#maybe this could be at oswald's bar ???

[bubble-you]

true bestiehood would be letting me make them watch mummy on the orient express with them and let me watch their reactions and listen to me talk about it and repeat this until they get the significance of every line

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie you know who this is (I wish they let you send asks from a side account 😭😭). ANYWAY soooo per our discussion, I would like to request 2022 Ozzie being a gentle Dom but specifically focusing on his fingers. 👀👀 The coldness of his rings contrasting the warmth of readers body, how he may tease them until they say "please" and then he's willing to do anything for them.

Also if it could be plus size reader, that would be fantastic uwu. 💙💙

Two Fingers

Farrell!Penguin x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.75k fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers i am going insane over this request bug and it cheered me up immensely while i was writing it at my desk BUT it kinda got away from me lmao i hope reader was plus sized enough, i always forget to describe reader because i spent so long training myself not to lol 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, fingering, nipple play, gentle dom ozzie

"Two fingers of scotch, sweetheart."

You stopped in your tracks, arms on either side of you, pushing you up from the cushion. Looking over to Oswald's desk, you caught his eye, and he smiled towards you.

"If you're getting up to go to the bar."

"Oh! I wasn't actually. I was getting up to come over and see you."

You stood up from the sofa in the corner of Oswald's office, your perch, as he called it. The place you sat most evenings, waiting for him to finish up his work. When you reached him, you jutted your hip out and rested against the edge of the desk, laying your palm delicately against the lapel of his suit jacket.

"I thought that maybe you'd be better comforted by a warm touch, than a stiff drink. Besides, with the day you've had? Do you really think two fingers'll be enough?"

He grinned, gold tooth catching in the light, twinkling in sync with his eyes as a mischievous sparkled in them.

"Two fingers is always enough."

You fed into the flirting, encouraging it with your smile and batting your eyelashes at him. Running the edge of the lapel between your fingers, you stared at his lips, biting softly at your own as you held back the embarrassing, excited giggle that threatened to escape you. In an attempt to maintain composure, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sultry sigh, and shifted ever so slightly closer to him.

"Is that so?"

"Oh yeah, you'd be surprised at what two fingers can accomplish. Or, rather, toots, you'd be amazed at what I can do with two fingers."

No longer able to suppress the glee in the giggle you let out, you practically jumped at the way he spoke to you. Low, growling, so incredibly attractive. You were moving closer to him, now on the same side of the desk as Oswald. He turned in his chair, resting his palms on the widest part of your hips. His fingers tickled delicately over the surface of your protrusions and curves as he moved his hands up and down your sides, guiding you with him as he turned his chair back around to face the desk. He let his touch linger as you settled into your new position, sandwiched between his body, still seated, and the desk, which you rested against.

You stood still, your legs between Oswald's which were spread wide apart to give you space. The way he looked up at you made you feel like a work of art, gazed on from people smaller than you, people down on the ground. People who were trying to get to the same level as you, reaching for the pedestal that Oswald sat you on.

"Ok then, what can you do with two fingers then, Mr Cobblepot?"

It drove him wild when you teased him, even more so when you added an air of faux formality to it.

"A lotta things! Sign checks, make business deals, command my empire. Which way will Cesar Cobblepot's thumb fall, y'know?"

"Impressive. That's all business though, what about something more personal?"

Oswald let his hands drop down the back of your thighs, swooping round to the front where he lifted the hem of your skirt, just enough to expose your knees and let his thumbs graze over them.

"Well, I can hold open a door for my beautiful princess. I can summon a waiter over to take her order. I can send her a message to cheer-"

"The way you type, you only use one finger. And you do it with your nose pressed all the way right up to the screen."

You smiled, satisfied to get a gentle dig in. He raised his hands to his heart, mimicking some sort of fake pain your words had caused him before throwing his arms out to the sides.

"Listen, you forget I'm an old man! And I don't quite need glasses yet, sugar. Let me have that one."

You placed your hand on his cheek, your own eyes now boring into his deep, dark brown irises, making a note of the creases and lines that branched out from the corners of his heavy lids, the ones that shifted in different ways depending on what kind of smile he gave you.

"Ok, what else then?"

"Lemme think... Oh! I can do this."

He brought two fingers to your bottom lip, pushing on it gently until they parted and your mouth opened. Oswald stroked at the velvet skin, watching it tremble slightly at his touch, the sudden crossing from verbal flirting to physical shocking you in an entirely pleasant way.

"I can surprise you with just two fingers, huh? Make you speechless?"

You nodded, a small sound at the back of your throat cut short as he moved his fingers further back on your lips. Watching you carefully, keeping an eye out for any subtle, or obvious, signs of disagreement with his movements, he pressed those two large, thick fingers into your mouth. Laying them flat on your tongue. Licking his own lips as you pressed the muscle flat out against your chin, drool forming and spilling onto your face.

"I can show you who's boss too."

Oswald brought his hand to your cheek, rough fingertips grazing gently over your flushed skin, tingling at the tiny, soft hairs that stood on end as he brushed past, electrifying them. His digits continued, skipping over the shell of your ear, catching a loose strand of hair in the process and pushing it back, threading it into place.

"I can keep you neat and tidy, lookin' perfect."

His walked the digits down your front, sweeping them to the side of your body and pressing them into your plush curves, watching your plump skin fold under his pressure, indenting with the soft force, and pushing back out again into the soft curves he admired so much.

But as gentle as he was, he turned the other way completely, looping two fingers in the gap between your top button and the next one, tugging sharp on your shirt and bursting it open.

"Or, I can make a mess of you."

He tugged again, another button popping open with the strength of just his fingers, until your shirt had exposed your bra completely. He dipped two into the cup and pulled it down, revealing your breast, your nipple hardening as he grazed his fingertips over it.

Oswald drew a circle around your nipple, watching your skin shiver despite flushing with heat. Pinching you, teasing your nipple out and pulling your breast with it, he smiled as your breath became heavier, chest rising and falling against his grip. Once he let go, he began flicking his finger over the nipple, tickling you, teasing you, and you could barely hold back from asking for more.

"What else? What else can you do?"

"You wanna know? You gotta ask nicely, sugar."

"Please, Ozzie. Please show me."

Quicker than you thought possible, Oswald had his two fingers gliding up your thigh, pressing into the skin, watching the way your thickness dimpled under him. And then he had them under the hem of your skirt, both of them pressed together and rubbing your desperate pussy over your underwear.

Your body reacted immediately, grinding into him, keening and whining for more, satisfied with his two fingers, but needing them closer to you, to feel them on your skin. And sensing this, he pulled your panties to the side, letting his digits stroke against your swollen lips, spreading them apart and closing them around your clit.

As you bucked up towards him, he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingertips, biting down on his lip as he watched the way you held your breath, letting it go in long, trembling sighs when you couldn't hold it any longer. Those two fingers, now coated in your slick, coaxing your arousal on their own with ease. Forcing you to buck your hips towards him as you silently, but not subtly, asked for more.

And he obliged, letting his fingers slide between your lips and inside of you. Thick, strong, pulsing as he explored you, beginning to fuck you with them as you felt the definite threat of orgasm burn inside of you. He pressed further, the sharp cool of his rings as they came into contact with your skin serving as a delicious change in texture, one that made you mutter some expletive much to Oswald's amusement.

He rotated his wrist, fingers deep in you, down to the knuckles, hooked and tapping at the exact right spot to have you almost doubling over. It took so much effort to keep yourself balanced as you felt those two digits, manicured nails, polished rings, the hair close to the knuckles, now covered in your slick as he pumped them in and out to a purposeful beat. If you hadn't had something to concentrate on, like not falling, you knew you would have cum long ago.

The edge of the desk felt like it could snap under your white knuckle grip as you clung to it, your whines growing into moans, which gave way to a desperate scream as you reached your climax, clenching around Oswald's fingers as he spoke to you, endless praise, notes of admiration, 'good girls' being let out in a steady rhythm as he saw you through every ounce of pleasure.

With a shuddering breath and a soft whimper, you let the last vibrations of your orgasm roll over you, collapsing against the desk and steadying yourself on wobbling legs.

"See, what'd I tell ya?"

Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, body settling down post-orgasm, muscles relaxing, fingers untensing. You'd been hoping for such a tremendous example of what he was capable of, even though you already knew very well, and of course, being Oswald Cobblepot, he had delivered.

Watching him with hazy vision and half-lidded eyes you took in his every move. The slow, precise way he produced the napkin from under his empty whisky glass, running his two fingers along the flat of it before licking the last of your slick from them, a low moan rumbling in his chest at your taste.

Catching your eye, the lustful gaze with which you focused on him, he winked, offering you another of his knowing, mischievous grins.

"Two fingers, two of my fingers, are all you need, sweetheart."

[olailamajnoon]

Steve, Part 2

Previous fic

Steve walked into the bathroom of the warehouse where Batman had stashed him. Stupid flightless birds, he muttered, thinking of Oswald Cobblepot and his giant drum belly. Thanks to you, I don't have place to hang my underwear. The lack of fucking clotheshooks inside the cold-ass bathroom annoyed him. Who wants to put their underwear on the floor while showering? And there was no bathtub. Fucking Penguin, and fucking Regina.

Regina, with her drop-down-dead beautiful eyes, and her soft gurgly voice. Her lips, the way they kissed him, like he was wanted and loved.

She had wanted a squirrel fur coat, and had made it the price of admission, and Steve, like a total chump, had taken the bait.

"Takeout!" someone called from the door. Steve stepped out of the shower hurriedly and put on his robe and tighty-whities. "Coming!" he called, hoping the voice belonged to the blue one, and not the red one who liked to poke fun at his—everything, really.

He breathed in. Why the fuck was he nervous? These guys had never hurt him. These guys were constitutionally incapable of hurting him. They treated him like a vulnerable bunny. Even the big strong one with the guns.

He walked into the warehouse's main room. (He was calling it the main room because he didn't know what else to call it. It was large and white and square, and main.) The lighting was dim and harsh at the same time, and the concrete walls and floor were hard and smelled old.

There were like nine bats. There were definitely nine. Steve could count. He realized what he must look like, in his tattered bathrobe.

"Nice robe, Steve," said Red Hood. Steve stuck his tongue out.

Batman turned around, and stared at Steve. He didn't feel as self-conscious as he probably should have.

"Do you need fresh clothes," said Batman. He had some kind of gadget in his hands.

So Batman had definitely noticed.

Steve tried to smile and act jolly, but the truth was the presence of nine bats had unnerved him. He knew one thing about the Batfamily—they usually operated in twos or threes. Unless...there was a Gotham-wide operation, which could only mean one thing. A disaster. A cataclysm of epic proportions.

"What's going on? Can I help?" he asked, his smile too wide, his face way too happy.

"No," said Red Hood and Red Robin together, and then frowned at each other.

"Help how?" asked Nightwing. "You've already given us all the information on Penguin you could. Thanks to you, we took down his waterfront businesses. All of them."

Steve glowed at this praise. Then he collected his face, and composure. "I could go places you people can't. Perp habitats. Henchmen bars. Hellholes. I can be of use to you."

"Why," said Batman.

"Why?" Steve was confused. Also the heater was off, and he was standing in the middle of a cold warehouse trembling, but he didn't want Batman to see and think he was afraid or some shit. He wondered how soon he could get into his clothes. The bats seemed to be wearing insulated suits, the bastards.

"Why do you want to be of use," Batman said, as if repeating himself.

"I dunno," said Steve, shrugging. He breathed out. "Maybe cause you gave me another chance."

Batman looked at him steadily, not saying anything. Just looking with his arms crossed.

"Everyone deserves another chance," said Orphan gently.

"Yeah, well. It's whatever, you know," said Steve, embarrassed there were suddenly tears in his eyes. He didn't want to cry big man-tears in front of Batman.

"Fine," said Batman. "You might be of use."

"Really?"

"Yes. If you prove reliable, there may be a place for you. Keep out of the line of sight, and wear a mask."

Wait.

Holy fuck.

A mask?

"Yessir," said Steve. "Yes, yes sir."

"You will also—" Batman seemed to bore into Steve's eyes, "—not ask any questions that are not relevant to you, or try to ascertain our identities in any way."

"Uh—okay."

"Trust is built, Steve. My trust is limitless, once I extend it to someone, but it takes time to create."

Steve sighed happily. Batman was trying to trust him. He tried to remember the last time anyone had tried to trust him, really trust him. "I won't let you down, sir," he said.

"I hope you won't," said Batman, rather softly.

Steve turned around to go to his room to get dressed, but then he turned around. "Just one thing."

Batman cocked his head.

"I totally get it. The secret identities and all. But—" he swallowed. "I have no one to tell. I'm isolated from my family and friends, I can't ever return to them. I'm completely cut-off. So. You know. Even if I ever knew. Your secrets are safe with me."

"We'll see," said Batman shortly. "For now, you will operate under me. I'll see what can be done, about...other things."

He thinks I'm lonely, Steve realized. He thinks I'm complaining. But he doesn’t know that for the first time in my life, I don’t have to watch my back. I don’t have to keep up appearances. I’m totally fucking alone...

...and somehow, I’m fucking okay.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Any rogues

Reaction to the heroes going, "Something's queer afoot" "That'll be us" cue the duos muffled wheezing

Somethings Queer Afoot

The rogue wasn't quick enough to escape, meaning they were hiding in the crime scene with a henchman by their side when they overheard the heroes conversation.

Scarecrow: The henchman looked rather awkwardly and somewhat concerned at the sound of the wheeze. He looked to Jonathan who was staring off at the ground without expression. It wasn't clear if he was tuning them out or if he found it irritating. He simply just sat there as the wheezing continued.

The Riddler: "I bet they're just out." He murmured to himself and his henchman frowned. "Eh?" Edward elaborated. "Only those just out the closet find that funny." He truly felt he was surrounded by idiots. Is the bar of their humour that low? He was the master of puns and this severely disappointed him.

Two-Face: He shook his head with a sigh as something occurred to him. Then he muttered to himself. "Why am I the crazy one? I flip a coin to make decisions. Those nutjobs are giggling in a crime scene!" He couldn't believe it. He's the outcast of society and the saint supers over there are giggling about something unrelated. One having a wheeze so strong he was certain they should go to a doctor about it.

Black Mask: There was a long pause. "Are they gay?" He asked quietly. The goon shrugged. "I think it's an umbrella term now. Could mean anything but straight." "What?" "You know the terms gay or bisexual are considered too restrictive by some people. So they prefer queer." "So they ain't gay?" "No. Yes. Maybe. Probably. Just with a little flare on the side." The goon replied and black mask nearly blew their cover when he asked a little louder. "What the fuck does that mean!?" He didn't understand. He feels old. It's a bit of a touchy subject for him. Not because he has a problem with it in itself- because he has a problem with anything he can't wrap his head around.

Penguin: "Well now ain't that nice? They're comfortable enough to make jokes. That's nice." He smiled slightly but his henchman looked at them like they grew another head. Mostly wondering why that was being brought up now and how they found it so funny. Oswald saw it much more judgemental and elbowed the henchman. "What!? You never seen a couple of queers before!?"

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Doctor Who Kinktober Request 🕸️🎃

Sorry in advance, because I’m just an anon here to cause chaos in your life so no rush on this one as I know it’s a big ask okay so…River, Missy, Clara and fem!reader go on a ‘girls night out’ to get away from 12s endless whining - could possibly be a nice space bar. All of the girls get pretty tipsy and decide after a long night of drinking - and suggestive glares - to head home (Could be a shared hotel room rented for the night? Or Clara’s apartment if the bar is on Earth?). Anyway, as they’re about to change into their pjs etc one of them has an idea to…continue the fun sexually, using it as a chance to let off some steam before going to back to their normal lives/travelling with the doctor/whatever else they do. Almost like a sexual sleepover - could play a game with aphrodisiacs e.g. truth or dare with that mini chocolate bar that makes you horny or something similar. Some are more open with their kinks - I hc Missy with some kinda BDSM/dom + sub type stuff, River is v flirty probably likes watching her partner get blushy and a tiny bit infuriated with her (maybe dirty talking Clara? Or reader? With her typical “Hello, sweetie.” line or other flirtatious remarks) or making someone beg like how she made the Dalek beg, and I feel like Clara would have a (receiving) praise kink with how much she likes to be in control. Missy and River (the more confident ones) can be more of the leaders of the group and possibly spark, whereas Clara and reader are maybe the more submissive ones, and take a more gentle approach to romance with each other, or you could swap it round for a bit. You could throw some roleplay in there if you wanted, would be hilarious to have one of them dress up in uniform and mixed reactions from the others (e.g. one laughing their head off, one facepalming, and one really turned on). Each of the characters also could draw the reader out of their shell in different ways e.g. River’s seduction, Missy’s chaos and Clara’s sensitivity. Feel free to add stuff in or take stuff out if you think it fits/doesn’t fit with the characters and how you write them, just try at least for the reader to have some kind of experience/interaction with each of them. Basically a no-boundaries sexual sleepover where they wake up in the morning like it’s a fever dream but none of them regret it.

I actually really enjoy how in depth this request is believe it or not 🤗 I did my best to include most if not all of what you asked me to, sorry if I left anything out or got something wrong. thanks for requesting for kinktober! 💕

(I really hope it was worth the wait! I decided to put multiple dividers instead of my usual two because of how long this is, as I wanted it to feel a little less overwhelming when being read)

Kinktober 2024 Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, foursome-ish, slight intoxication (just enough for them to be tipsy, they can still consent don't worry), swearing, cunnilingus/oral sex (reader receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, some dom/sub dynamics, mistress kink, vaginal fingering (both reader and Clara receiving), praise kink, brief mentioned spanking/impact play, light bondage (handcuffs used), light sensory deprivation (blindfold used), overstimulation, grinding/clothed sex

It was pretty rare that you got free time given how often you joined the Doctor on his adventures. Even when you did happen to have a day off, it was usually spent relaxing and lounging in the TARDIS rather than being out and about.

Recently, however, the Doctor had been extra grumpy for some reason, which prompted both you and Clara to look for fun elsewhere. And who better to turn to when looking for entertainment than the Doctor's wife and the Mistress of Evil themselves?

You contacted Missy via the TARDIS console, to which she very eagerly replied. She promised to pick up both you and Clara in the TARDIS she had of her own (one that she assured you was definitely not stolen from anyone), and River agreed to meet you at a local space bar that she was known to frequent by the locals, managing to score the four of you some free drinks as her contribution to your night out once you got there.

It was difficult for you to remember the last time you had so much fun, especially on a space trip as those usually ended in chaos and you running for your life. Watching River flirt with the bartender in order to acquire another round of free liquor while Missy complained that it would just be easier for her to shrink them with her TCE was a lot more entertaining to you than you'd ever thought. Of course, the ample amount of alcohol in your system certainly didn't hurt matters.

River and Missy were both able to hold their drinks pretty well due to their familiarity with the native cocktails on the planet the bar was located, but you and Clara were more of lightweights, only able to down a few as they started to set in rather quickly. It didn't take long before the two of you became tipsy, giggling over the littlest things as the two other women you were with observed in amusement.

"If I had known you two were going to become drunk so quickly, I would've gotten you something that wasn't quite as strong to start off with," River lightly teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she brought her cocktail glass up to her lips.

"Now, what would be the fun in that? I think they look adorable just the way they are," Missy replied as she looked over at you and Clara, playfully scrunching up her nose as she grinned in delight at your drunken state.

That only made the two of you start to giggle even more. Clara's cheeks were also starting to look a little flushed, though whether that was from the alcohol in her system or something else entirely remained to be seen.

While you and Clara started to sober up a bit, River and Missy kept drinking until their tipsiness matched yours. There was a certain buzz of electricity in the air that desperately left you wanting more, and you soon found yourself hoping the night would never end.

You could tell the other women must've felt the same judging from the glances that were passed across the table, and the actions that soon followed. Clara bumping into you on occasion as she held onto your hand was normal, sure. And River's foot nudging your ankle underneath the table very well could've been an accident. But when Missy's hand began to lightly graze over your thigh, that's when you knew. They were just as desperate as you were to have some alone time.

"Perhaps we should start heading back for the night," Clara suddenly suggested, her speech slurring a bit.

"Excellent idea, Clara," Missy immediately agreed, seeming eager at the idea of being alone with the three of you. "Shall we go back to your place?"

Clara let out a slight scoff at the question. "And have you crash your TARDIS into my living room because you're too drunk to park it properly? Yeah, no thank you."

"Come on, I know a local inn that we can stay at," River spoke up as she stood, finishing her drink in one swift gulp before leaving a handful of foreign bills behind on the table as a tip.

The four of you were drunken messes as you left the bar, swaying back and forth as you walked. You were thankful River knew of a place nearby for you to stay, because there was no way you trusted Missy to properly pilot the TARDIS in her current state.

When you arrived at the inn, River payed for a large suite the four of you could stay in together, insisting it be on her when you began to protest.

"You already payed for our drinks, you shouldn't have to pay for our room, too."

She waved her hand dimissively at your words. "It's not a problem, sweetie. I already told you I'll take care of it. Besides, you deserve to be spoiled for once." The wink that she gave you afterwards sobered you up to the point of being a flustered mess, something that you tried to ignore since Missy and Clara were with you.

The room was lavish yet cozy, with two massive beds lined up against the wall on one side while several armchairs and couches were placed on the other. You wondered just how much it must've cost to stay in a place this nice, if only for one night.

"These beds are enormous!" Clara exclaimed as she made her way over to the one closest to the door, letting out a sigh of comfort as she flopped down. Clearly she was still being affected by the alcohol in her system at least somewhat.

"Well, it'll be much easier to share them, then," Missy commented as she watched the brunette with a slight smirk, her words holding a slightly suggestive edge.

"I can sleep with Clara," you offered casually before realizing how your words could be taken out of context. "I, uh- I mean, I can share a bed with her. I don't really mind."

Both River and Missy looked as if they were trying to hold back laughter at your Freudian slip, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed by saying anything about it.

"We shouldn't go to sleep yet, I'm not tired," Clara complained as she sat up on the bed, seeming unbothered by your awkward choice of words.

"Well, we could always play a game. Spin the bottle seems like a good way to continue the fun after a night of drinking," River suggested after thinking on it for a moment or so. "Of course, we don't have a bottle, but I might have something on me that we could use-" she muttered while beginning to check her pockets.

"Why don't we play truth or dare?" Missy spoke up, the mischievious grin on her face a dead giveaway that she was up to something.

"Really? Truth or dare?" Clara asked, seeming a bit confused by the choice. You had to agree with her, it did seem a bit tame given that Missy was the one to suggest it.

"Oh, I don't mean normal truth or dare, of course." By this point River had stopped searching through her pockets and was also paying attention. "I meant a more... dirty kind of truth or dare."

No wonder she looked so smug when she first brought it up. There was always some kind of catch with her, as you'd grown to realize over time, so it didn't entirely surprise you. Especially not after the subtle looks and touches that were shared in the bar earlier by you four.

"Why, Missy, I can't believe it. You stole my idea," River joked as she gave Missy a playful nudge, one that was acknowledged by a couple of lighthearted giggles.

"I did no such thing. If you wanted to be the one to take credit for it, you should've said it first." The sexual tension in the room was already starting to become thick and almost stifling, and you hadn't even begun the game yet, though you'd be lying if you said it wasn't enjoyable.

You and Clara shared a look of both apprehension and excitement. Although you knew they'd probably take things slower with the two of you, it was still a bit nerve-wracking knowing how much experience they both had.

Having noticed the look you gave each other, River was quick to reassure the both of you. "Don't worry, we won't do anything too wild tonight. It'll just be a bit of fun."

"Exactly. And what better way to start than with these?" Missy pulled a couple of wrapped chocolate candies out of her pocket. They seemed innocent enough, but knowing her they were probably laced with something.

"What are they?" You questioned while taking one from her, Clara doing the same.

"Oh, they're just a few party favors I picked up," she casually replied, unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth. "Of course, they are aphrodisiacs. I just thought it would add a bit of fun to our game."

River ate one while she spoke, appearing unfazed by their appearance. Either she knew Missy had them or she'd tried something similar to it before, probably both.

"Why don't you try one? They're not overly strong, if that's what you're worried about. The effects start to kick in sometime after the first hour, and they wear off after six."

Usually you'd decline the offer, but the drinking you'd done earlier gave you a surprising boost of courage. Plus, if both Missy and River were taking them, they couldn't be that bad.

Clara watched curiously as you ate one of the chocolates, following suit as she ate one of her own. Nothing immediately happened, but then again Missy did say it took a bit for them to kick in, so you weren't worried.

"Right, so I suppose we should begin playing the game now," Clara said while taking a seat on one of the couches, you sitting down with her while Missy and River each took an armchair. "Who wants to go first?"

You each took turns with truth or dare, either asking each other sexually explicit questions or making overly suggestive dares throughout the game. Despite your earlier apprehension, the excitement you had ended up winning out by the end (it certainly didn't hurt that the chocolate aphrodisiac you took had started to kick in while playing).

"Alright, who's turn is it?" River asked as she sat on the floor, having moved there after being dared by you to give Clara a leg massage a turn before.

"I think it's my turn with Clara," Missy replied with a sly smile, looking as though she had something up her sleeve. "Truth or dare?"

"Hm... dare." Clara had spent most of her turns picking truth, and by this point she didn't know how many more retellings of her past sexual encounters she could give without melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

Missy's smile widened into a grin at her answer. It was as if she somehow knew that's what Clara was going to pick. "Alright, I dare you to come sit in my lap for the next round."

Her eyes widened at that, growing as big as saucers. The brunette looked towards you and River, but you both simply shrugged, as if to say, "You're the one who picked dare".

"Come here, poppet," Missy coaxed in a low and soothing tone as she patted her lap invitingly, almost sounding a little condescending as she beckoned the other woman over. "Come sit with your Mistress."

Clara let out a soft scoff as she stood and walked over, allowing the Time Lady to wrap her arms around her as she sat in her lap.

"I only wish I had one of my vibrators here with me to tease you with," Missy said with a disappointed sigh, one hand resting on Clara's thigh as the other held her waist. Clara herself looked like she was about to combust from all of the teasing. Despite this, she was able to sit still in her lap without incident.

You went back and forth again as you continued to play, River confirming that she once belonged to a swinger's club with her truth while Missy told the best way to properly tame a brat with hers.

When it reached her turn to ask you, you saw her eyes light up with glee. You picked dare just like Clara had, which only seemed to make them sparkle with mischief even more. "I dare you to go find something sexy in the TARDIS to try on, and it has to be a costume of some sorts."

Great, Missy clearly had some sort of humiliation kink where she got off on your pain and suffering. Why did that not surprise you?

"I can go help you look," Clara offered as she went to stand, only to be pulled back down onto Missy's lap.

"I don't think so, pet. You're sitting with me until your next turn, remember?" She playfully wagged her finger in the other girl's face. "No cheating. You have to play by the rules."

"I'll go with you, sweetie," River said casually as she stood, expecting nothing less from Missy and her possessiveness.

Nodding your head, you agreed with her, just happy you didn't have to go out there by yourself.

The TARDIS wardrobe gave off the impression of a large chasm filled with clothes, like a vast and never-ending closet factory. You supposed in a way it almost was.

"Here we are. We'll try this, okay?" River pulled out a Victorian type dress that had so many frills and poofs you thought you might get lost in them all.

"Do I have to?" You whined, already knowing the corset that went with it would be a pain to get on and off.

"Unless you want Missy to come in here and choose for you." Her words shut you up instantly. With your luck, you'd get put in some sort of skimpy maid outfit, and you weren't sure if you were ready to debut that kind of outfit in front of three other people.

"Fine," you huffed while beginning to strip yourself of your current clothing. Until River's hands moved to stop you, that is.

"Do it slower," she commanded in a soft yet firm tone, her eyes trained on you as the outfit you came searching for was momentarily forgotten.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head, doing as she told you to. You hands were a bit shaky from nerves as you moved to slowly take off your clothes, your pulse starting to quicken from the eyes currently watching you.

Once you were completely undressed (save for your underwear and bra) River slowly approached you, her hand reaching out to gently grab your chin. "Do you want me, sweetie?"

Unable to speak, you simple nodded again like you did earlier, something that caused her to lightly click her tongue in disapproval. "I need words, love."

"Yes," you responded in a desperate and breathless voice, gasping when you felt her hands move to gently hold your hips in place as she leaned in closer.

"Beg for it," she murmured in a sultry order, her body practically caging you against the wall by this point. You couldn't move even if you wanted to, and in no way did you want to.

"Please." Your own voice was soft and weak, nothing like the firm and strong one that she had. If it wasn't obvious before who was in charge, it certainly was now.

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't seem to hear you. You'll need to speak up."

You knew very well that she'd heard what you said, but your need for her outweighed your slight frustration. "Please," you repeated, a bit louder this time, biting back a moan when you felt her lips move to brush over the side of your jaw.

"Good girl." Her hands went from your hips up to the back of your bra, undoing the clasp so she could remove it. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loudly you were almost certain she could hear its beats.

Her lips traveled from your jaw down to your neck, your head tilting back on instinct. She took her time pressing kisses from there to your collarbone, kissing the spot between your breasts before her lips managed to make it all the way down to your stomach.

You were so caught up in the feeling of her mouth on you that you hadn't even realized she'd sunk down to her knees, her fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear as she looked up at you.

"Beg for me, darling," River commanded in a voice that was smoother than fresh honey, and certainly sweeter than it, too.

"Please," you pleaded with her in a whiny tone, trying your best to stay still as you watched her. "I need you, please."

That seemed to do the trick in satisfying her, as her next course of action was to carefully pull down your underwear. You were thankful there was a wall behind you, otherwise you were quite certain your knees would've buckled the very moment her lips made contact with your obscenely wet pussy, a clear sign the aphrodisiac you'd taken earlier had already started to work.

A loud moan was pulled from your throat as she ran her tongue through your folds in a slow licking motion. It certainly didn't help matters when she pulled one of your legs over her shoulder, giving her mouth better access to the area. It was hard for you not to grind down against her face, but you were worried she'd pull away just to tease you if she noticed you becoming too eager.

Your hand tentatively reached out to grip onto her blonde curls as a method to help keep you grounded. That didn't help much, because the moment her nose bumped into your clit it was over for you and your self restraint.

Her hands were gentle yet firm on your thighs, holding you in place as you reached your climax so you wouldn't end up falling over. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. It had felt so much better than you ever thought it could, and it made you excited for what was to come with the other two.

Since you were too exhausted for the time being to do it yourself, you allowed her to help get you dressed in the outfit she'd chose. You had to admit, it looked better on you than you'd initially thought it would, but that still didn't make you feel any less nervous to show it off.

River carried your other clothes as she helped you get back from the TARDIS to the hotel room, your legs a bit shaky from your earlier orgasm. It was quite clear to the both of you that something equally explicit had happened between Clara and Missy while you were gone judging from the way Clara was still sitting on her lap, now with wrinkled clothes and a bright red face. Missy, meanwhile, sat there looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Took you long enough. I was starting to become worried you'd taken my TARDIS and weren't coming back," she spoke casually, resting her hands on Clara's upper thighs as she spoke. "We had to find other ways to pass the time while waiting for you."

"It took a while for us to get out of there. We got lost," you lied easily, not wanting to have to recount what really made you take so long. Missy didn't seem convinced, but before she could press the matter further River spoke up.

"Oh, sweetie, wait. You forgot the hat," she said, moving to place the over-sized Victorian sunhat on your head. You hadn't even noticed her grabbing it on the way out.

It took about all of two seconds for Missy to burst into a fit of laughter at the sight. "Oh, dear, I don't think that hat fits you very well," she lightly teased while River facepalmed.

"Perhaps you'd look better without it," the archaeologist mused while taking it off you.

Unlike the other two women in the room, Clara didn't seem either amused or exasperated. If anything, the outfit you were currently wearing did nothing but cause her flustered state to grow worse.

"You look nice," she complimented as you took a seat on a nearby couch, her cheeks heating up even more at the sight (if that was even possible). To be fair, you could see why she was reacting in such a way. With the corset and bodice combination both highlighting your breasts and hugging your figure, it would've been more of a surprise if she hadn't be affected by the sight at all.

"Missy," River spoke up suddenly with the intent of resuming the game. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course." Missy was a bit of an open book when it came to her sexual preferences, so it was natural that she would end up choosing dare.

"Alright, I dare you to remove the corset of our little Victorian princess," she said in reference to you, her gaze moving from the Time Lady over to where you were sitting on the sofa. "If you're okay with it, that is."

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine with it," you quickly stammered out in response as you felt your face heat up.

Missy appeared pleased that you'd agreed to it so quickly, giving Clara a light pat on the thigh to signal that she could finally get up from her lap. "I'd love nothing more. I haven't been able to think about much other than removing that silly constume of yours the second you stepped in wearing it."

Your heartbeat began to speed up at her words as you allowed her to reach out with one of her smooth, pale hands so she could help pull you up off the couch. It wasn't as easy to move around in your dress as the woman in period piece movies made it seem.

"You see, if it were up to me-" she began, her deft fingers working quickly to untie the corset after unzipping the back of your dress so she had the access to it "-I wouldn't just stop at removing this. I'd keep going until you were completely bare."

Feeling a little bold, you replied in a casual (if not somewhat nervous) voice. "So why don't you?"

Her hands stopped moving briefly, at first making you think that perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. Until you felt her tighten her grip on the laces of your corset and use it to pull you back against her chest so that you were both pressed against one another. "Oh, darling," she purred in a seductive tone, her lips brushing over your earlobe. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

You suddenly became acutely aware of the presence you were in, River and Clara both watching you with a combination of shock and arousal. Neither one of them had expected you to initiate something like that, you took it, and you honestly didn't really blame them for thinking so.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and allow me to undress you without problem?" She continued, completely unfazed by the two sets of eyes currently surveying the situation.

"Yes, of course," you breathed out softly, letting out a gasp when you felt her hands yank on the lace of your corset yet again, not being gentle in the slightest.

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected, her voice a low hum in your ear when she spoke. "You musn't forget your manners, dear."

"Yes, Mistress," you quickly corrected while nodding your head in understanding, desperately wanting to please her. "Sorry, Mistress."

She let out a noise of satisfaction in response, her hands returning to their task of untying the corset. "Such a good girl, so polite for me. Now, stay still while I undress you."

The sound of her praise filling your ears made you want to let out a whine, but you managed to hold yourself back, not wanting to appear too eager. You did as she'd instructed you to, staying perfectly still as she began to remove your clothes.

Where River was slow and deliberate with her touches, Missy was quick and spontaneous, always leaving you wondering where she would place her hands next. First they were on your back, then they moved down to your hips, and then even further down to your thighs after that before finally coming back up to brush over your stomach. You noticed she never kept them in one place for very long, most likely in an effort to tease you. It was working.

After you were stripped down to your underwear (River hadn't put your bra back on when helping you get dressed, instead choosing to keep it) Missy moved in front of you, her piercing eyes gazing fully upon your practically bare body. You felt like a rabbit being gazed at by a hawk who was in desperate need of a meal.

"Just look at you. Absolutely gorgeous." For once, her words didn't hold a mocking undertone, but rather a subtle appreciation. It made you feel warm inside, in more ways than one.

"Thank you, Mistress," you obediently replied, to which she gave you a pleased smirk in response.

"Aw, such a good pet. You're just like Clara, always remembering your manners... for the most part, anyway."

Clara's cheeks flushed at her words, and you took it that she was remembering what she and Missy had done together when you and River had been gone.

"She likes to be a bit of a brat sometimes," she continued while glancing over in the direction of the two other people in the room. "I must admit, it can be rather cute to put someone back in their place after acting out, but it can become quite tiresome after a while. Luckily she was able to behave for me rather quickly after I threatened her with a good spanking."

"Missy," Clara whisper-shouted her name, the color of her face similar to a tomato by this point.

Acting as if she hadn't even spoken, Missy turned her attention back towards you. "But I'm sure you'll be a good girl for me, won't you, dear?"

Your breath hitched when she moved in closer, her hand reaching out to grab your chin so she could tilt your head up some. "Yes, Mistress, I can be good for you."

"That's a good girl. I think you deserve a reward for your good behavior, don't you?" She kept one hand on your chin as the other slipped down between your thighs, pulling down your underwear. Her fingers ghosted over your folds, which were already starting to become wet again. You wondered just how strong that aphrodisiac was to be able to make you aroused so quickly (at least, you liked to think that's why you were so turned on, and it wasn't just your insatiable need for the three women in the room).

You could see River moving in to press a few kisses to Clara's neck as she watched, her hands gripping onto the couch cushion at the sight of Missy touching you. Missy, who pulled your face back in her direction when she noticed your attention on her had started to slip.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Don't worry about what they're doing."

It was hard not to stare, especially when Clara started letting out soft moans, one of River's hands having found its way up her thigh as they sat there. Still, you didn't want Missy to have to punish you for disobeying her. You wanted to be good, and you wanted to make her proud, so you did your best to listen.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry," you sheepishly apologized, any other words you might've tacked on at the end about how distracting the other women were being cut off by her fingers suddenly slipping inside of you.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the strangled whine that was pulled from you at the action, not giving you any time to adjust before she started lightly thrusting her fingers in and out. "There you are, poppet. You've been a good girl for me, so you should deserve a reward for it."

You couldn't respond by that point, your focus instead being on trying to stay standing while she pleasured you. At least with River there was a wall for you to lean on as she ate you out. Here you just had to hope if you began to topple over Missy would be quick enough to catch you before you hit the ground.

"M- Mistress-" you managed to breathe out as you unintentionally leaned in towards her, the combination of her pleasuring you while River touched Clara in the background starting to become too much for you to take.

"Aw, does my beautiful pet want me to make them cum, hm? Do you want to cum, my good girl?" Her tone was full of false sympathy, and you knew she'd have no problem denying you if she wanted to.

"Yes, Mistress, please- I've been so good for you, Mistress, please let me cum-" You begged pathetically, hoping you'd be able to sway her into letting you finish.

"If I let you cum, will you allow me to continue playing with you once you're done?" She asked while raising an eyebrow, making it clear there was some sort of catch. That didn't surprise you much. There always was with her.

"I'll let all three of you play with me if you let me cum," you promised in a moment of desperation, something that may or may not come back to bite you judging from the impish gleam in her eyes.

"Why, of course, pet," she purred in a low and uncharacteristically gentle tone. "You may cum now if you want."

If you'd been in a clearer headspace, you might've thought twice about the promise you'd made, but you couldn't. You needed to cum, so when she told you to, you did.

There was no doubt a mess of your juices on her fingers, something that was confirmed when she pulled them out of you and brought them up to your lips. "Clean these off for me, pet."

You were in too much of a daze from the intense orgasm you'd just experienced to protest, so you allowed her to slip her fingers into your mouth. Watching her with hooded eyes, you used your tongue to lick her fingers clean, not missing the proud look in her eyes as you completed the action.

"Good pet," she cooed once you were done, petting your head with her free hand. "Now why don't you come sit with me while River finishes her turn with Clara, hm?"

Missy took you by the wrist and guided you over to the armchair she'd been sitting in previously, carefully pulling you onto her lap so you could watch the scene before you. River had slipped her hand into Clara's pants at some point, giving her the same treatment and undivided attention that Missy had given to you.

"Don't they look so pretty, pet?" Missy murmured next to your ear, her hands resting on your bare thighs as she spoke.

A light shiver went down your spine at the sudden realization that you were naked while she was still completely clothed. "Yes, Mistress. They look very pretty."

Clara's eyes managed to catch yours while River was kissing her neck, the mere sight of you and Missy observing her while she was in such a compromising position being the thing that ended up pushing her over the edge. You could hear the faint mutters of praise River was giving as she removed her fingers from inside her, using her tongue to clean them off. You could only imagine how soaked Clara's underwear must be by this point.

"You'll never believe what my sweet little pet here agreed to," Missy began, her casual tone a stark contrast to the mischievous look in her eyes.

You gulped at her words, remembering the promise you made earlier about letting not only her, but also River and Clara play with you if she let you cum.

River seemed to catch on pretty quickly, a slight smirk toying with her lips as she looked over at you, but Clara was still too caught up in the aftermath of her own orgasm to pay attention.

"Why don't you tell them what you told me, dear?" Missy suggested as one of her hands moved from your thigh up to your waist, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I- I said that I'd let you three play with me some more if she allowed me to cum," you muttered softly, feeling your face heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

That certainly got the attention of both River and Clara, the former's smirk widening while the latter eyed you curiously, evidently wondering about the deal you'd made. You were sure the Time Lady whose lap you were sitting in looked as smug as ever, though you couldn't see her face to be sure.

"I have a pair of handcuffs that might assist in making it a bit more fun," River said while pulling said pair out of the inside of her coat. Where she got them, you had no clue, but the fact she had them in her inventory didn't surprise you in the slightest. "If you're alright with it, that is."

You were feeling a bit nervous, you had to admit, but between the both the alcohol and aphrodisiac from earlier still coursing through your veins, your adrenaline was pumping in a way you'd never felt it before. You had an thirst to quench, an itch to scratch, and you were positive this was the best way to get rid of it.

"I'm more than alright with it," you replied in a voice that sounded a lot more confident than you felt. That was all it took for yet another round of fun to begin.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. You remembered being handcuffed and blindfolded (both of which you enthusiastically consented to) after moving onto one of the massive beds, which were thankfully big enough to fit all four of you if need be.

There was always at least two pairs of hands on you, though it was usually all three at once. You could tell which ones belonged to which woman because of the way they moved across your body.

River was teasing yet sensual, her touch slower than the others. Missy was a bit erratic, always leaving you guessing where she'd be moving to next. And Clara was gentle, lightly using her fingertips to trace the contours of your body.

After everything was said and done, they undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold, a various string of praises being muttered from all three. One wiped you down while another held you close, the third grabbing clean clothes for you. It was a miracle after all that you hadn't passed out from an exhausted fit of pleasure yet, or that somebody hadn't made a noise complaint.

River and Missy "retired" to their own bed, though you knew they both stayed up for a while after that because of the muffled moans and squeaking from the mattress. Despite that, you couldn't say it bothered you much, as you were too caught up in what would soon become your own passion-filled embrace with Clara to notice.

"You were awfully bold tonight," she commented while laying next to you on the bed, a hint of admiration in her voice as she spoke. "I don't think I've ever seen you act so forward with your sexual advances before."

"Well, a couple of drinks and a chocolate full of aphrodisiac certainly didn't hurt," you said in a somewhat joking manner, one of your hands reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair back from her face.

Her big brown eyes watched you intently, the look in them an interesting combination of both affection and arousal. "You know, I never got my own private turn with you," she commented with a suggestive undertone.

"Oh, really? Maybe we should fix that, then." You moved your hand from her hair down to her waist, pulling her closer to you on the bed so that your bodies were pressed against one another, limbs locking together like the perfect two pieces of a puzzle.

She let out a soft gasp when you did that, her eyes fluttering shut the moment you dropped your face to the crook of her neck and started placing kisses there. "Oh, darling..." She murmured in ecstacy, her hands gripping onto your back as she held you close.

You could feel her nails digging in slightly, but you couldn't find it in you to care. One of your legs found its way between hers, slotting them together as you moved even closer to her.

Your bodies moved in tandem with each other, heavy pants and moans leaving from the both of you as your clothed pussies rubbed against each other just right. It wasn't very difficult getting you both to the point of release, but even after that you felt the need to continue.

At some point your movements went from being quick and desperate to slow and careful, turning into a much more romantic scenario in the blink of an eye. One of your hands held onto Clara's, your fingers laced tightly in a firm grip while you grinded against her.

"You're so good for me, Clara." The words fell from your lips easily, wanting to let her know just how good she made you feel and what a wonderful job she was doing. "Such a good girl, always a good girl for me."

She loudly whined at your words, her back arching up into you as her grip on your hand tightened. "Say- Say it again," she begged breathlessly, her eyes shut as she took in the moment. "Tell me again how good I am for you."

It was hard for you to not want to get a little rough at her obvious desperation, but you didn't want to put her through another energy draining round right before bed. You knew that right now she needed you to be gentle, so you managed to restrain yourself.

"You're so good, sweetheart. Always so well-behaved for me, even if you don't do the same for Missy," you added in a playful tease, referring back to the previous interaction she had that you weren't there to witness.

"Why must you always tease me so?" She question in an exaggerated huff, clearly not actually upset.

"Because I find it so cute getting to watch you pout, that's why." You leaned in and pressed a series of kisses to her face, most of which ended up on her mouth.

Even after you both came yet again, you still didn't move away from each other, far too comfortable to want to untangle your limbs. Besides, it's not like there was anything that needed to be cleaned up, meaning you were both able to drift off to sleep in one another's warm embrace.

You woke the next morning to find Clara sleeping peacefully in your arms, her face tucked into the crook of your neck as she was cuddled up closely beside you. The sight alone was enough to bring a smile to your face.

"Good morning, beautiful," you murmured affectionately when she began to stir, your hand moving to smooth back the hair from her face. Even with bedhead, she still managed to take your breath away.

"Good morning." Her voice was a bit raspy when she spoke, obviously from sleep. Blinking a few times, she let out a yawn. "Where are River and Missy?" She questioned while looking around some.

"I think they went to get us some breakfast. They should be back soon."

She hummed softly in acknowledgement at your words, snuggling closer to you as you spoke. "I really enjoyed last night," she admitted after a moment or so, sounding a little bit shy, something that you noticed even with her current grogginess.

"I did, too. We'll have to do this again sometime, though maybe we can go to where it's just the two of us." You loved River and Missy, but there was only so much of them you could take before you were completely worn out. As much fun as it might've been, last night was certainly a reminder of that.

She moved her head so that her chin was resting on your shoulder, staring up at you with her big brown eyes. "I think I'd like that," she replied quietly, a smile tugging at her lips. She leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, one that you immediately reciprocated.

You broke the kiss when you heard a distinct sound of mischief and chaos coming from the hallway outside the room, one that always let you know when either River or Missy were nearby. In this case, it happened to be both.

Clara let out a whine of protest when you sat up some as she was still clinging onto you, though her want to stay in bed was soon won over by her hunger when her stomach let out an audible growl.

You let out a soft laugh when it happened, something she responded with by giving you a lighthearted shove.

"Come on, honey. Let's go get breakfast."

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I love your penguin fics so much I would like to request a fic of btas penguin introducing his s/o to his dear friend Eddie, but gets jealous when they get along so well (the riddler can be rather charming after all)

a/n: this gives me flashbacks to when I did a scenario of eddie stealing reader away after oz turned them away, but thankfully that won't be the case here lol. This story sorta took on a life of it's own so the length maybe crazy and I tried ending this in like three different ways..so sorry if it’s kind of a mess lol BUT I hope y'all enjoy!

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Content Warning: envious emotions, brief mention of violence, nothing too crazy mosty fluff here folks!

BTAS Penguin x Reader - Green With Envy

You were riding in the backseat of a limousine with your date for the night.

You held his hand as you giddily waited to arrive at your destination. His hand always felt right in yours. 

Even with his webbed digits, you couldn't imagine any other hand extremities entwined with your own. 

“It's a pleasure to see you so eager, dove.” Oswald gave your hand a loving squeeze. 

“I'm always eager to spend time with you, Ozzie.” You squeezed back. “…I am also curious to meet these colleagues of yours, and I’m touched that you feel comfortable enough to introduce me to them.” 

Oswald had kept his more criminally inclined affairs far from you, so that you can never be accused or anything or caught up in any of it. 

However, he figured it was high time you meet a few of his fellow rogues, just for the sake of not having you worry as much or if you were somehow ever in a jam, he knew you would have someone perhaps like Harley to look out for you.

Oswald couldn't deny that soft enlightened look on your face when he offered the idea. 

This strong gesture of trust that the both of you felt without saying a word.  

Oz picked up your hand that was clasped in his and gave a peck to the back of it. 

The car slowly stopped in front of the Iceberg Lounge. 

“Ah, we’re finally here. Well, are you ready, darling?” He asked one more time before the driver opened his door. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” You smiled widely, tightening your grip on his hand as you let him lead you into the club. 

Oswald smiled warmly at you at your excitement. 

A smile that quickly faded as the hours passed. 

You had met a handful of the Rogues Gallery. You made quick friends with Harley and Pam. 

Harvey was cordial enough, despite some incredulous comments about your true relationship with Oswald here and there. 

You couldn’t help but feel relief when Joker got rather bored of you after you didn’t laugh at his distasteful violent jokes. 

Then there was Mr. Nygma…or Edward as he preferred you to call him. He seemed surprised by you at first, somewhat in awe. Once you introduced yourself, he loosened up. 

Most of them seemed decent enough. Mr. Tetch and Dr. Crane somewhat kept to themselves, but not impolite.

Killer Croc seemed harmless enough…at least in your presence. 

All the Rogues were interesting, but Edward’s bouts of knowledge that he shared with you were nothing short of fascinating. 

It didn’t take long for Oz to feel third wheeled to your conversation. 

He always did consider Ed to be a close acquaintance, perhaps even a friend who shared common cultured interest. 

Albeit at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shove his umbrella down the green suited man’s throat. 

Oswald could feel the dense bile of envy boiling in the pit of his stomach. To avoid saying or doing something rash, he decided to get both of your drinks refilled. 

You thanked Oswald as he waddled over to the bar. You turned back to Edward when you heard him softly chuckle. 

“It’s such a shame that Ozzie took so long to introduce us. I couldn’t imagine keeping you cooped away for so long.” 

“Well, there’s no time like the present as they say..besides Ozzie was just looking out for my safety.” You looked over your shoulder to Oswald, longingly and lovingly. 

Yet you couldn’t help but notice he had somewhat of a grimace on his face. 

“Ah, that is true. Better late than never... how long exactly have you been with the old bird anyway?” 

You began rattling about the story of how you and Oz met, with your mind so deep in thought you didn’t even notice Edward getting closer to you. 

Unfortunately, Oswald walked up to the sight. 

You recalled something that made you giggle.

A giggle so infectious Ed began to chuckle with you. 

His hands tightened around the newly refilled glasses. How he longed for his hands to be around Ed’s neck instead.

Friend or not, he was getting awfully close to his lover. 

Ed followed your gaze and his eyebrows rose up in concern. 

You looked up when you noticed Oz coming into your peripheral vision.

You also noticed the strong grimace on his face. The drinkware in his hands shook from the intensity of his grip. 

“Ozzie…is everything all right?” You slowly approached him and gently took one of the glasses out of his hand and replaced it with your own. 

Your lips upturned slightly as your lover's shoulders slowly drooped and he took a strained sigh. 

“Just…peachy..” He grumbled. 

“Why don't we have a moment to ourselves outside on the balcony?” You suggested. 

Oswald didn't answer but silently followed your lead. 

Once you two were fully alone with the confirmation of a closed screen door, you put your hand on his shoulder as you walked up behind him. 

“Want to tell me what happened there, Ozzie? D-Did I do something wrong?” 

Oswald quickly turned to face you, as upset as he was…he knew it wasn't your fault. 

“No, absolutely not darling! You've been doing so well taking in all my colleagues’ well…eccentricities…”

You nodded, slowly trying to come up with another reason. 

“And with Edward?” 

Oswald’s face tightened with a grimace. 

Bingo. 

You wrapped your hands around the contours of Oswald's round and loveable face and made him look you in the eyes. 

“Ozzie…”

“Y-Yes…my dove?” His eyebrows perked up at the contact. 

“You know I love you right?” 

“Y-Yes I do…”

“And of all the…exquisite people I've met tonight…they all pale in comparison to you.”

A bashful smile spread across Oswald's face as a soft hue of red hinted at his cheeks. 

“You'll always have me, no matter what…no one is going to steal me away that easily.” You giggled as you leaned the tip of your nose to the tip of his own nose. 

Oswald seemed to finally take a sigh of relief. “I…I know, dove…I-It was rather foolish of me to…get as upset as I got…”

You shook your head. “It’s how you felt, I'm just glad I noticed before you got back to the table…you looked like you wanted to bite Ed's head  off.”

Oz grumbled. “Well…maybe…”

You playfully smacked him on his shoulder. “Ozzie!”

He flailed his arms up in defeat. “I jest, my love! I jest!” 

“Do you feel better now?” 

There was a brief pause of reflection before Oswald nodded with a content smile on his face. 

“Indeed…thank you, dove.” 

You grabbed the glasses you set off to the side on a glass outside table and handed one of them back to Oz. 

You lifted your glass in front of him. “A toast to us?” 

Oz chuckled warmly as he clinked his glass against yours before taking a hearty swig. 

“To us, my darling dove.”

[acapelladitty]

coup de foudre

Pairing: Riddler/Reader (& Scarecrow)

Summary: Drinking in the Iceberg Lounge, Edward and Jonathan set their sights on an unsuspecting woman and decide to engage in a 'friendly' competition to win her affections. (2.8k words)

“You’re annoying me.”

Blinking his surprise at the unexpected comment, Edward tilted his head back to the booth as he fixed Jonathan with a questioning stare.

“You say that so often that those words have lost meaning, Crane.”

Visibly irritated, Jonathan Crane knit his brow as he followed Edward’s earlier gaze, his sharp eyes sweeping across the Iceberg Lounge.

“I have asked you the same question twice now and twice you have ignored me. So now I want to see what has captured your interest so much that you would risk missing information.”

Jonathan’s eyes settled on the few patrons who sought refuge at the high stools of the bar.

A young couple, their hands disgustingly wrapped up in each other as they giggled at something asinine.

An older goon, his unflinching dedication to his ongoing alcoholism making him a familiar sight at the bar as he worked part-time security for Oswald in exchange for a discount on certain liquors.

A brunette woman, her shapely legs tilted to the side as she carefully adjusted the dark skirt which lay tight against her thighs-

“Ah.” Jonathan tutted. “Nygma, you pathetic beast.”

“What nonsense has captured your meagre brain now?”

“Is your attention so fleeting that you would ignore a known killer in favour of making eyes at some pretty little thing sitting at a bar herself?”

It was Edward’s turn to scowl, and he did so with open contempt, his coiffed hair jiggling in place as he turned sharply to look at the woman again.

“Some of us enjoy the company of others, Crane. We aren’t so closed off the concept of human pleasure and connection.”

“So you want to fuck her?” Pairing his vulgarity with a swig of his whisky, Jonathan took sadistic pleasure in the slight hint of surprise which crept into Edward’s features. “She’s pretty. Are you so pathetic that you’re afraid of rejection?”

“Rejection? No. But experience has taught me to take care when sniffing around the types of women who frequent this lounge. There have been,” Edward paused, “situations.”

His interest piqued; Jonathan tapped the table in impatience as he awaited a further explanation.

“Some expected payment after the act. One had a husband return home early and spoil the arrangement. One even pulled a gun on me and stole my wallet.”

Jonathan barely hid his derisive snort. “How is Selina getting on this holiday period?”

“Hilarious.” Edward tasted his gin with downturned lips. “We both know she doesn’t need a gun to take a wallet from a man.”

“Brown hair. Blue eyes. Attractive. Very unlike yourself.” Listing off the unknown woman’s qualities, Jonathan could see the appeal. Her short dark skirt was paired with a deep blue shirt – the material very satin-like as the breeze of passing patrons made it shift across her back. Sensing an opportunity for cruelty, Jonathan adjusted the wire-rimmed glasses which sat atop his nose and smoothed the wilder edges of his hair before quickly standing to his feet. “If you are too much of a coward to move then perhaps I should show the lady a good time.”

Striding towards the bar with purpose, Jonathan blatantly ignored the irritated call of his name from the now-incensed Edward as he slammed an open palm on the booth table.

x-x-x-x-x

With the music fading as the hired band set up for a new song, the cocktail within your hand felt comfortably chilled as you bring it to your lips and take a long sip. The Iceberg Lounge. Not a usual haunt which you found yourself in but the weeknight specials had proven too tempting to ignore – reputation of the establishment be damned.

Your shirt felt nice against your skin, providing a good barrier to the chill of the lounge and its ice theme. Three cocktails in with very little plan on stopping, the idea of enjoying the atmosphere and maybe scoring a quick takeaway on the path home was appealing enough to make a soft sigh slip free of your lips.

A presence to your side makes you turn in place, and you find the barstool next to your own filled by an incredibly tall man, his profile showcasing his sharp chin and large nose as he caught the eye of the barman.

“Whisky. Top shelf. Three fingers.” A set of instructions which were quickly followed as he soon found himself with a tumbler glass full of amber liquid being pressed into his thin hands.

Wearing a brown suit, the colour feeling a little dated as it were paired with a lighter brown shirt, the man seemed quite comfortable as he took the drink and quickly inhaled a sip, clearly allowing the liquor to sit in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.

“Good evening.”

Startled, your eyes widen as you realise that the man is speaking to you directly – his head having turned to showcase wire-rimmed glasses that did nothing to hide a crystal blue gaze which sparks a shiver low in your spine.

“Hi.”

“It’s nice in here, isn’t it.”

Blushing at the attention, you find yourself pressing your legs together as you turn your body to meet your new friend.

“Seems nice enough, Mr?”

“Call me Jonathan.” His expression is warm, inviting in a very particular way even as you get the feeling that this is a man who is used to getting what he wanted from those around him.

“Hi, Jonathan.” You incline your glass to him as you adjust the simple silver bracelet which hangs around your wrist. “What brings you here on a weeknight?”

“I’m a professor by trade and the last batch of essays that I received have pushed me to drink.” Jonathan answers in a deadpan tone.

Laughing at the answer, your eyes dip low before travelling up his frame as they admire just how tall he is.

“A professor! Wow! Of?”

“Psychology.”

“Oh, interesting!” Perking up at that information, you allow the alcohol in your system to do the speaking. “Can you tell me something about myself that you already know?”

His gaze once again rolls across your face and you giggle despite yourself.

“I can tell you’re a woman who isn’t afraid to drink by herself in a bar full of monsters and criminals.”

“Jon!” A second voice joined your conversation as another man approached from behind Jonathan’s back, his hand clapping on his thin shoulder for a moment as a wide grin split his lips. “I was hoping to catch you here! I got a message from your wife last night asking for me to remind you that her alimony is due and that the kids aren’t happy that you stiffed them this weekend for your court-ordered visits. Again.”

Dropping into the available stool to your right, the red-haired man continued to speak but this time in a much more hushed tone as he leaned across your space while keeping a sensible difference.

“She’s a hellcat that one! Pamela doesn’t mince her words! I won’t repeat what she said in the presence of such a lovely lady,” he paused to flash you a small smile, “but I think you’d better toddle off and give her a ring before she comes down here herself to drag your wallet from your spindly fingers.”

Turning back to Jonathan as an unease settles in your gut, your eyes widen in surprise once again as his previously warm expression is gone – utterly eviscerated by the hard lines and scowl which now decorate his features.

“Edward-”

“Come on, pal.” Edward, the new man, continued. “I would head off and sort out your mess before something awful happens.”

To your surprise, Jonathan stands and does exactly that, not bothering to spare you another glance as he stalks away from the bar and settles in a booth far off to the side where he almost disappears into the shadows.

“Nice guy,” Edward mutters, “but far too loose with his morals. A bit too fond of the drink and the ladies. A real shame.”

Feeling a little humiliated that you had been so easily taken in by such a womaniser, your elbows settle on the bar as you take another long drink from your glass, the gin cocktail warming your stomach from the inside out as you feel increasingly more tipsy.

“Any good?” Edward asks, pointing to your glass.

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. It’s fine enough. A bit expensive mind.”

“I’m not surprised. I know the man who owns the place and he’s not one for allowing even a dime to slip through his fingers.”

“You know the Penguin?”

“I work as a consultant for certain engineering projects and Mr Cobblepot has used me in that role a few times.”

“What’s he like?” Curiosity itching at your tipsy mind, you turn to face Edward as you ask the question.

“Oh, he’s a very complicated man. It would be hard to describe him in a sentence.”

“Then use more than one.”

It’s a cheeky response and it gets a smile from him, his pearly white teeth appearing almost blindingly white in the dimness of the bar.

“Then let me buy you a drink and I will try, what’s your poison?”

“French 75.” Swirling the dregs of your cocktail around the glass, the cloudy liquid swirls away prettily.

“Barkeep, a lovely French 75 for the even lovelier lady.”

x-x-x-x-x

Giggling as your messy fingers struggled to flick on the light to the supply closet, the click of the switch matched the slam of the closing of the door as Edward kicked it shut behind him. Having stumbled down the corridor as Edward guided you loosely with his hands on your shoulders, you had managed to make it past the staff without being seen as you sought out a more private space.

“I don’t normally do this.” You pant, back pressing against the shelves of extra napkins and tablecloths. “I hope you don’t think the worst of me.”

His red hair almost glowing under the lightbulb which shoddily lit the small space, Edward quirked a brow at your insistence but said nothing as he took a step towards you. The deep green suit which wrapped around his frame seemed much darker in the dimness and butterflies fluttered around your stomach as he dipped his head to catch your lips in his own.

It was a filthy kiss; his tongue immediately demanding entrance into your mouth as his firm hands dug themselves into your hips, holding you in place as he pressed his body against your own. Allowing him to lead, you bring your hands to his chest, playfully undoing his dark tie and dropping it to the floor before ruching your skirt up slightly to allow his knee to plant itself between your legs.

“Did you think you would end up here?” Edward spoke finally, his showman voice having deepened to something approaching a growl. “Being fucked in a supply closet by a man your barely know?”

“Think?” You gasp out as his hands slip down from your hips to hike your skirt up fully, exposing your black cotton panties to his wandering fingers. “No. But i’m an optimist.”

“You have a smart mouth.” Edward muses, emerald eyes flashing as he swipes his thumb along your lower lip. “Maybe it would be better suited elsewhere.”

Following his lead as his fingers deftly unzip his slacks, he quickly frees his half-hard cock as you drop to your knees – carefully avoiding a nearby mop – and quickly take his cock in hand. You can see the faintest hint of his pubes peeking free of the zipper and an absurd bubble of laughter touches at your throat as you take in their reddish appearance.

A true redhead then.

His cock feels velvety and hot in your hand as you pump along the length for a moment. He was a decent length, nothing unmanageable, and a rumble of pleasure rolls through him as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth – teasing the end with your tongue. Moaning at the slight taste of pre-cum, you suck gently at his cockhead and admire the way in which he jerks his hips forward in an attempt to sink more of his length past your lips.

“Christ.” He grunts and you glance up to see his gaze fixed on your expression. You can see yourself in his eyes, on your knees before him as you willingly suck him off and a flash of arousal curls low in your gut and the dampness of your panties makes your thighs press together.

You work his cock over for a minute, alternating between using your hands and your mouth until he is rock hard and visibly leaking pre-cum.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” You ask, batting your eyelashes up at him as you watch a small bead of sweat trail across his forehead.

“I think you deserve a reward.” He concedes and a short squeal slips free of you as his strong hands grip at your shoulders and pull you up to face him once again. His gaze is clouded by lust and you both grunt as he whirls you in place and rubs himself against your back. “Such pretty girls are never usually this good. Will you be a good girl for me?”

Nodding as a blush crawls across your cheeks and down your neck, the slight praise makes your breath quicken and you spread your knees to allow him to slip your panties free of your ass.

His fingers immediately go to work and you muffle a cry in your forearm as a firm finger trails along your slit, gathering the dampness there before spreading it playfully across your upper thigh. Pleased with how wet you were, his cockhead is quick to follow the finger as it bumps messily against your slit – swiping across your cunt and causing a bolt of pleasure to roll through your groin as it brushes your clit.

“Fuck me, Edward.” You groan out, pressing back against him as you tighten your grip of the shelf. “Please?”

“Such a good girl.” Edward purrs, wrapping his free hand around your body as his fingers come to rest atop your clothed chest – his fingers squeezing at your tit gently as he rolled his hips against your ass. With a quick thrust, he buried himself with you and the sudden discomforting stretch paired with the pleasure of finally having your neglected cunt filled makes your breath catch in your throat.

He immediately sets a quick pace, thrusting himself in such a way that his cock brushed that delightful spot within your walls that sent sparks flying up your spine with every stroke. Pressed against your back, he never pulled himself free, instead preferring to keep at least his tip buried in your cunt as he rutted against you like an animal. It was intense and it was hot, and the little grunting breaths which met every roll of his hips filled the air just as quickly as the scent of sex and sweat.

“I haven’t been fucked like this in a long time.” You gasp out between thrusts, your scrambling fingers laying atop his as he continued to squeeze at your chest through your silk shirt. “I’m glad you frightened off that other guy if this is the reward I get for making a good choice.”

x-x-x-x-x

Sitting at his original booth with a blank expression, Jonathan had watched with vague amusement as Edward wheedled his way into the attractive brunette’s graces. It was impressive how easily Edward could compartmentalise his own narcissism to feign interest in another to fulfil his more primal needs.

Charm was a skill which could be as learned as trigonometry and his own experiences had taught him that it was much easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar.

Catching the attention of a passing waitress, Jonathan narrowed his features in clear disgust as he set about getting his revenge.

“Radio and tell Cobblepot that Jonathan Crane has just watched two of his patrons disappear into the ground level supply closet and that they did not seem intent on paying their tabs once finished. Tell him he owes me for this tip.”

Recognising the name with a fearful shudder, the waitress nodded as her hands flew to the small black radio which every waitress had fitted to their uniforms as she flitted off to relay the message.

Smirking to himself as he took a sip of his whisky sour, Jonathan angled his body within the booth to offer himself the best view of the corridor leading to the supply closet as he awaited the eventual fireworks which he had just lit the fuse of in an unbridled show of pettiness.

[bluetortoist]

Has Mavis ever been sent to Arkham?

((Very rarely she does, but she has been caught before. Especially by Batman.

I asked this question to myself a while back, wondering what would happen to her if she ever got caught. A lot of the time, Mavis would flee while Penguin took the heat because he drilled it into her head that if they were caught in a corner to leave him and go back home. This was really so that he could have an extra option outside to break/bail him out, but it's ALSO because he's worried what authorities would do with her or TO her. Oswald knows all too well how Blackgate and Arkham treats their inmates and patients. Who knows what theyd do to something not human.))

((She would probably be held by the same standards as Killer Croc does. So maybe chained to her feet inside a max-security bird cage of some sort, so it would be near impossible for her to reach the bars. She would be bound and wheeled in with hands and feet bound together with a muzzle so she wont take a bite out of someone and so she wont control someone with her voice. Honestly, depending on who is holding her, she would be treated no different like Killer Croc is half the time. Like an animal...))

((However, that doesn't mean it's impossible for her to escape either. Like a predatory bird, she watches closely for her opening; Mostly when she's being transported. And of course, Penguin would also be there with a plan up his sleeve to get her out as well. She's too precious priceless of a creature to lose.))

Thanks for the ask! I'm sorry it's not as engaging with characters like past posts, but I'm a bit burnt out atm, but I hope you still enjoy!

[bearpillowmonster]

Epic Mickey: Rebrushed

I'm an Epic Mickey stan, I would've bought this whether I played it or not, just to support it because I've always wanted more. (mainly, for Oswald!) But so much was planned for this franchise, including a movie and an Epic Donald spinoff.

CHANGES

Looking at this is night and day especially for a dark setting. The graphics weren't bad on the Wii, they were just, well, on the Wii. (which ran at max 720p) And while that's still feasible, it's so nice to see everything smoothed out and relit. They didn't have to go as far as messing with the actual fidelity of it or the custscenes but they make it known what a movie it would've been and we lost boys.

The addition of sprinting, dashing and butt stomping is really what this game needed because the first Epic Mickey was a Wii exclusive and I loved playing it when I first got into it but I found it had faded since then. I came back maybe a year or two ago to try and play it again and I just couldn't bring myself to. I like platforming and the platforming in this game sucked, it wouldn't control right, I felt like I was jumping in a straight line, like barely any momentum. It wasn't quite there for something you do a lot of. And if you fall in the thinner, there's very seldom a platform to catch you so dying sets you back and then you had to walk back so sprinting is just a complete clutch.

You also had aiming to deal with as far as the Wii remote- This review is for the Switch version, yeah, I knew that it would run a little worse than the other consoles but now I have the experience to talk about specifics and I wanted to play it on the go. The darkness I mentioned can be adjusted, not just in brightness but in color and style for color deficiency. You cannot shake the joycon to spin.

There is a choice to use motion controls when you're spraying but that's the only time it comes up, you already have to have the button pressed down and even then you can just use the analog stick, it's really good either way, no complaints. You can also set it if you're standing still and press the down arrow. The framerate…could dip and there was a time or two where it'd get stuck, the load times can be long (but you don't see a loading screen often) it's just weird to me that the game is a remaster of a game from 2010 and actually has the biggest file size on my Switch and even with all that size, has longer loading screens than comparable titles like Super Mario Odyssey.

And this is especially important for this game because you sometimes have to traverse back and forth between Ostown and Mean Street and whatever to get the side quests done (and sometimes main) and every time you have to speedrun the same pathway level (projector) to get there and each time you jump in or out is a loading screen. Seeing as this is labelled as a remake and not just a remaster, they very well could've made a fast travel. There were some instances like that where the sequel had the feature that I wanted and was hoping that it'd be updated in here like so many remaksters are doing now, Last of Us and Horizon for example.

The one thing that did carry over is that you've probably seen the different skins that you get with either preorder or purchase, there are a few unlockable ones as well. They fit well with the 2.5D levels (Brave Little Tailor for 30s cartoons, Steamboat for 20s). There is a photo mode, it's not as customized in the 2D levels but I definitely had fun with it if you can't tell.

It's the same game but it's not one-to-one, for example, the locations of the power boxes are different in Os-Town, scenes like this look different.

Which is a downgrade in my eyes but some of them are very neutral, like the health bar

…that's a choice, I guess, there was no real need to change it. It definitely makes things more textured and seem a little less rough, look at this platform where you find Pete Pan.

Sometimes more detailed and lush, but sometimes it takes from the scene. Little stuff like goo dripping from the ceiling removed, sometimes it's the overall colors and vibes of a level to either lighten or darken. I can't say whether I like one or the other totally more.

THE GAME

Let's talk about the meat because it's 60$ so I'm going to treat it like it as if it was a brand new game, plus I never reviewed the original and I don't talk about it enough so here we go. I'll cover thinner mode in some other post, this is more or less hero mode.

It's a reasonable amount of hours and honestly time as been gracious to it, whether it be the growing cult status or the fact that it's on other consoles other than the Wii because while the combat still leaves a little to be desired, the gameplay overall is a lot more refined in my eyes.

There are times where your paint can't reach an item, it's not a bad limitation but still in sight, it tells you what's reachable by turning green. But this is especially precise and annoying for the ending with the bloticles. I don't get what it is with games and popping bubbles.

Oswald is in this a lot less than I remember, I always thought of him as making mischief for a level but he kind of shows up just to show you your end goal. Towards the second half he appears a lot more though. It's kind of cool how it's all a Alice Through The Looking Glass type thing and Oswald is the White Rabbit. And all things forgotten, Atlantis, Tron…no Black Cauldron (which fits perfectly) and no Treasure Planet though everything that is popular is all mechanical, an artificial imitation and the way Smee is colored makes it look like the concept art, all inverted from the way we know and it's just-

I really like the idea of having different endings correlating to how you played. When I first played this, I tried to hundred percent it first round and paint absolutely every nook and collect every item and to be honest, I found myself doing a lot of the same stuff I did when I started, it's funny, I have the same thought processes but I've come to the conclusion that if I waste my time on just one collectible, it won't be as fun and I won't want to play it anymore and it's been this long so let me finish it. But there are obvious rewards for either path, one of the first I could tell was having a gremlin in a catapult and a chest on the switch. Remove the chest and it launches the gremlin, remove the gremlin and it locks the chest. There are times you can just thinner brush most things and it'll show a negative outlook on the world itself. You can either clean up your mess with paint or take out the trash and destroy it like it never happened.

There are a lot of things to collect and I had fun just looking in every corner though I found that they seem kind of half-and-half, some going by the wayside like the pins and some being cool like the concept art.

[companion-showdown]

Showdown 2k24 Nominations!

alright, redoing this post now that I can give a concrete start date of Monday the 15th of January!

Nominations for the tournament are open up until the start date, and you can submit anyone who could reasonable be considered a companion, either by sending me an ask or by filling out

this form.

If you make your nomination via the form you can also submit some propaganda to go alongside the poll. Anyone who was considered a regular at any point in the last year will automatically be included, as well as anyone who was in the original tournament (+/- a couple I might miss or misremember as being a regular because I don't have old lists anywhere). The exception to this is last years winner, Rose Tyler, she will not be getting a place in the main tournament, however after the final I will run a poll to see if our new winner can beat her. (oh and also maybe I'll leave the TARDIS out but not fully decided yet)

The tournament is going to be run in the same way I did @adventure-showdown, meaning I'll keep companions from different periods of the show and different mediums segregated at first so the nicher ones don't immediately get knocked out, and slowly get mingled together. The exact details are going to depend on just how may characters get included.

Errm yeah, so go wild, nominate whoever you like (as long as they are a companion). If they are from teh TV show they have to be on this list to qualify, and for EU companions I'm going with them needing a TARDIS wiki page, and also I will give them a quick proof read to make sure they pass, the bar is low but it is there

if you want to submit an alternate version of the character sorry but main version only unless you can give a really good reason, eg regenerations of a time lord

also, if they are primarily from another franchise that'll be a no

The full list of contestents is under the cut and will be updated as nominations come in. Its sorted by medium and then to be alphabetical by first name. if an eu companion exists in multiple mediums i just sort of picked one or I put them under the other category, people who exist in real life are also sorted into their own category. There are some characters under Classic Who/NuWho who were not companions on TV but were in the EU. Companions who's names are in green have had propaganda submitted for them, if they're not in green then they don't, and just because someone has propaganda doesn't mean i wont accept more

Classic Who

Ace McShane

Adric

Barbara Wright

Ben Jackson

The Brigadier

Chang Lee

Dodo Chaplet

Grace Holloway

Harry Sullivan

Ian Chesterton

Jamie McCrimmon

Jo Grant

K9

Kamelion

Katarina

Leela

Liz Shaw

Mags

Mel Bush

Mike Yates

Nyssa

Peri Brown

Polly Wright

Romana I

Romana II

Sabalom Glitz

Sara Kingdom

Sarah-Jane Smith

Sergeant Benton

Steven Taylor

Susan Foreman

Tegan Jovanka

Turlough

Vicki Pallister

Victoria Waterfield

Zoe Heriot

NuWho

Adam Mitchell

Amy Pond

Bill Potts

Canton Everett Delaware III

Clara Oswald

Dan Lewis

Donna Noble

Graham O'Brien

Grant Gordon aka the Ghost

Handles

Inston-Vee Vindor

Jack Harkness

Karvanista

Kate Stewart

Martha Jones

Mickey Smith

Missy

Nardole

River Song

Rory Williams

Rose Noble

Ruby Sunday

Ryan Sinclair

Wilfred Mott

Yasmin Khan

Audio

Alex Campbell

Anya Kingdom

Bliss

C'rizz

Cass Fermazzi

Charley Pollard

Cousin Eliza: Christine Summerfield: Horus

Dalek Test Subject 2

Erimem

Evelyn Smythe

Helen Sinclair

Hex Schofield

Iris Wildthyme

Liv Chenka

Lucie Miller

Mark Seven

Molly O'Sullivan

Narvin

Oliver Harper

Sheena (The Starship of Theseus)

Tania Bell

Novels

Anji Kapoor

Anna (Good Companions)

Badger

Barusa

Bernice Summerfield

Business woman (Time on a Vine)

Catherine “Cat” Broome

Chris Cwej - have propaganda but in conjunction with another contestant

Cinder

Claudia Marwood

Compassion

Dorothy (The Wonderful Doctor of Oz)

Fitz Kreiner

Guinevere Winchester

Hector (All Flesh is Grass)

Homunculette

Ikalla

Irving Braxiatel

Jack McSpringheel

Larna

Marie (Alien Bodies)

Milena

Patience

Penelope Gate

Peter Summerfield

Rosie Taylor

Roz Forrester - have propaganda but in conjunction with another contestant

Ruth Leonidas

Sam Jones

Serena

Sibling Different aka Mae

The Mortimer Family (Ida, Alan, Helen, George)

Trix MacMillan

V.M.McCrimmion

Wolsey the Cat

Zeleekhà

Comics

Abslom Daak, Dalek Killer

Angus ‘Gus’ Goodman

ARC

Chantir

Child Master (The Then and the Now)

Cindy Wu

Dave Lester

Destrii

Duh

Flanx

Fey Truscott-Sade

Frobisher

Gabby Gonzalez

Gillian & John Who

Grayla

Hattie Munroe

Izzy Sinclair

Jayne Kadett

John Jones

Josie Day

Kroton

Ly Chee the Wise

Majenta Pryce

Maxwell Edison

Olla

Rose-the-cat

Shayde

Ssard

The Squire

Weeping Angel (Origins)

Real Life

Alan Turing

Claudia Winkleman

John Lennon

Jules Verne

Mary Shelley

Peter Cushing

Other

Alison Cheney

Andy Davidson

Antimony (Death Comes to Time)

Brian the Ood

Dormouse (The Red and the Blue)

Emma (curse of fatal death)

Koschie

Romana (Battle for the Universe)

Splinx

Susan Who

Tom Campbell

[cyberneticatoms]

no way is that ODA LUPIN..they’re a 36 year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being OVERLITERAL & FORCEFUL but there are some people who have seen them being PATIENT & EXPERIENCED. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of ink slowly drying on paper, clinging to perfume scented letters, and learning to believe in 2nd chances, but that could just be because they’re considered the HEROIC NEUTRAL around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

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NAME:  Odhrán David Lupin NICKNAMES: Oda, Ody (Phoebe) DATE OF BIRTH: July 30th  (36) HEIGHT: 6'0 AFFILIATION: Neutral OCCUPATION: English Teacher at West Willow Creek Elementary School FACECLAIM: Nico Tortorella

TW: death, murder

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❖ Odhrán, or usually just Oda after the 20th time of trying to explain how to pronounce their name is a former member of the Skyport Mafia. ❖ Their parents were killed when they were a kid after failing to pay off a debt to the mafia. The hitman took them in, why they still aren't sure, maybe she thought it was funny to raise a child who swore they'd kill her one day. ❖ Ended up with a conflicted relationship towards their mentor/guardian. Even more frustrating when she had the audacity to die in front of them during a routine hit. ❖ Became just a regular hitman for the mafia, cold and uncaring about anything around them now that they felt they had no purpose or connection to the world. Met Phoebe Wallis when they were 18 at a bar. ❖ For the first time in their life they wanted more than what the mafia could give them. Switched from being a hitman/enforcer to bottom of the barrel jobs no one else wanted to do. ❖ Eventually squared away their debts and was planning on leaving, when the mafia needed a fall guy after losing a case in court. Deciding to pin everything on Oda, they were sent to prison when they were 22. ❖ They served 4 years in prison and fully expected Phoebe to leave them behind. Instead she proposed marriage and the two were married while they were still in jail. ❖ Anonymous benefactor managed to get them out, now have an agreement with the mafia that as long as they keep their mouth shut and don't move out of the city they'll be left alone. ❖ While in prison worked to get their GED and teaching degree, thanks to Phoebe, was able to secure a teaching position at the elementary school near their house. ❖ They'd been planning on fostering when Oda found Phoenix and Andros, taking both boys in. As much as it hurt when Phoenix ran way they didn't try to force him home. ❖ Cashed in every favor they had when the Mafia went after Phoenix, managing to square things away while also paying for his cybernetics ❖ Is just trying to keep their family safe and make sure their boys stay out of trouble. Recently they've taken in another boy, this time a toddler named Oswald, or Ozzy for short.

↳ 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲

• Their favorite food is curry, to the point where the family has put a limit of one a day for them.

[alterworldstudios]

Mouseverse chapter 3:headaches

"Shoot. King. We screwed up." "Yeah ya think?" "What do we do!? Is he alive!?" "No, he looks pretty dead!" "...I don't wanna poke him- AH! he's waking up, c'mon!!" "Shoot! Aeroga!!"

That's all Oswald heard as he slowly woke back up, groaning a bit as he got up. He appeared to be.. Back at his apartment? How was he back here? And did someone leave a window open? It sure was windy in here.. "What the...?" He looks around his small apartment, then sighs.

"I must be going crazy... Probably just a nightmare..." He muttered, as he flops back onto the couch.

He looked up at the ceiling with a tired look, it slowly shifting down to the floor, as tears welled up in his eyes. Seeing Mickey again, even if it was supposedly a dream?...If his guilt has gotten this bad to where he's seeing that dead mouse everywhere, well.. Maybe he really had finally lost it. He shifted his position on the couch, hugging his long ears tightly as if to seek comfort in them.

It was all he could really do at the moment, he didn't want to go back down to Pete's bar and drink till he couldn't stand up or think anymore. Besides, he was on a budget, and next Wednesday was a long ways off..

"what am I gonna do..." He whimpered, as he cried softly into his ears.

That's all Oswald could really do in this moment, crying usually helped him in these cases, but he felt awful for even doing so in the first place. He didn't deserve to cry, in his eyes at least. Not when he was the cause for this entire mess!

His head began to buzz, A headache caused from stress slowly welling up. He couldn't hear anyone, just his cries, and the static filled buzz of his thoughts racing. He couldn't stop crying, even if he tried to. It only made it worse. 'I really am just pathetic' he thought to himself. 'just a pathetic unlucky rabbit that shouldn't even be alive right now. Why did it have to be him? He deserves to be alive more than I do!!! HE SHOULD BE ALIVE!!! NOT ME!!!!' His thoughts were screaming, racing, he didn't even notice, nor care, when his vision was starting to turn green.

Across from his apartment, two mice were keeping watch of him, one with a cloak of sorts on, and another seemingly dripping with ink and paint. "Poor fella..." The inky one muttered, A look of worry in his eyes. "..yea, he does seem down on his luck, that's probably the most depressed Oswald I've ever seen..." "Should.. Should we take him back to the tower?" The cloak ones gaze met the inky ones worried eyes. "Not now. Not until we figure out what's going on, he clearly has the- huh?" "What? What is it?" "His ears..."

The two looked back down at Oswald's apartment, A clear view of Oswald through the window. The two suddenly readied their weapons, while Oswald slowly noticed that his ears.. Were dripping.

"h-huh?" He stopped hugging them, snapping out of his distressed fog, looking at them with a confused and alarmed look. The left ear was slowly melting away, while the others fur seemed to become rough and sharp. "What is-" he suddenly yelped in pain, as his eyes flashed green. 'C'mon..' A voice suddenly rang out. "H- huh!!? Who goes there!?" The voice laughed almost mockingly. 'That is none of your concern. You won't be alive for much longer anyway!' "W-what are you talking about!? What do you mean!?- ACK-" 

he fell to his knees, coughing up thinner. That's strange, where'd this thinner come from!?.. It stang as it forced its way out, he could feel it tearing him apart from the inside, and all he can hear is this strange, mocking voice laugh at his pain.

The world was slowly fading to black, he tried to reach for his phone, to call for help, but the thinner had already melted most of his hand.

He took a few shuffles forward, then fell into a limp pile on the ground, thinner spewing out from his barely open mouth. The mice from across the street looked on in alarm and worry. What do they do?..

All seemed quiet, it appeared as though Oswald had died, as there was no heartbeat in his chest.

The world was dark for Oswald, and silence rang throughout.

But.. That silence was quickly cut by a sharp, gagging laugh, as Oswald..or, whoever was in control of him, slowly got up, spitting out the rest of the thinner nonchalantly. "Took him long enough to crack. I was getting BORED in there!!!"

He looks around the tiny apartment, his eyes glowing a shiny green. "such a horrible environment. Broken windows, ragged blankets, Oh won't it be grand? To suck every last drop of paint in this putrid place? And all while under the guise of this STUPID rabbit too. Oh I can't wait to see the look on everyone's face while I render them INERT!!!....?" his gaze landed on the fridge, and he suddenly feels his stomach growl. "...after I nourish this form. Seems the thinner failed to destroy the stomach. Isn't that just lovely.. I guesssss I can hold off the genocide for now..." He grumbles as he opens the fridge. "...this guy barely has anything. What. Is he a loser? I knew I should've taken that mouses body while I had the chance.. Huh?"

His gaze landed on a slice of homemade pizza. It was cold due to being in the fridge for awhile, but it was better than nothing. Most of the food seemed expired anyway. The rabbit went to grab it, but realized its hand was a nub due to the thinner melting most of it away. Annoyed, he concentrated some thinner and paint to reform his hand, the hand becoming clawed and seemingly dangerous. Smirking, he strikes the pizza, and picks it up with a single claw. "Lets see just how 'good' this supposed normal food really is..."

The two mice from before looked on in shock. "King? Should we?-" "we probably should- wait. Hold on." The inky mouse gave a confused look. "W- why hold on? Isn't he-" "shhh. Look."

He sighed, then looked down to where the cloaked one was pointing, his concerned look shifting to that of total confusion. "What the..."

The rabbit had stopped mid bite, its eyes welling up in tears, the dripping seemingly slowing down.

"T... This.. Food... I hadn't tasted anything this grand in.. ever!...maybe that dumb rabbits good for something after all..." The rabbit thought out loud to himself.

"...no, cmon, stick with the program.. But.. This food.. Is all food like this?..." His gaze shifted slightly to Oswald's wall. The wall was the only decorated part of the apartment, and seemed to be covered with photographs. The rabbits head tilts in confusion, as he gets a closer look at them. "... This rabbit has friends, it seems.. And here I thought he was completely alone... Must be nice.. Having friends..."

The rabbit thought for A moment, and looks back at the pizza slice in its hand.

"...maybe... Maybe ill let this world live for awhile longer. See what there is to see before I.. TRASH it.." There was a slight hesitation in his voice, almost as though he couldn't bring himself to say it.. though he quickly swallowed his pride, and said "yes. I'll let this world live, for now. Better yet, I'll let that dumb rabbit live. Surely the thinner hasn't eaten away at his heart too much..I'll just observe him, yea, that's it... And step out when I want my fun..."

He ate the last of the pizza in one bite, sighs.. And then seems to focus.

The dripping seemed to slow, until eventually.. The rabbit collapsed into a limp pile, the dripping having stopped completely.

The mice could only look on in shock. They were both speechless. It took a moment for the inky one to speak up. "Did... Did that blot just say it was going to let this world live?" "Iiiii.... Think so..." "...sorcerer isn't gonna believe this.. What do we do? Maybe we should-" "no. We aren't taking him back to the tower. You know how sorcerer would react, the second he finds out this rabbit has the blot." 

The cloaked mouse looked back at the sleeping rabbit.

"lets just observe for now. If that blot changes its mind, then we step in..." "...deal.. Though I really hope that Oswald will be ok..." "..me too, epic.. Me too"

The two mice seemed to disappear without a trace, no sign of them once being there anywhere, leaving only the collapsed heap that was Oswald, asleep on the floor.

Though, after awhile.. the inky one returned, and, making sure to not wake him up, carried him over with some kind of butterfly sketch, and wrapped him up nicely in a warm blanket he had conjured up with paint.

"Goodnight, Ozzie..."

[steelbluehome]

Paste Magazine

A Different Man‘s Exhilarating, Insightful Genre Blend Is More than Skin Deep

By Katarina Docalovich

April 2, 2024

You can change your hair, you can change your clothes, you can surgically change your face to that of Hollywood hunk Sebastian Stan, and you’ll still be the same awkward, unlikeable weirdo on the inside. Or at least, that’s what writer/director Aaron Schimberg asserts in A Different Man, an exhilarating blend of body horror, dark comedy, sci-fi and romance. Even with all the power of the 21st century’s most scientifically advanced beautifying technology, the human race has still not figured out a medical surgery to make us better people, perhaps because this wouldn’t be a particularly profitable industry (but that’s a discussion for another time).

It’s not that Edward (Sebastian Stan), an unsuccessful actor afflicted with neurofibromatosis, is a particularly vain individual. In fact, he’s hesitant to undergo the radical facial surgery that eradicates his disfigurement. It just so happens that the surgery gives Edward Patrick Bateman levels of handsomeness. Can you blame Edward for taking that chance? Who among us wouldn’t opt to look a hundred times more conventionally attractive?

It’s once Edward abandons his own name for a fake sounding one and forsakes his former nice guy identity for a new debaucherous life as a wealthy real estate asshole that we realize, hey, maybe this wasn’t such a great guy to begin with. On top of that, maybe I, the viewer, am also an asshole for assuming Edward was a decent guy just because his face was deformed. This is a layer that Schimberg explored with his previous film Chained for Life; is it more morally deplorable to gawk at or to pity the severely deformed?

We can judge Edward’s new neighbor Ingrid (The Worst Person In the World’s Renate Reinsve), an aspiring playwright, for not giving him a chance because of his affliction, and we can judge her for many other things later on that I would hate to spoil, but it is more difficult to judge her for rejecting Edward once his true colors shine through. I was fully prepared to write Ingrid off as a classic manic pixie dream girl when she first busts down Edward’s door wearing a yellow crop top and matching yellow booty shorts that reveal her abs, fawning over his typewriter and adorably asking about his childhood photos, but I underestimated Schimberg’s understanding of the darker and more insidious parts of the female psyche.

It becomes clear that Ingrid has no qualms about lying to herself and using the pain of others for her own artistic gain. Just as it is easy for us to assume Edward was a good person because he was hideous, it is easy for us to assume Ingrid was inherently “good” because of her undeniable beauty and charm. As fate would have it, Ingrid writes a play that feels eerily similar to Edward’s life pre-surgery, and she’s searching for a lead actor—the role Edward was “born to play.” Edward’s newfound beauty is now a curse, and he clings desperately to what could have been.

At the exact moment when Edward believes he can trick himself into recreating the past with Ingrid in some warped way, the charismatic Oswald (Schimberg’s previous collaborator Adam Pearson) enters their lives stage right, and suddenly, he’s everywhere. Pearson is so compelling here that I hope it becomes his new calling card after long being known as “the guy from Under the Skin.” Oswald is the kind of guy who does yoga in the park, already knows the cutest women at the bar, and flawlessly performs karaoke without the slightest hint of self-consciousness. Oswald is so enchanting, lighthearted yet understanding, and funny that you almost don’t even notice his neurofibromatosis-caused facial deformities, proving that you don’t need to look like Sebastian Stan in order to live a prosperous life surrounded by loved ones. He’s Edward’s exact foil.

Much conversation will be hashed and rehashed regarding the third act and final shot of A Different Man, and I found myself questioning whether or not Schimberg would have the technical ability to land the plane after so many twists and turns, but I was silly for doubting him. A Different Man is a major work—even as it shapeshifts from Cronenberg to Kaurismäki, developing into new territory at every turn, Schimberg never loses sight of his central questions: What makes us who we are? What does it mean to be a good person in this weird but beautiful world, surrounded by other people? Without providing precise answers, or resorting to the tired old cliché of “beauty is not skin deep,” Schimberg throws us in a new direction. There are always large objects falling out of the ceiling, and people loudly pounding down the door. Much like life, once you get comfortable in the rhythm of A Different Man, Schimberg shoves you out of your seat and forces you to question what you thought you knew about yourself and those sitting next to you.]p

A Different Man also signals the kind of marriage between independent New York filmmakers and “the Hollywood elite” in a way that we haven’t really seen since Uncut Gems. The supporting cast of A Different Man is a who’s who of New Yorkers who have dedicated much of their lives to independent filmmaking and programming. The list of cameos includes, but is not limited to, Funny Pages director Owen Kline, Screen Slate founder Jon Dieringer, Anthology Films Archives archivist John Klacsmann, and filmmaker/programmer Caroline Golum. Whenever a major producer like Christine Vachon and a consequential actor like Sebastian Stan spot a winning project like A Different Man, much less help those artists behind it bring such a unique vision to fruition, it’s nothing short of a miracle.

Director: Aaron Schimberg

Writer: Aaron Schimberg

Starring: Sebastian Stan, Renate Reinsve, Adam Pearson

Release Date: April 3, 2024 (New Directors/New Films) September 13, 2024 (Limited)

[sunaddicted]

Gotham Blues (Nygmobblepot)

To say that Edward didn't remember the last time he had left Gotham would have been a lie; he didn't think there was anything in the whole universe that could make him forget watching the city disappear from sight, further and further away, swallowed by thick clouds as his plane climbed up in the sky, taking him all the way across the Atlantic where he alone would be privy to his ghosts and memories.

Edward hadn't wanted to leave.

No matter that Oswald thought he knew better about his life choices - that he knew better about what Edward needed and wanted. Most of the times, Edward had been more than glad to let the other man to the emotional labor for the both of them, also because most of the times Oswald had been simply right: he'd always had a gift for reading the people around him - friend or foe, it didn't seem to matter. It had also made it infinitely harder to make Oswald accept when things didn't go the way he thought they would.

When that happened, Oswald wasn't great to be around.

Edward shrugged the memories away, forcing the feeling to roll off of his shoulders together with the tension that had been steadily gathering in his muscles.

Maybe he shouldn't have come back.

Having a city airport meant that there simply was no way to brace himself for impact: Edward walked out with his trolley lagging behind him and he stepped back into Gotham's evening.

"Years in Europe and you still have no fashion sense whatsoever"

The last time he'd seen Oswald, the man had been behind bars - in hindsight, Edward could admit that it hadn't been the best moment to leave. Still, he didn't think he would have done anything differently, not even to avoid having the memories of the other man alternatively screaming abuse and love at him; hands reaching from between the bars to grab at any part of him, fingers strong and desperate enough to tear away the cufflink from his sleeve.

There was nothing left of that man.

"I'll have you know, my outfits were all the rage in Paris"

"People were probably too polite to tell you the truth"

"The French aren't exactly known for that" Edward took over holding the umbrella as he stepped under it "I've missed you too"

(continues on ao3)

[ewuzebe-eqnosude]

Mona Lisa Smile: maybe 'tis the diagonal 🖼 sash; Wellesley College reminds me of the 💑 Clintons @ Y lib, where maybe Hillary.D_R was sittin' properly when former PRES. William.J_C fell in stare ❣ ₩ her for a S(ch).Y(r)...

https://www.youtube.com/ 》 sonypictures

Maybe/$:

• maybe, Monica Lewinski is a "character" (as in a movie) assassin vs. Lee Oswald as a "personal" (in your face) assassin who looked like as if s/he shot JFK;

• maybe, Monica Lewinski didn't reflex much to destress s/her legs, thus it reached anxiety (a.k.a. lust)?;

• maybe, Monica Lewinski didn't rinse her dress ₩ more tapped wate(r)?, thus dried detergent bar looked like dried semen there (like the ones in porn);

• maybe, Lee Oswald's grouped ₩ Monica Lewinski;

• maybe, Monica Lewinski is jeerin' @ virgin women (presumably they never saw semen before, but there's porn now, thus her group could be an old system when there's no porn or CCTV yet);

• maybe, Monica Lewinski planned a scenario of corruption, where officials were talkin' dried soap while usin' B$ worth of public properties (e.g. building, chair & table);

• maybe, Lee Oswald & Monica Lewinski are Machiavellian annihilatin' ivy leaguers instead of the Ivy League, although that draft is for the Medicci family @ Italy, thus they're made to believe (at least) that they're the Mediccis;

• maybe, Lee Oswald & Monica Lewinski wanna prove that they're smart or wanna look smart (a.k.a. Smart Chic public attire?) but they forgot morality (a.k.a. pride)?, thus they belong to a different church.

[riddle-me-ri]

"I never believed in love at first sight, but now I've looked at you and my perspective has definitely changed." for Farrell!Penguin?

a/n: ohhh this fits so well with him! He's definitely the type to be turned into a believer with the right person hehe I haven’t written for this pengy solo in a minute I hope this is still a decent fic rip

Trigger Warning: none

Word Count: 1k

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x Reader - Love at First Sight

It may seem difficult to believe…difficult to comprehend to most.

Despite Falcone finally being out of the picture, having full control of not just the Iceberg Lounge but also 44 Below and the booming Drops business that came with it…

Despite now having absolute control of Gotham's underworld. 

Oswald Cobblepot never felt more alone. 

Which, he figured, was for the best, no loose ends…no weaknesses. 

Besides if he ever got too lonely to bear it he could just bring up a couple of Iceberg girls if need be.

That was until…he saw you. 

Oswald wasn't the type to turn down anyone willing to work at the Iceberg Lounge (and see if they can take the "promotion" to 44 Below) but something came over him that night.

"Look, sweetheart, I understand, money's tight but this just isn't-"

"Please…don't…don't give me that…'this isn't the place for me' schtick. It's Gotham and I'm alive aren't I?" You defended.

Oz leaned back in his cushioned office chair and offered a side nod. "Touche…but my answer is still no. There's plenty of other bars and clubs where you can work." 

"But none that pay as high." 

"High reward comes with high risk, sweetheart and I don't want you taking that risk." 

You huffed frustratedly as you brought your hands to your hips. "And who are you to determine that?" 

Oz sighed as he rubbed his face, leaving his hand to linger on his chin in thought.

It's a gamble, but maybe just maybe if he was honest for once he could prevent you from getting hurt later…

For all the hurt, betrayal, and desperation Oswald had experienced in his life…he still found out somewhere what love was. Even if he learned it by knowing what it wasn't.

He barely knew your name but he couldn't ignore the strong thumping of his weary heart when he first saw you. When your eyes met his…it's like he could see the future..two possible futures. 

One where he's loved unconditionally with you by his side as he continues to rule or…one with him on his knees grasping onto your cold lifeless body begging for you to come back. 

He disliked the latter vision to not even try and seek out the first. 

"To you? I'm nobody, just an employer. But lemme ask you something."

You perked your eyebrow and nodded for him to continue. 

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" 

Your eyes widened. Your mouth opened and closed as your brain tried to make sense of the question and what it could possibly mean in this context. 

You settled on just answering the question honestly in hopes of an explanation. "No…not..particularly…why?" 

Oz hummed in understanding. "Cause I sure as hell don't. Or at least I didn't."

He took your silence as an invitation to continue. "I never believed in love at first sight, but now I've looked at you…and well…my perspective has definitely changed." 

You guffawed. "M-Mr. Cobblepot…you…you can't. I don't like to be made fun of-" 

"I'm not kidding, you see me laughing? I don't want anything happening to you." 

"You don't know me…"

"You're right, but I know this feeling, if you can believe an old bastard like me can know…and as much as I'd love to know you…I don't want to take the risk."

"Because you think you love me? You care about me?" 

He lifted his index finger. "I don't think… I know."

"Mr. Cobblepot-I…I.." You try to find something to say but wind up just choking up on rapid intakes of air. 

There is a beat of silence in the room. 

You think about turning around and leaving. You were clearly being made a fool of…right? 

You've heard rumors that The Penguin was eccentric (I mean…he's dubbed the Penguin) but you weren't expecting this at all. 

Plus as much as you wanted to believe he was messing with you to get you to leave…you still didn't want to. There was a small part of you that genuinely believed what he said and wanted to stick around to find out. 

"Just give me a chance…"

"What's that?"

"Six months…tops. If I don't impress you-you can fire me or I can make a choice that this is or isn't the place for me…" 

You offered out your hand. "Deal?" 

Oz sighed exhaustedly. You were both gorgeous and determined…oof he was in trouble.

Nevertheless, he leaned forward in his chair, and clasped his wide calloused hand in yours. 

Six months…turned into six years and counting

Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin still reigned Supreme of Gotham City's criminal underbelly. Often having to work with the Bat or the Bat throwing him away to Blackgate a handful of times….

But you were still there. By his side every step of the way. While you didn't exactly fall in love with him at first sight, you did gradually grow to love him. 

You were sitting on his lap one late evening mulling over some papers on his desk when you giggled. 

"Whatcha giggling about?" Oz tightened his arm that was around your waist that pulled you closer to him.

"The first day we met…and what you told me that day…" 

Oz thought about it for a moment and he chuckled. "Told ya I wasn't lying, it was love at first sight, sweetheart." 

"And I told you I was cut out for this line of work." You nudged his side with your shoulder. 

Oz chuckled warmly. "I guess we both proved each other wrong, huh?" 

You smiled at him as you leaned in to kiss his lips. "I guess so…in the best way." 

"Ya got that right, honey." Oswald chased your lips once more until they were reunited again. 

Even though Oswald is Gotham City’s kingpin of the criminal underworld. Even though he is twice as the boss Falcone or Maroni ever was…

The Penguin is more powerful than ever because he finally had someone to share it all with. 

The Penguin was finally not alone anymore.