#YOU TELL EM PENGY

[purpldawne]

MY LITTLE GUYS

[bride-and-bride]

“T-this... this w-was so much f-fun...! I c-can’t believe it’s b-been so long s-since I was able t-to relax and laugh l-like this, ehehe...!”

“I... I f-feel as if I should t-thank you. If it h-hadn’t been for y-you, I would never have been a-able to wear something l-like this, or go t-to a festival s-so big...”

“....b-because of you, I felt s-so happy...”

Event CGs from the Defiant Bride Dating Sim that doesn’t exist

[stagekiller]

||  @eloquentyrant ||

                             How had this come up again?

  The answer lies on the map of Gotham sprawled out beneath two sets of gloved hands - fine quality black leather coming in stark contrast with worn out red. Silver Monopoly figures where dumped across a variety of locations, accompanied by cards & coins - each held a symbolism that would remain a common SECRET between mobster & madman.

  “ Cops are dumb-  ”  Jerome recalls the sound of his own voice, emerald hues examining familiar pointy features with mild confusion as he does. “ - they won’t think too much on it. Lynns is Lynns. A pyro burning down the fire house to get off. ” Slow blinking, his head tilts to the side lightly, fingers tapping the hard table surface in a fidget. He remembers how those same fingers dragged across the board to point Oswald’s attention to the GCPD’s location and then Gotham International, sitting right across the fire department they’d target. “ - I know ‘ya like controlled situations, Pengi, but in this case... chaos is your friend. Let ‘em panic over it. And when they do... ” His fingertip had abruptly knocked the pawn standing over Gotham International Savings Bank at that point, devious grin growing on his expression.

  It was indeed much unlike Jerome to be that meticulous, that insidious when it came to schemes; Cobblepot must have known by now, perceptive as he was. Clever, yes, but such organization almost foreboded the birth of a new persona and the Penguin has obviously caught onto his change of tactic. Commendable observation on his part, but Jerome had merely flashed him ONE card; his full hand remained a secret. And he intended to keep it so.

    Bemusement finally settles on his expression, the initial mix of emotions including mild offense & flattery in an explosive concoction. Fingers return to their casual fidgeting over the map; Jerome incapable of containing his own energy, as per usual. There’s a few silent moments during which Jerome’s lips balance between a scowl & returning the Penguin’s grin - admittedly that quicksilver flash has a certain CHARM to it, perhaps it is Oswald’s sinister nature. Piercing greens study the kingpin’s features, though it is doubtful whether Jerome is searching for something in his gaze or in the back of his own mind. Tension is unexpectedly released with a dragged out exhalation and his padded shoulders rolling back to a nonchalant posture.

“ What is it with this city an’ pet names? ” Hoarse voice muses out loud. He leans on his fingers momentarily, a gentle touch that’s almost alluring to him trying to restrain himself from breaking something - those around Jerome would know this is his most GENUINE state, however. Voice holds feigned confusion and perhaps slight disappointment, his emerald hues returning to the map before them with a calm expression; calm before the storm. Jerome takes a few moments to stare at the map, push a few pawns around with the tip of his finger, trail them over his poker cards - some of which are littered with names & addresses, chicken scratch written on the backside with a black marker. Thoughtful hum is finally released, accompanied with a soft sigh. And yet, as his pupils grace the Penguin once again, a glint of mischief shines through.

“ You know, Mr. Oswald -” Title comes in a coo, Jerome’s jaw tilting left & right, granting a playful tease to his tone. Strong browbone casts a stark shadow over his eyes as he leans forward, Glasgow grin stretching into a half-smirk. There’s a hint of sarcasm, that may have been a taunt; bait to lure for reactions, or perhaps create more TENSION; something that his persistent & intense staring must have contributed to as well. “ I appreciate your suggestion - ”

  A slow stride around the table begins at that, his approach predatory, shoulders hunched as his shadow slowly trails up Oswald’s form. Teeth are pressed together in an eerie grin, the tips of his fingers caressing the table as he makes its round. And when the proximity suffices to get his POINT across, his aura buzzes with what can only be described as pure evil; malum in se.

“ But this ‘Joker’ you’re referring to? ” Hand breaks contact with the map’s lean surface to wave in the space beside them, almost foreboding a bow on his part. Whilst this arm performs aforementioned grand gesture, its twin slowly raises in the background. It is sharply brought before the Penguin in the next second, Jerome now intentionally drawing his attention to the red leather glove that hovers between them; sharp FLICK of his wrist and a CARD flashes in his grip.

   Oswald is allowed a mere glimpse of the wildcard. Save for few traces of bloodstains, it is naught but a joker card snatched from some deck. And yet, Jerome’s teeth displayed beside it add a devilish touch to the laughing figure on paper; maddened gaze widening as light brows raise and a soft giggle resonates through his chest. And in the next second, the card is dumped on the map, gracefully landing on top of Gotham’s waterworks.

“ He sounds like a ‘ show don’t tell ’ type of guy. ”