since you left. I hope we can talk about it.

Ed left his phone in the car. Right now he had a mayor's reputation to damage. And what better way than to let him damage it himself?

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Since Oswald was almost running late, the car he sent drove you directly to City Hall.

On your way there, you kept checking your telephone but Ed hadn't responded yet.

Well, if he hasn't seen my message, maybe he doesn't have time after all.

Trying to distract yourself, you looked outside through the darkened windows and saw that you were arriving.

You quickly left the car, and marveled at the pleasant breeze of fresh air and the chirping of birds. The sun was even shining and bringing such a welcome warmth onto the streets of Gotham that you craned your neck to bask in it for a moment after looking for Oswald. He wasn't outside but he must have noticed today's wheather too, the completely unclouded blue sky. You smiled. Maybe it would cheer him up.

It was a beautiful day...counting only the weather.

You treaded to the entrance. As soon as you saw Oswald, your smile disappeared.

He looked terrible.

His head hung low as if he wanted to confront nothing but the floor, he was slouching and clinging to his cane, leaning to the side, dangerously close to tilting over.

Your footsteps made him jerk and look up with wide eyes. He called your name repeatedly, his voice hoarse and just as shaky as the rest of him.

"Oswald!" You approached him quickly so that he wouldn't have to walk over, and he welcomed you with open arms and hugged you firmly, indulging in your touch. His hands padded over your back, thankful for your presence.

"I'd say I missed you", you murmered close to his head, "but that might be a little over the top since we've only seen each other yesterday afternoon."

He didn't giggle as you'd hoped he would.

You pulled away, lightly tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Do you want to talk before the interview?"

He nodded eagerly, already turning away from the woman who was trying to get his attention, "Remember, Mr. Cobblepot, in 20 minutes-" She tried to sound nice but it was clear how stressed she was, especially when he wavd her off.

"Don't worry", you told her with sympathy, "I'll make sure he's there on time."

You hurried after Oswald and followed him to a secluded corner.

"Why did you call me?" You looked him over again. His hair was spiked as usual, if possibly a little greasy, but it might just be styling gel.

He looked at you with tired eyes, "What? What did you say?"

"Why you called me so many times." You put a hand to his shoulder, knowing that it usually calmed him down. "You seemed a bit off on the phone."

"Oh." He gaped and looked at you with wide sad eyes. "I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that..."

No, he'd sound crazy saying it. He didn't want you to leave him too.

"I-it..." He gestured helplessly and looked down.

It was a pitiful sight: his need for you not to see him as pathetic translated into a pleading expression that made you want to take his hands into yours and look down at them instead of into his watery eyes to make him feel less observed.

Oswald's balled fists almost disappeared in his blazer, relaxing when he became aware of you looking at them.

When you touched the tips of his fingers probingly, he responded by tucking up his sleeves to give you more access, so you stroked over his hands soothingly, spotting bits of polish still clinging to his nails, as if he had forgotten about redoing them or removing the coat. This really wasn't his day, his week, really.

"You can tell me anything."

Oswald was looking down at your joined hands. Tell you? No, he decided. He had already told Ed that he loved him, and it had cost him their friendship.

Maybe what he should have done is confess to you both before that damned blonde woman whose name he still refused to pronounce correctly had-

"Ozzie?"

He came back to reality and noticed that he was clutching your hand too tightly.

"Sorry! Uh, I didn't mean to! I, uh..." He took his hands away but you caught them and gently brought them into yours again, "It's okay. Do you want to talk about it later?"

He shook his head. "It was just a nightmare. A very bad one."He sniffed and you searched in your pocket for a tissue and handed it to him. "What did you dream about? Only if you want to tell me, of course."

Oswald shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It just felt very real."

Perhaps that was the best way to put it. He was almost completely sure that he had seen the ghost of his father. There had been ghosts in the mansion before, Charles had told him so himself, so it wasn't too unrealistic that his own father appeared to Oswald, right? But if he had, who was the Birthday Boy? He had too many questions!

"Oswald?"

"Hm-what?" He had been absent again, hadn't he?

"Is something else bothering you? You can tell me. Whatever it's about. If you don't want to tell me the details, just tell me the core of what's concerning you, okay? You can also tell me all the details if you want to."

Tell you everything? Oswald wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Ed told me he wanted us to be more than friends, and for a moment I had the hope that he loved you too and that we could all be together forever, so I confessed but then he said it was all a misunderstanding, and now he's gone and I'm seeing ghosts. You ask me what's wrong but if I tell you about my father, you might see me as a madman and leave too, but if I tell you about Ed, I'll have to confess that I love you or else you'll think that I only love him. If I confess however, I will destroy the last shred of hope left in me!

"Oswald? It pains me to see you unhappy. I-I love you, you can trust me with anything."

'I love you' brought him out of the sea of unsaid words, "I-I love you too."

His words and expression full of honesty touched your heart.

He may never confess his love to you but at least you knew that he loved you as a friend.

In return he'd hear you say that you loved him too.

At this point you doubted whether you'd ever tell him. Thoughts raced through your head: you were well aware that he had no one else like you. Not since Ed left.

While Oswald wouldn't disdain you if your love wasn't reciprocated, in his current state he might think that you were only such a good friend because you wanted to make him fall for you.

You couldn't let that happen. You loved him and if supporting him meant not getting to find out whether your love was reciprocatdd, you'd keep it a secret. Maybe Ed would come back-no. If Ed came back and you confessed that you loved them both, he might distance himself from Oswald again.

Your attention was pulled to Oswald's hunched form, "I'm sorry, y-you shouldn't suffer because of me. It's...It's my father...a-and my mother, I miss them so much...", his eyes filled with more water, "and my duties as mayor, as well as the pending interview with such a famous figure, it's all just...I'm overwhelmed. I-" Tears fell down. "I don't know how to continue..." He looked down again, shaken in a bent position, and you gently padded his back and put your other hand on his arm.

"I'm here. I will support you", you said, soon feeling Oswald pressing into your body.

"Nhths mmnt", he muttered into your clothes.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing is permanent." He pulled back to look at you. "Everyone leaves me or dies a gruesome death eventually!"

This was Gotham. Betrayal and death were everyday occurrences.

"I won't leave you", you said, immediately regretting the stress on "I". You wouldn't ask him about Ed today, but eventually you'd have to ask.

"I'll stay by your side."

He stared at you with big eyes.

"And Oswald?"

"Yes?" He had stopped crying.

"Your parents would be proud of you. You're the mayor. Not just the way Aubrey James used to be, no, you've actually improved Gotham a lot! Not to mention how well you treat your friends."

There. You shouldn't have reminded him of Ed. His eyes were already watering again! Seeing them filled with tears of despair was heartbreaking.

"I love to be in your company," not a love confession but you wanted him to hear the word love again, "you care for those close to you and clearly do everything in your power to keep them happy", it was true: he had given Ed and you many a thoughtful gift, "and not to forget, your hugs are amazing!" You smiled. They really were.

"You have done so many things right and you're capable of continuing to do so. Maybe you don't know how to continue: so what? You're in a difficult position. Was mayor James the King of Gotham as well? No. Just being mayor is a huge responsibility on its own, don't forget that, Oswald. You're doing so much already."

You looked at him expectantly, searching his face for a sign of agreement.

His normally sharp hair streaks looked more greasy than styled today and dark make-up had gathered under his eyes, giving the normally fabulous-looking Penguin panda eyes.

"Ozzie?"

"What, d-yes?" He looked at you frightened. Did you know that he had just been about to call you "dear"? Perhaps you knew and didn't want to ask. Maybe you were like Ed. Uninterested.

"You...you asked for a next step. How about you go freshen up your make-up? Clear it up and wash the tears away? They smudged it a bit."

Honestly, you doubted whether all that had been smeared today, a part of it had already been smudged when you had welcomed him a few minutes ago.

"Looking better will give you more confidence for the interview. But in any case: don't worry, you've got this."

You looked him over to find something to compliment and your eyes landed on his purple tie with light blue flowers.

"Oh, and by the way: nice tie." You smoothed down his shirt collar a little, trying to make it look like mere gesturing. "Your fashion never disappoints." It was true. Not only was he a very handsome man but a well-dressed one.

When you saw that though he was no longer crying, he still looked sad, you squeezed his hand one last time and noted relieved that at least his hands were clean.

"Do you want me to wait here?"

Oswald lifted his head and attempted a smile, "No thank you, that's not necessary. You will be there for the interview though, won't you? It would be nice to have you there." This time his smile was more convincing.

"Of course I will be. Being with you is nice too."

Oswald's face lit up. He made sure to give you a smile, then went towards the staff's bathrooms.

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Thinking about those last two letters brought back memories of a happier time. If Oswald wasn't so troubled today, you might've even smiled. Now you were frowning.

While Oswald was away you found a quiet corner on the floor the interview would take place in.

Figuring that you owed Ed more of an explanation, you opened your telephone and typed:

Hopefully you don't think I'm ditching you for Oswald. I just had to be there for him, this day is extremely important. He has an interview with Margaret Hearst, can you believe that?

I hope we can still meet :) When do you have time to spare? Just a quick heads-up: I don't know how the interview will go and if it doesn't Oswald, might need someone to be there for him, and well, we know how much trust he puts in other people, right xD?

"What does 'xD' stand for?" Ed had asked you one day.

"Oh, it's for laughing", you had explained, "The 'D' is the mouth."

"And the 'x' for...?"

"For when you laugh so hard you close your eyes."

"Who laughs like that?" Ed didn't have many experiences with making people laugh. At him, yes, but not because of his jokes. "I mean who would think closed eyes are more probably than open ones and make the eyes, say...a colon?"

"Probably people outside of Gotham. Trust is hard to find here."

Ed had laughed at that.

The memory dissolved your frown. It was a very happy one.

On that same evening, Ed had made a hilarious comment and you and Oswald guffawed, the latter's eyes flitting between Ed's and yours, saying that anymore laughing and he'd land on the floor all helpless.

Then someone important called and Oswald tried to calm down and closed his eyes to distract himself, giggling for a good minute.

Ed and you shared wide knowing smiles. Oswald trusted you both, trusted you enough to show his true emotions in front of you, to laugh so hard he almost fell to the floor, and to close his eyes, fully trusting you not to stab him.

In another city it might have sounded like little but in Gotham it more than a lot of people could say. It had been everything until something had happened. Only a very bad thing could have disunited the two. The thought made your muscles tense.

This made you think again: after meeting Oswald and you, Ed hadn't mentioned this opinion on love again. On the contrary: he had used Oswald's mother to motivate the kingpin frequently, and thrived in the time you three had spent together, at least until Isabella's death.

You checked the time: Oswald would have to hurry, he only had about eight minutes left. Margaret Hearst was already getting angry.

She was acting as if her time was more precious than his. A huff escaped you. As if the hard-working mayor of Gotham owed her his full attention, as if he didn't already have enough stress in his life. She knew nothing about him!

Oswald had fought hard for his place, lost and rebuilt it. He lost his mother and continued to believe in the power of love, ignoring what Ed had initially said: that love was a weekness for people like Oswald and him.

You looked at Ed's name on your phone, imagining how he felt now that his second chance at love had died. Maybe that was the reason he hadn't texted back yet.

Suddenly you became aware of a familiar walking pattern. Oswald was back, walking over quicker than he had before.

You figured you shouldn't distract him with the notion of Ed, so you quickly shut the phone and gave him your full attention.

He had wiped off most of the smudged mascara and wasn't as bent over anymore.

"Hey, you look good! How are you feeling?"

Oswald stepped closer, "Better, thank you. You look good too, by the way." Much better than him. He looked to the ground, then grew cold from shock. There were footsteps, muddy ones: like those of someone risen from their grave.

He tensed and tried not to make the change too obvious. He needed to investigate this on his own.

"What is it?" You tried to turn to look at the spot he was staring at but his frantic movements distracted you.

"I..uh, there-being here isn't, uh...I need to..." His voice wavered, "I still have a few minutes left, right?"

"Y-yeah, six. Should I accompany-"

"-no!" He gaped at you, shocked at the mere idea of it, then "No," now less panicky, but avoiding your eyes, "that won't be necessary. I need...There's something that needs to be done." He hurried off.

Until you he returned and you saw how feeble he looked. _____________________________________

You frowned letting him go, but stopping him would only compromise his timetable. Instead of going after him, you went around the room to check that everything was as comfortable as it could be for him: a chair at the right height, artificial lighting not too warm, you even put a new glass of water on the table next to his chair just in case it was poisoned.

It seemed like everything was ready for a good interview.

Author's note: Me, nearly crying: I want Ozzie to have comfort in this episode but for that there needs to be hurt 😢😭

Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series 😙

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emilythezeldafan · 11 days

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GIVE US OSWALD COBBLEPOT HEADCANONS. PLEASE 🙏 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

WOAH HEY THERE

Actually gonna be my first time posting Gotham headcanons on Tumblr and I'm a little nervous but sure, why not

General Headcanons:

sorry for these being short I just woke up

While the in love with Ed arc did still happen, sorry but Nygmobblepot isn't canon in my 'verse since Eddie is shipped with my OC :'), then again I'm not opposed to writing or reading polyamory it's just not something I do with my usual friend group.

his limp is a lot worse than it looks, he's in a lot of pain from it and he disguises it because he's just that stubborn.

His mother taught him how to dance, he's actually very good at it. Also got a decent singing voice on him.

Actually finds his middle name a little bit embarrassing - I mean, there most be a reason he never says it in the show.

X Reader Headcanons:

Since I know people like this stuff thought I'd have a go.

Keeping it gender neutral so everyone can picture themselves or an OC. First of all, he will treat his S/O like a precious gemstone or like they're made of gold or something. Not in the smother-y way or like they're a possession (although he does get a bit possessive sometimes), but rather that they're held in the highest regard to him and none of the rest of Gotham's thugs dare touch them or else.

Depending on whether they were there for his mothers' death or not he probably won't want to see them for a while (not that he doesn't actually want to see them, he just doesn't want to be seen like that)

Eventually Edward found him half dead on his doorstep muttering about them so he did the sensible thing and tracked them down

"Y/N, come get your Sad Wet Penguin, it's making me uncomfortable."

So that ends with them, Edward and Oswald all staying in his apartment together. Which makes for some hijinks let me tell you.

Evelyn Hart (one of my OCs) visiting regularly and asking when the two of them (if not already) are going to start dating

Siding with him against Edward and Evelyn when things start to go to shit

Edward trying to kill them as revenge for killing Kringle clone (I hate that storyline with a passion. Although they weren't romantic here as Evelyn is his ship but he was fascinated/obsessed with her for her looks would could be taken the wrong way so I still get angst)

However when Strange takes them Oswald actually goes to Edward for help. Evelyn had to convince him but it worked.

Planning to leave Gotham with Edward, Evelyn and Oswald during Season 4 but staying to help the rebellion

Either becoming a supervillain themselves or leaving Gotham in the ten years

Oswald and Edward having a particular grudge against bats for keeping them away from their loves for so long

#Gotham TV #Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot #Oswald Cobblepot #Oswald Cobblepot x Reader #this ended up #a little bit #Riddleheart #so sorry for that :')#left gender neutral since writing Oswald romantically with a woman specifically feels weird but I left it neutral so the ladies can enjoy :#Mel writes #Sincerely Mel

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theshowisdone · 2 years

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if i were ed, i would have simply married oswald instead of falling in love with a lookalike of the ex i murdered. rip to him i guess, but im different.

#gotham #gotham text posts #oswald cobblepot #gotham oswald #edward nygma #riddler #nygmobblepot #the riddler #gotham x reader

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quandaryqueen · 2 years

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Like father, like child

Gotham Oswald Cobblepot X Reader

You were running for the student council as President and your father couldn't be more proud of you and excited about it.

A familial fic! Because I love those things. I wa conflicted whether to add Nygmobblepot into the mixture of this fun little thing, but I decided against it... For now.

Also, subtle Barbara Gordon X Reader moments

🤍 Let's begin by saying, Oswald will never put a distance between him and his children, despite he is busy, he will try his best to always make time for you and Martin (He is your big brother, okay?) Talk about school, his business, life, perhaps some proverbs thrown around, advice, talks from the past, sometimes he'd fondly talk about the grandmother you never met.

But as a young, blossoming child, you take his lectures seriously as any children who look up to their parents. Oswald being Oswald, sometimes his life hacks are... Unorthodox. Borderline Illegal or completly illegal.

🖤 When you ran for President, or rather, attempted to run for President, you were met with a disappointing fact that someone had already registered to run as President, leaving Vice President as the highest spot you can fill in. You were a little disappointed but you took what you have and dropped the news during dinner.

"I'm running for Vice President."

"That's wonderful news! I believe you have it in you to lead." Your father beams from the end of the table.

"Thank you father. Though I am a bit disappointed, I wanted to run as President but someone had already taken the spot."

... oh dear.

"Is that so?" Your father says. "That's what is stopping you from becoming President?"

🤍 As adviced by father dearest, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Along with that, you took it upon yourself to watch over them and it lead you to some beneficial revelations.

And they certainly made it easy for you, and here you thought you were about to plant false evidence in their person. Well, you found out a certain candidate for President has been going behind school taking to forge handwritings and make a service out of making receipts, doing others' homeworks, in exchange for cash.

🖤 The runner-up for President became vacant when photos of them were anonymously submitted in the Principal's office and had them expelled. News to you, well you were just happy that you can sign up for the candidacy.

🤍 With your father's encouragement, the spot of President was made available all the sudden. With this opportunity, you take in a close friend as Vice President.

"Are you sure I got what it takes?" The redhead asks.

"Of course Barbara. You're a hardworking student and you stand by what's right. With you and I work in tandem as Vice President and President, we'll be able to lead the school to a better direction!"

"Well, if you think so..." She giggled nervously, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Excellent."

🖤 Your father ran for mayor and he certainly knows myriads of things regarding promoting the campaign, along with coming up with feasible platforms to implement in the campus grounds and of course, he was the first person you came to.

"Well back in my day, your Uncle Edward helped me to win as mayor. All you need to do is to believe in yourself and know what you really want to do. I know you are capable of leading, you know you've always been a leader." Your father smiles at you. "Now, make sure you trust your campaign members. You are great as yourself, but you will need a confidant of sorts,"

"I have Barbara Gordon, father."

Your father blinks owlishly, as if making a mental double take. "B-Barbara?"

"Gordon, father. Barbara Gordon... She's... My dearest friend." Your father didn't notice the fondness as you trailed off with a smile, as he was just shocked at the predicament.

"Gordon? As in... Gordon?"

You narrowed your eyes at him the slightest. What's gotten his feathers ruffled? "Yes... Why?"

Oswald shakes his head. "N-never mind, my dove. So tell me, how will you manage the promotions for your campaign?"

... that is him swerving away from the matter. You eye him suspiciously, but decided against prying further, by telling him about your plans.

"Oh I see. Well, your uncle Edward would be happy to help if you need him."

🤍 You didn't need to perform any further borderline Illegal tasks to win the student body over and you won the student election without a hitch. And so there was President Y/N Cobblepot and Vice President Barbara Gordon and the rest of your student council members.

There was a phrase your father had told you, "Not everyone likes peaches." And you were faced with a certain situation wherein you found out those who voted against you refuses you to sit as President.

"The school is in need of necessities stocked in the female rest rooms, along with repairing or replacing the dysfunctional sinks and faucets. Because of the Scarecrow we fear for our lives and we have taken to bring our own water to school instead of drinking from the fountain but some of the bottles are not recycled properly--"

"HONK!" Heckles a student from the back, whilst his friends cackled alongside him, all the while echoing what he exclaimed and soon turned to imitating birds. "QUACK! CHIRP!"

Your Vice President's glare at the students flickered over you and softened. She sees you clench the podium's top, but kept a straight face. Clearing your throat, you proceed with your speech.

🖤 As your father says, "An eye for an eye." But you decided to take some creative liberties.

There were seven of them, a group of friends. But you only intend to take three down.

"I'm sorry but due to your score, you cannot be a scholar." It was easy to sneak in the faculty office to reach into the teacher's desk and search for a student's important papers and alter some answers. And one was down.

"I may have let you off with a warning because I believe you would change but clearly you don't intend to change. First you vandalized the bathroom and now the back of the school! Find another school, you're being expelled." Then there were two.

"Ooh my god, do you remember the student that heckled you? He just died!" Three.

"How unfortunate. What happened?"

"Report says he fell asleep when he was driving and didn't notice when he was approaching the train tracks and ended up getting ran over!" Barbara looks up after reading from her phone.

"Oh dear... He was... Oh..."

"Are you okay?" Barbara holds your hand and squeezes it.

"I-I... He was..." You breathed out, holding your smile back. "It's such a shame, he was so young..."

Barbara falls for your act, worried at how you paled and trembled. Taking you by your arms, she encircle her arms around you. She didn't notice you break from your façade with a smile.

🤍 Listening to your Uncle Edward rant about chemicals, specifically silent killers, does pay off. But you have your father specifically to thank for giving you lessons... And Martin for helping you set up the murder.

"Thank you, Martin. I owe you one." You signed to your brother.

"Next time, inform me in advance instead of waking me up in an ungodly hour." He signs back exasperatedly. "You owe me one."

You merely roll your eyes at him and nodded.

He then asks, "Does father know?"

You froze in your place. Martin took it as a no and nodded to himself.

"Are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, before crossing your arms to your chest. In your panic, you began speaking instead of signing. "You aren't going to tell him, are you?"

"Tell who what?" To your horror, the last person you needed in the room appears by the threshold. You and your older brother turned to your father with wide eyes.

"F-father! How long have you been..."

"I've just arrived... Do I need to know something?" He raised a brow.

🖤 Lying is something that's necessary sometimes... But you didn't see it as necessary at this current moment.

"Can we head to your office to talk instead?" You asked.

Oswald, sensing this might be of importance, agrees. "Of course."

In his office, you began explaining what had happened. The heckling students and their audacity to interrupt your speech and made fun of you and in revenge, well, the most major where you needed help, murdered one of them.

"I see..." Oswald's gaze were distant and you couldn't help but to feel afraid in your seat.

Was he disappointed in you? You tried your best, hell you felt on top of the world with what you have done, but now you were faced by your father did you come to realise a few things about what you did.

You were at the edge of your seat when your father's gaze became more focused, swallowing thickly.

"I'll send in your Uncle Edward to make sure you didn't leave any evidence. What you did was... A little too much, but I see where you're coming from," or rather, he sees himself in you. "I'll be calling you if your Uncle Edward has any news. Why don't we have dinner first?"

"You aren't... Mad at us?" You cautiously asked.

"Why would I be?" His two children working together to eliminate those who try to mock them? It just makes him proud that they will not let anyone trample on them. "Now let's proceed to the dining room. I reckon you must be famished after a long day."

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