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murderbirds · 1 year

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The very best

[Posted this on AO3, might as well post it here. Ship: Oswald Cobblepot X Edward Nygma, angst, hurt no comfort, pokemon AU, teen and up audiences]

"Welcome to Gotham Region, listeners! Today we will be speaking about our newest champion and head of the elite four, Oswald Cobblepot! Who is this man? Where did he come from? Oswald was born and raised right here in our beloved region by his single mother, a humble cook from Narrow City. Since they didn't have a lot of money, Oswald started working from a very young age as a delivery boy for one of the previous members of the elite four, Fish Mooney, who also gifted him his first pokemon, a bashful little female piplup meant to be a mockery of the man's appearance, however, our beloved trainer did not let that get to him, instead treating his partner with the love and respect she deserves until she became a powerful empoleon. Through his bond with his team and skill he was able to become our next champion!" Oswald turned off the radio and sighed.

It wasn't that they were saying lies necessarily, it was just that there was a lot more than that. The shady, dark part of Gotham City. In reality, the elite four was a mafia that ran the entire region, with the Champion being the one who led the entire operation. Everyone in the city knew this, of course, however people avoided speaking about it out loud. Champions didn't step down peacefully, there was always bloodshed, and with Oswald it hadn't been different. It wasn't Falcone's blood who was spilled, no, the man retired from the position relatively intact, with just a threat and a scar in his eye thanks to Fish Mooney's scheme involving his older son, Mario. Falcone, while ruthless, still had a heart which beat for his family, so he left without major problems.

With Falcone a new championship was held to decide who would take his place. Fish, once again either scared away her competition or made them unable to challenge her- except for Oswald. She tried to get rid of the younger man, but he was smarter than she ever gave him credit to, he knew which strings to pull, who to trust, and what was meant to become his demise became his triumph as neither Fish nor anyone else expected his return until he was challenging her to a fight on a rooftop, and not the pokemon type. Oswald didn't regret his decisions or how he got to the top, what he did regret was his lack of foresight after that.

Yes, he was finally champion now with his team composed of mostly pokemon, however, every champion needed an elite four and the current elite four was loyal to Falcone and probably Fish. He would never be able to trust them, so he would need to find some new people.

The first of them was Victor Zsasz, once a loyal trainer to Falcone, Zsasz was known for his efficiency in battle, his loyalty and his hatred for Fish, all of which were qualities regarded well, even if he could be an annoying prick occasionally. Yes, Oswald was technically biased since they had dated a long time ago, but that did not influence his decision. Zsasz, with his steel type pokemon, was good enough for his league.

Next was Barbara Kean, the daughter of one of Gotham's richest and most despicable families. Barbara wished to leave her family's grasp no matter what was required which made her easily exploitable. While she could be seen as weak and your usual damsel in distress, those who underestimated her and her fairy type pokemon often met an unfortunate end. She was also welcomed in.

The third spot was given to Selina Kyle, also known as Cat. She had been quite helpful when it came to Oswald's rise, despite her young age. The girl was a formidable trainer who had managed to acquire all gym badges in the same time it took Cobblepot to take over the league. If he could keep her as an ally, that would be great, however, his main goal was to make sure she didn't become an enemy.

That left one spot. Oswald had originally wanted to give it to James Gordon, the police detective that helped him reach the top, but Jim refused after accusing the champion of tricking him into helping with his plans. The bird keeper knew that Jim would eventually come around and see all the good they could do together, unfortunately he couldn't wait. He had only a few days now before it was chosen for him. Oswald still wanted someone with a connection to the police just to keep an eye on them, so, as a display of good faith, he promised to give the elite four spot to the winner of a little competition, the first person in the region's police to successfully defeat Oswald's newest pokemon in a one versus one would be allowed in. It shouldn't be that difficult of a task, he had only had this pokemon for a few weeks now, a rare creature sent to him from Paldea called Iron Bundle as a congratulations gift. He had only started to train it, so he didn't expect it to be so difficult to defeat the pokemon, and yet it had been three days now and no one had managed to defeat him.

The champion wasn't sure what to do. Was the police really that weak? He couldn't run a different challenge now, after all there was a certain level of power an elite four member had to have in order to gain that role, but he was running out of time. It wasn't even like Oswald was controlling the pokemon, he was just watching the battles and letting his pokemon do his own thing. How the hell weren't they making it past turn one?!

The day hadn't started any better than any of the previous ones. Oswald sat on his chair as usual and watched as the battles took place just outside the police station. As usual, a crowd had gathered to watch the battles, not that he could understand why. These had been some of the most boring battles the man had ever witnessed and yet, people still cheered on the competitors and even filmed them. Some people really had depressing lives. At least today was the last day that he would be holding the competition in this town, he was pretty sure the captain of the police station was excited for him to leave as he was, or maybe she was just salty that she hadn't managed to defeat the robotic owl. Perhaps it was both.

"S-sir," Penn, his assistant said as he approached him from the side, "I brought your lunch, as you requested."

"You are late, Penn," Oswald rolled his eyes and grabbed the sandwich, "but thank you." He took a bite, "it's cold."

"S-sorry, sir, it is just that the restaurant was a little far and- and you didn't let me use the car…"

"I didn't ask for your excuses, Penn."

"S-sorry."

Oswald groaned, "it's fine, just let me eat in peace."

The older man nodded and left.

The champion tossed his pokeballs all at once, revealing his empoleon, his porygon, his blaziken and his decidueye. He still had one more pokemon with him, but he didn't need people to be scared, so he decided to keep it in its pokeball and save a bit of the sandwich for it later. After sharing his food, his eyes returned to the robotic owl as it started a new battle.

A tall, strong looking man walked forward with a pokeball in hand and a smug grin. He wore a trenchcoat and had blonde spiky hair. "Alright, justice, come out and let everyone know how strong we are!" The officer let out its pokemon, a lucario, how original. Lucario wasn't terrible, its types were theoretically strong against Iron Bundle, fighting and steel were both super effective against ice type pokemon, however, with its speed and high special attack not to mention experience.

All it took was a single hydro pump. As soon as Lucario ran closer towards it to try and use Close Combat, the owl opened its mouth and blasted the anthropomorphic dog through the wall. Oswald and the rest of the people all cringed in sync as they watched the pokemon fly. The detective was left speechless for a good two minutes before he ran to his fallen companion. "Justice!"

"Thank you for your attempt, it was close," Oswald said the usual spiel before taking another bite of his lunch. "It was a good try. Next."

A tall man stepped forward. Despite his height, he was so thin that he looked more like a tree than an intimidating sight. His green, nerdy clothes didn't help either.

"Uhm, excuse me, mister," Oswald said, trying to sound polite and not as annoyed as he felt. "This competition is only for people who are a part of the police. Civilians have to stay behind the guards."

"A-ah, I know, I am actually a member of the police, you see!" The man pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, "I am Edward Nygma and I am actually a Forensic Scientist!" Oswald must have looked as confused as he felt, because the man went on to clarify, "we are responsible for, uhm, studying crime scenes and evidence, it is actually a very important and vital job, you see-"

"I know what a forensic scientist is. I just-" he took a deep breath, "nevermind. You may proceed, mister Nygma."

Edward smiled, "thank you, sir! I will do my best!" He said and then let out his pokemon. For a second, Oswald's mind wondered what type of pokemon the man would have. He was the nerdy type, so maybe a steel or psychic pokemon. Maybe a metagross, combining the best of both worlds.

A rattata came out of the pokeball. A young one too, probably inexperienced. It was a shiny one, with a green coloration, which was nice, but it didn't change the fact that it was a goddamn rattata. "Wh- what is this? What the hell is this?!" Oswald glared at Edward. Did the man think that he was some type of joke?!

"A-ah, this is my rattata, Conundrum! Conundrum, use endeavor!"

The rattata ran towards the robot. As expected, it was blasted with full force by a Hydro Pump. It had been a while since Oswald had wanted someone to be defeated as badly as this smug little nerd who dared to bring a baby pokemon to this competition, and yet, despite taking the full blast, the pokemon was still standing. He bit into the robot and, much for Oswald's surprise, Iron Bundles began malfunctioning. The attack had damaged him a lot more than it should have.

"How…" Oswald whispered, sitting on the edge of the chair. This was impossible.

"Now, my little conundrum! Quick Attack!"

"No!" Oswald shouted. The little rattata scratched the owl. It was barely a tap, and yet, it was enough to defeat the undefeated pokemon until now. The crowd and Oswald went silent.

"I- I did it… I DID IT!" Edward shouted and grabbed the rattata, swirling with it in his arms before healing the pokemon. "Oh, you did so great, conundrum! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He kissed all over his face.

Oswald stood up, walked to the paradox. He winced a little before getting on one knee and returning it to its pokeball. "Well done, Claus. Now you may rest." He put the pokemon away and stood up, before walking towards Ed. He stared into the brown eyes that refused to stare back at him for long.

"Uhm, are- is everything ok? I won, right?"

Instead of answering his question, Oswald simply said, "tomorrow. Come to the sunflower hotel at 1pm. Do not be late, understand?"

"Y-yes, sir!"

"Good. Now get out of my way." "Yes, sir!" Despite the champion's rudeness, the tall man looked absolutely giddy as he walked back to the police station.

Oswald stared at the man sitting in front of him as they waited for the meals to arrive. The food in the hotel wasn't bad nor great, just average. His pokemon seemed to enjoy it well enough though, which was what really mattered to the champion.

The man in front of him had looked at every corner of the restaurant and tapped about every tune on the table to avoid looking Oswald in the eyes. He was nervous, that much was obvious, and he clearly wasn't used to being in a situation like this.

Finally, the champion decided to break the silence, "aren't you going to let your pokemon out of their pokeball?"

"Huh? O-OH! Right, of course." Edward released his pokemon, he had two of them, both shiny, but not the type of shiny that were normally considered popular. One was the rattata he brought the previous day and the other was an espeon. This man really appeared to have a thing for green shinies. The rat pokemon stared at the champion who mirrored the action back at it for an uncomfortable amount of time before looking at its trainer. "You can't use this pokemon as it is, you know? The league does not endorse such strategies."

"Oh, o-of course, I'm sorry."

Oswald rolled his eyes and leaned back, "I brought the papers you will have to sign in order to join the league officially." He reached inside his clothes and pulled a document from inside before pushing it towards the other man.

"Neat!" The champion had never seen anyone so excited to read a contract. Edward was like a child during Christmas. The silence was making Oswald uncomfortable though, especially with the glaring pokemon so he spoke up.

"Do you know what team you will be using? And what type?"

"Yes actually!" Edward briefly looked up and then down again, "I mean- erm- I would like to use a psychic team. I will have a gallade and a gardevoir on my team, of course. A shiny wyrdeer which I actually received from my grandfather, a Xatu for those pesky birds and my ace and best friend, Conundrum!" The shiny espeon let out a cry. "It is five pokemon, correct?"

"Yes, but it is recommended that you have a sixth pokemon in case you need to use a different team or you are challenged by another champion class pokemon trainer."

"Wow, it must be so cool to be a champion class trainer, let alone the Prime Champion of the whole region!"

That made him smirk and blush slightly, "it is nothing to scoff at, no, and while it isn't easy work, it is worth it."

"I know! I read all about you, sir! Ah, I hope you don't find that strange, heh."

Oswald blinked in surprise, "what do you know?"

"Well, I know you were raised by your single mother in one of the most dangerous towns in Gotham. You began working at a young age as a delivery boy for the mafia and the local champion. She gifted your first pokemon to assist you in your deliveries, but you impressed her and everyone else by training it and taking the league challenge while delivering the mail."

"Ok, ok, that is enough." None of that was secret information, but it wasn't something Oswald liked to hear no matter how beautiful of a story people seemed to find it. Seemingly Edward was one of those people, because he immediately deflated.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just such a big fan."

There was no way that Oswald could be mad for someone so genuine who fed his ego just right. "I'm not- bot uncomfortable, ok? It's just that this isn't about me. This is essentially a job interview even if you technically already have the job." He couldn't afford to look for someone new.

"Me? I'm really not that interesting. I moved to Gotham from Unova at 18, began studying biomedicine and eventually got a degree that allowed me to join Gotham's Police Department. I work there as a forensic scientist and I love studying battles."

"Why did you come to Gotham? I mean, no offense but most people in Gotham would give an arm and a leg to live in Unova. Sadly things are too expensive for us there."

"Hm, well, I was curious about the trainers of this region. The trainers from here are said to be some of the strongest in the world because of the harsh conditions."

"That is one way to put it, more like we are the hunting ground of the legendaries so we had to learn how to survive."

"And that is why you are amazing!"

Oswald felt blush rush to his cheeks, "careful there, Nygma. If someone else heard this they would think you're coming onto me."

Edward blushed slightly as well as realization hit him, "...oh, I am so sorry sir! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!"

"You didn't," the champion assured him, "I'm just not used to receiving genuine compliments."

"Why, that is unfathomable! You are such an extraordinary individual, everyone should shower you with compliments about your intelligence, your incredible battling skills, your sense of style, your beauty, there are so many reasons to compliment you!"

"You- you think I'm beautiful?" Oswald felt his heart beat faster as he swooned.

"Yes, I do! People can be so silly." Edward sighed and shook his head.

"Y-yeah, I guess they can." Oswald briefly glanced at Edward's hand before shaking his head, "you have quite a few qualities yourself, like you aren't bad looking and your strategy, as infuriating as it was, was very intelligent."

"Thank you for noticing! My IQ is 220, but most people don't realize it because I like games and puzzles and they are meant to be children's things. Adults are just so boring, all work, no fun, no creativity!"

"I agree, although I have been rather on the boring adult side lately. Just being champion requires a lot of hard work, you know?"

"Yeah, I do. If you ever need someone to help you relax or just to keep you company, I will be here, although most people tend to avoid me, heh." Edward rubbed the back of his neck.

Oswald sighed, "I know exactly what you mean." He looked at the hand again, but this time he got the confidence to touch it gently, "I will make sure to come to you if I ever need a friend."

Edward smiled more widely than he had the entire night. Perhaps Oswald was wrong and this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

The two men stood at the top of the elite four tower. The tower itself was located on top of a waterfall with a river surrounding it and, depending on the time of the day, you could see the entire region from there. It was the perfect place for a battle that would determine whether someone became a champion. Today, however, it was going to decide the fate of two people who had once been friends.

The both of them stared at each other as they reached the end of the battle. The two had started with six pokemon as was conventional, but now Edward only had his injured shiny Espeon versus Oswald's iron bundle and a completely healthy empoleon in the back. They both knew that the battle was already decided.

"Are you satisfied yet?! Do you realize how pointless this is?! You can't beat me, Edward!" Oswald would never let it be known, but no one had managed to defeat so many of his pokemon as Edward. If he hadn't been blinded by his anger, he might have given him some real trouble.

"Of course that you would think that, just like my relationship with HER was pointless, huh?!" Edward laughed, not in glee, rather in anger.

"Oh my Arceus- what do you want me to say, Edward?! I'M SORRY! I thought that she was a clone, ok?! I mean, you read the same news as me regarding the experiments in Kanto and you can't tell me you don't find it suspicious just how much she looked like your ex!"

"You should have stopped prodding when we found out that she wasn't a ditto! But no! You kept going, and kept going until you caused her death!"

"It was an accident! I just wanted my men to take her to a laboratory so we could look more into it! I didn't think she would run in front of a moving train and get her foot stuck!"

"That is the whole problem, Oswald! You didn't think! Not about how it would make me feel, not about the consequences or anyone besides yourself! You and your- your selfishness! Do you truly believe that is what love is?! Love is about sacrifice, Oswald! It is to give up your own happiness for the sake of another, but you couldn't know that. You only love yourself after all."

"SHUT UP!" The Penguin shouted, lips quivering. "Don't you dare tell me what love is or isn't, you ungrateful nerd! When I found you, you were nothing! Less than nothing! All of your peers hated you, everyone found you to be the annoying little geek that you are, except for me! I made you, Edward Nygma! There is no you without the Penguin!"

Edward's lower lip trembled and for a moment he seemed hesitant, "perhaps," he whispered and then looked at his espeon. "Conundrum! Get ready!" The pokemon let out a cry.

The champion wiped his tears, "fine. If this is how you want things to go. Iron Bundle, ready yourself and retribute." Oswald knew that the espeon couldn't take another hydro pump and since his iron bundle was faster, there was no doubt in his mind that the man was going to quick attack. One last miserable attempt at winning.

The green pokemon started to run while the robot charged its blast. The espeon was about to hit its opponent when, to Oswald's surprise, the pokemon jumped. Instead of going for the pokemon, the target of the attack ended up being the champion himself.

The espeon hit the Penguin in the chest, causing all air to leave its lungs as he stumbled back and over the edge, which was strange. When did he come so close to the edge? Had he really moved so much during their battle? Was this Edward's plans all along? All of those thoughts ran through his mind as the Penguin locked eyes with his opponent. He had expected to see satisfaction and happiness in that gaze, but instead all that he saw was anguish and hurt. As he fell for what was likely his death, he just wished that he would have taken on Edward's offer to spend some time together one last time.

#gotham #batman #dc comics #dc #penguin #nygmoblepot #riddlebird #riddler #writing #fanfic

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sunaddicted · 6 years

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Months in the working but it's finally here and I can't tell you guys how satisfied I am, it truly has been a labour of love and I'm so happy with how it came out - and about how I didn't back out and just filled it to the bursting point with all the things I like: my favourite ot3 in the Gotham fandom - Edward/Jim/Oswald (I need to find a name for this ship)- and a sprinkle of Thompkean; my favourite friendships - Jim and Harvey, Lee and Edward, Oswald and Barbara; angsty, slow-burn romance with a lot of mutual pining and a happy ending ♡

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thjslove · 6 years

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#dcedit #dctvedit #gothamedit #babithaedit #babitha #barbara x tabitha #gotham #barbara kean #tabitha galavan #mine #*#my bi daughters!!!#i feel like shit so i giffed some angst #(i love angst but im so happy they're fine in canon dlksdjlfks)

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trophywifejimgordon · 6 years

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anyone else worried as fuck that they’re gonna kill tabitha off??

so far we know:

one of the main characters doesn’t make it past episode 4

barbara suffers a “devastating loss” early on that sends her down a dark path

technically these don’t have to mean anything together? but god. gotham writers have never treated women, lgb characters, or characters of color well and tabitha being all three of these and connected closely to barbara has me on edge.

i wouldn’t be surprised if they did, necessarily, but gotham pulling a “kill your gays” with tabby for the sake of barbara’s character development would for sure be a new fucking low.

#gotham #text post #tabitha galavan #barbara kean #babitha #gotham spoilers #gotham? killing a woc for her white girlfriend's angst? it's more likely than you might think #literally fuck this! fuck this.#also i saw yesterday some stuff about barbara ending the story as a hero and if tabitha is a casualty of that i'll be mad as hell #also if they literally do all of this to have barbara and jim end up together or something ? i WILL riot #babitha is far from perfect (mostly because up until s4 it was just the 'girls kissing is hot' pairing) but it was finally getting somewhere #like in 4b there was MEANINGFUL DEVELOPMENT THERE....#if they throw that away for barb angst #and ESPECIALLY for barb angst that ends with her and jim being together #gotham writers watch your back

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your-nanas-house · 3 years

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Pregnant Mama

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader; Jeremiah Valeska X Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Words: 997

Summary: An unexpected reunion of the Gotham's villains doesn't go as everyone expected.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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No one was expecting to reunite most of Gotham's villains in one place years after what had happened and the birth of Batman.

Receiving an invitation by letter with a time, place and title to what they were about to do or what they were about to find in that place.

They didn't know who sent the invitation or who would be there but that didn't stop them from showing up.

The first to reach the place was Oswald Cobblepot who looked around, feeling a hand on his shoulder shortly after that scared him but allowed him to hear a laugh that still made his blood run cold, Jerome Valeska "Hi, Pengi!!! You haven't changed much, huh" the short man nodded looking at him as he backed away slightly " same goes for you, Mr. Valeska".

Luckily for Oswald Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch arrived to keep them company and not long after they heard a sound of a car's engine revving and looked out the window; the first to recognize her was Oswald who smiled in surprise "Y/n?!" he walked out with the others to greet her but was pushed away from Jerome.

The young woman continued to giggle as she honked excitedly and climbed out of her car with open arms "Hello! It's been a while, huh" she continued to smile as she returned the hug of Oswald who froze in confusion, she shook Jonathan's hand and quickly pulled him close and hugged him "heck, you've grown, Johnny, professor now, huh...my mad hatter! " She bowed elegantly bursting into a fit of laughter as she hugged him too.

Y/n stopped in front of Jerome, stopping to laugh as she returned the steady gaze "doll" the ginger smiled taking her hand, kissing her knuckles managing to kiss the corner of her mouth before Oswald interrupted him "how many months?" Y/n looked at him pretending she didn't know what he was talking about making him smile "oh come on, you know what I'm talking about... pregnant mama" the young woman uncovered her baby bump making a turn, resting her hands on it "nine months, they should be born in a few days" Oswald smiled more "they should?" she nodded proudly "they're twins" the three congratulated her, happy for her, unlike Jerome who was staring at the baby bump with a dark frown, almost jealous.

They didn't have time to ask who the father was since the others arrived: Barbara Kean, Victor Freezes, Poison Ivy, Edward Nygma and Jeremiah Valeska.

Not everyone stayed though, Poison Ivy left after saying goodbye to Y/n and Edward left a half hour later.

Jeremiah walked into the house being watched with hateful looks and bored looks, Y/n stood up from her chair opening her arms "Miah!" the man shifted his gaze to her, starting to smile more "Y/n Y/l/n, huh, always a sight for sore eyes" she giggled hugging him quickly pecking his lips as a greeting, Jeremiah pecked back as he touched her hips freezing while moving his hands on her belly, quickly looking down as he followed the shape of her huge belly "I see there are news, huh" she nodded resting her hands on her belly "yup, nine months, twins" Jeremiah helped her sit down taking a seat next to her while meeting his twin's angry and jealous gaze.

Not everyone stayed there for the night as well and some went to sleep, but the people who were still awake were sitting in the living room on the couch to talk.

Jerome kept staring at Y/n who was sitting on the couch taking deep breaths with her head leaned back on the couch, "are you okay, Y/n?" Oswald spoke sitting down in the armchair, she smiled nodding "they're kicking and they're chaotic all day" she giggled raising her face to look at him "how's it going with Ed?" she gave him a quick wink as she stroked her baby bump, Penguin held back a smile "good, we're a couple now...you still haven't told us who the father is, where is he now? " she sighed, shrugging without giving an answer, just shifting her gaze to Jerome, hinting at a smile seeing him stare "do you want to touch it?" the ginger looked up nodding hesitantly, sitting down next to her and moving his hand over her bump feeling the babies' kick and meeting her y/e/c eyes.

It was late at night when they heard something break and went to check it, finding Y/n walking back and forth taking deep breaths, quickly grabbing something to lean on and groaning softly in pain "Y/n?" the young woman looked up, breathing deeply "I think it's time" she huffed a laugh, grunting in pain when she felt her water break, causing the others to panic not knowing what to do.

They managed to get her into a bedroom and call a doctor while she lay there whining in pain and the doctor checked to make sure everything was ok to go ahead with the childbirth "alright, everybody out now, just the father can stay here" they looked at each other and all or most of them went out as Y/n took Jerome's hand quickly screaming in pain "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! "she sobbed, making the others stop and want to understand more but they were locked out for the entire childbirth, hearing only Y/n's screams "it's all your fault! YOURS and your cock!" she sobbed, squeezing Jerome's hand tighter as she pushed and screamed.

A while after, the screaming ceased and there were only crying babies.

They were definitely confused and were looking forward to being able to go inside to find out more.

Was Jerome the father? Why did he say that was his fault? When did they met? Were they together?

So many questions with no answers..well.. with all the answers closed behind a door.

Taglist:

@gabile18

@mrsfullbuster500

@trainer--taylor

@elizamalfoyy

@eovjjj

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stripperblvd · 2 years

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Gotham Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Gotham related works!

Visit this page to see which characters I write for.

Fic Key: A guide to the moods of my fan fics,

Fluff: ⛅️

Angst: ❤️‍🩹

Smut / NSFW: ❤️‍🔥

Gore (meaning mentions of wounds or blood, nothing drastic: 🦴

Platonic: 🌸

Series: 🎀

Oswald Cobblepot:

High School Sweethearts 1, 2, 3 ⛅️❤️‍🩹

Meeting Oswald Copplebot was the best twist your life could’ve taken. Despite all the mockery and humiliation he was determined to make you proud to be his

Doe Eyes ⛅️

Request: Oswald can’t help himself when your love for him is so evident in your eyes

Jerome Valeska:

Left Behind ❤️‍🩹🦴⛅️

You were his girl. Jerome’s girl. So why did he leave you behind to face the repercussion of his actions?

Tabitha Galavan:

Jealousy Is A Man’s Worst Enemy (Tabitha x Reader x Barbara) ⛅️❤️‍🔥 (a sprinkle of steamy)

Theo Galavan can only handle so much rejection, specially when his sister and recruit get you all to their selves

Barbara Kean:

Jealousy Is A Man’s Worst Enemy (Tabitha x Reader x Barbara) ⛅️❤️‍🔥 (a sprinkle of steamy)

Theo Galavan can only handle so much rejection, specially when his sister and recruit get you all to their selves

#oswald x reader #jerome valeska x reader #tabitha galavan x reader #barbara kean x reader

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gothaming-with-andy-blog · 7 years

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I'll start by saying I do not forgive you. However, you did make quite the sacrifice for me. Despite your careless manipulations, maybe you were well intentioned somewhere... deep, deep down. Perhaps that counts for something.

-Tabitha to Barbara, after 4x01... probably.

#incorrect gotham quotes #gotham #barbara kean #tabitha galavan #incorrect quotes #i'm in such heartbreaker mood right now #sorry #angst #source: lucifer

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quandaryqueen · 2 years

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Rules of requests

Exams are done, time to thirst!

Okay so the list of rules will be ever changing and will be edited and reblogged whenever it is updated.

This will contain rules and since my interest in rogues/heroes are expanding, some will be added to the list.

So I write for the following:

💚 Arkhamverse

Edward Nygma

Jonathan Crane

💚 Gotham

Edward Nygma

Oswald Cobblepot

Barbara Kean

Jonathan Crane

💚Young Justice

Edward Nygma

Klarion Bleak

💚 Harley Quinn Series

Edward Nygma

Harley Quinn

Pamela Isley

Jonathan Crane

Bane

💚 The Batman 2022

Edward Nashton

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

💚 BTAS

Edward Nygma

Jonathan Crane

💚 The War of Jokes and Riddles

Edward Nygma

💚 Batman Unburied

Edward Nygma

💚 Batman the brave and the bold

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Jonathan Crane

💚 Masters of fear

Jonathan Crane

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cl-01-kestis · 4 years

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a jerome request please!

i know it’s cliche, but him and reader having a similar relationship to harley and joker, bonnie and clyde blah blah

Anyway - him coming to break her out of arkham when hes revived, before hes gets bruce and all that?

Of course!! Thank you for requesting :) sorry for the small delay! it’s pretty short but hope you like it hun x

Warnings: mentions of mental torture, angst if you squint

The walls of the asylum prison were closing in on you, and you swore everytime you blinked they got a little bit closer.

You had been pacing around in your cell for god knows how long, chewing on your index finger as you thought of ways to escape this hell. You had been in here for almost two years, the clumsy scribbled tally’s on your prison cell wall confirmed that. You were always waiting for the day that an opportunity to escape would eventually come about, but so far nothing’s happened. Not one thing.

Why were you here in the first place? It was simple - your dead boyfriend, Jerome Valeska. Almost 2 years ago, you attended the children’s hospital charity ball and played Jerome’s assistant beside Barbara Kean as he performed all his magic tricks. But after he was killed and you were both betrayed by Theo Galavan, Barbara escaped without you and you were caught by the authorities. You were charged for murder, theft, and supposed ‘insanity’ due to the amount of influence Jerome had over you.

But his influence never effected you negatively as a person, you knew Jerome from the circus and came in as an orphan with no friends; the perfect opportunity for Jerome to meet someone who he viewed as his equal. Your friendship continued for years and lead right into a relationship after the both of you turned 18, and a few months before Jerome was put in Arkham. You done most of his dirty work whilst he spent his time in there, before he escaped and reunited with you to continue your mayhem together. But one thing lead to another and now you were stuck here. In a cold, dingy, isolated place full of freaks you never spoke to.

As you sat down on your bed, you let out a deflated sigh and ran your fingers over your head, closing your eyes for a brief second and gathering your thoughts as silence settled throughout the hallway of prison cells. Finally, the lunatics had shut up. They were causing so much ruckus by laughing, screaming, swearing and crying, but you might’ve been the only one that never made a sound. Not even a mutter or whisper. Nothing but silent mouthing and smirks ever left your mouth, and nothing ever did for the past two years.

You occasionally made gestures to wind up the other patients, and in return you would laugh, that was the only time anyone would ever hear your voice. You only laugh because you knew it’s what Jerome would’ve wanted, he always said you had the most fascinating laugh. The officers guarding the cells always found it weird that you said nothing, but occasionally laughed. From small giggles to loud belts of psychotic laughter, almost matching Jerome’s perfectly, it freaked the staff out and you were even sent to the ‘rehabilitation’ room a few times, which did shut you up for a long time.

Your eyes stared blankly at the wall staring right back at you, it’s ugly dark paint job peeling off at the cracks in the corners slowly but surely. You raised a hand to chew on, the other fumbling instinctively with the worn down and withered material of your striped prisoner uniform. Your hands trembled due to your clueless and violent anxiety, it ripped through your every cell as you tried to count how many bricks there were in the wall whilst keeping your thoughts together as best as you could. Groaning out loud, you yanked off a shoe and threw it hard at the wall after losing count of the bricks, huffing out in frustration as you continued biting your nails. The guard from outside your cell banged his fist once on your door, warning you not to do anything else as you stuck your tongue out at him and picked up your shoe.

Everything went oddly silent for a while, the prisoners stopped screaming and the guards stopped rattling their baton’s against the prison cell bars in the small cut out square in the middle.

You walked over to the far side of your prison cell when you heard vehicles and loud voices erupt from outside. Excited, you jumped and grabbed ahold of the bars keeping you in, pulling yourself up with all your strength and peeking through to see what was going on. Many of the other prisoners started wiring up again and cheered as they too looked out of their barred windows, rattling whatever things they had against the walls to grab the attention of those outside.

A man dressed in all white walked out in front of the building where all your cells were, peering at every window until he eventually looked to yours and caught you peeking out from the bars. For a moment, you lowered yourself slightly to hide your head from the strange man who started walking towards your cell.

“There they are!” A hauntingly familiar voice spoke out, causing you to immediately shoot back up to the window encased with bars. You pushed your head against the bars, eyes wide and mouth agape as you looked down to see a man you thought was long dead. Jerome Valeska.

He stood in a white harness outfit, boots, and an intensely carved face. You noticed the bold red outlines over his face, around his eyes and the two lines flicking from the sides of his mouth. He looked insane. It made you smile.

“Jerome?!” You asked, astounded, and started pulling frantically at the bars.

“It’s me doll! I’m gonna get you out of here!” Jerome announced up to you, looking over to one of the vehicles and waving the driver on.

“H-how are you alive?! I thought you-...” You stopped talking out of pure confusion, your head was a puddle of never ending thoughts but they were cut short when the vehicle stopped right in front of your prison cell.

“I’ll tell you everything when we escape, take a step back doll!” He warned, waving you back with a happy smile on his twisted face. You done exactly as he said, jumping down from the bars and walking backwards until your body pressed against the prison cell door. Your heart pounded in your ears as you impatiently waited for the wall to crash open, your hands wiggling the handle unconsciously as you bit your lip to hold on giggles.

After a few more seconds, the bricks of the building were burst into bits after the vehicle crashed through, the door to the large truck opening. You didn’t waste a single moment and bolted for the opened door, just as the door to your prison cell rammed open. Jerome, who was in the middle and sitting beside the driver, helped you in and raised a revolver, shooting the guard dead as the biller pierced the wind shield of the truck as if reversed out of the building and turned around fo escape.

“C’mere toots” Jerome smiled, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and the both of you smiled into each other’s lips. Disregarding the driver next to Jerome, he kissed you without shame and bit down on your lip before pulling back and kissing the top of your nose.

“I’ve missed you, doll” He whispered, pressing his head against yours whilst still maintaining intense eye contact with you as you let out a giggle and kissed him on his lips briefly.

“Not as much as I missed you, Jer” You replied, running your fingers through his burnt orange hair and earning a smirk from him before he pulled you in for another passionate kiss as the driver pulled the trigger for the horn and the deafening sound made you all laugh.

You never felt so alive.

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