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ofbatsandballads · 26 days ago

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girl is a gun

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: canon typical crime including references to drugs and organ trafficking, nonexplicit sexual harassment from Oswald against reader, Jason’s murderous tendencies pop up a couple times.

a/n: soooo, I am making this a series. I just loved the first fic too much to not continue it, so have part 2! thank you to all the lovely readers that expressed interest in the first part, I humbly offer the continuation.

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Jason’s back at the Iceberg Lounge. He has a good reason to be. That fateful night two weeks ago when you gave him the bracelet stolen from the boutique robbery in the Diamond District provided Bruce with all the evidence he needed to prove that Oswald was back to his old ways. Jason got full authorization to investigate the Penguin’s operations in whatever manner he sees fit. But Oz doesn’t like him—a fact he’s well aware of. So his best (only) shot is you. And, well, he’s not too sure that you like him very much either. But you helped him once and that’s enough to have him coming back for more.

He’s camped out on the roof by the skylight entry. He’s not sure how Oswald hasn’t realized that it’s the entry point for all the vigilantes coming in and out of his club, but then again Jason never took him as the sharpest blade in the armory. He’s watching and waiting patiently for you to arrive. He could’ve just come once the club was open and he knew you were here. He would’ve if he trusted you. Jason doesn't trust anyone. So if he wants to scope out what direction you’re coming from, if he wants to see what you’re like before Cobblepot’s got you under his command, if he wants to see you—not the pretty little doll from the club, but you as you are? Well, he feels entitled to that. It’s all just part of a thorough investigation.

He gets his wish fairly quickly. You appear from nowhere, streetlights glimmering off the glittery black faux fur coat you’re wrapped up in. Jason crouches down, unlatches the window and prepares to drop into the club as he sees you near the entrance. He’s got one leg through the skylight when you stop dead in your tracks, one stiletto clad foot on the first step of the concrete stairway leading to the lounge’s entrance. You stay there for a second fiddling with the fur of your coat before you smile softly and spin on your heel, taking off at a brisk pace down a side alley. Jason scrambles to pull himself back up and shuts the skylight with enough force that the hinges creak in defiance.

He scales the iceberg facade of the lounge to keep his eyes on you and nearly slides off the steep architecture repeatedly. If he gets his hands on Oswald anytime soon, he’s going to wring his goddamn neck. What idiot builds an actual iceberg over a historical building? Nevertheless, Jason manages it. He crests the tip of the iceberg in time to see the flash of black fur dip around another corner. Where on earth are you going? He knows your shift starts when the club opens at eleven, and it’s now a quarter to eleven. He grapples to the roof of the building you disappeared around to get higher ground.

He can’t see you in any of the adjacent alleys or main streets and that coat of yours gleams like a beacon in the streetlamps. He turns back in the direction of the Iceberg and you’re standing right back where you started. And to make matters worse, you’re staring right at him with an arrogant smirk on your face. Jason’s getting really peeved at how you keep spotting him. He trained with the League of Assassins for Christ’s sake. You should not be aware of his presence at any given moment that he doesn’t want you to be. Yet there you are, smugly waving at him before your head tips back in laughter and you disappear into the club. Back to the skylight he goes. He drops down into Oz’s trophy room and sets out to find you.

“For a vigilante, you’re not that hard of a tail to lose.”

Jason doesn’t jump, doesn’t flinch, but his fingers do twitch to the gun holstered at his thigh and that alone irks him. It means he was surprised.

“Or maybe I just like the chase,” Red Hood taunts.

He doesn’t. Jason likes what happens when he catches the bastards he hunts, but the chase is just tedium that he can’t stand.

“No,” you say defiantly, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re the only bat that ever ends the chase. You just couldn’t catch me.”

You’re right and you’re perceptive and he hates it. Your confidence just adds insult to injury, crawls under his skin in a way that has him wanting to shut you up. He crowds you against the glass case you’re leaning against and cocks his head to the side.

“You seem pretty caught to me. Surprised Oz hasn’t locked you up in one of these trophy cases yet.”

If you can get under his skin, he can get under yours. Your eyes flare with anger, made all the more vicious by the sharp cat eye that lines them. You look him up and down in a wicked glare. It’s only his training that has Jason noticing when your eyes land on his guns and your hands twitch toward them. He takes a sudden step back out of your reach. He sees a flash of relief in the way your body untenses, then it’s gone when you straighten up and toss your hair behind your shoulder. That ironclad confidence slides back over your face like a mask and he knows he’s lost the advantage he’d gained when he pressed you into the trophy case.

“Whatever, you can deal with your wounded pride some other time. What do you want?” you sigh in boredom.

“You gave me evidence that Cobblepot was involved in the Diamond District robberies. Why?” he interrogates.

“Did I?” you ask in faux ditziness, tapping your acrylic nails against your cherry colored lips. “Thought I just gave you a gift. All of Ozzie’s guests of honor get gifts.”

Opportunity number one. Jason was raised by the best; he knows a lead when he sees one.

“Guests of honor, huh? Tell me about them,” Hood demands.

You hum thoughtfully and rest against the trophy case with the machine gun umbrella in it. For the first time, Jason gets to take a good look at you. The moonlight shining through the skylight shimmers off the red satin of the dress that falls to your ankles. Just like the last thing he saw you in, this doesn’t really function as it should. Twin slits extend high on both thighs and the deep V of the neck ends just below your sternum. Jason idly thinks that all it would take is one good tug for the dress to come to pieces.

“Oh no, I’m not giving you everything all at once, honey. You need to work for it a bit harder,” you coo at him, a vivid contrast from the mocking way you roll your eyes.

You’re all attitude and it’s really starting to piss him off. His jaw ticks and he steps into your space again. This time you don’t cower. You just straighten your spine and close the little distance he left between you. And, fuck, Jason’s had full blown interrogations go better than this. He waits one beat–two, three, and neither of you back down.

“C’mon, vengeance. Don’t act like you don’t like a good fight,” you whisper in the charged air between you.

He’s had it with your shit. He grabs you by the back of your neck, gentle enough not to hurt but firm enough to keep you in place.

“You lead me astray, and I swear that I’ll make sure you go down right alongside your boss. You understand me?” he growls, the muzzle’s modulator making his voice sound twice as intimidating.

You just smile at him. Your teeth glimmer white behind your blood red lips and under the moonlight the sight is almost entrancing.

“Don't worry, baby. I want Oz to go down just as much as you do,” you say.

It’s the first time he’s heard your voice lose the edges of seduction or venom. It’s the first time he sees your eyes shine with genuine emotion. There she is, there’s the human hiding behind the mask of the perfect doll. He knows he’s got you. Unfortunately for Jason, he also knows that you’ve got him. He knows it when you push him off of you and sidestep him gracefully. He knows it when you turn back to look at him over your shoulder as you pause at the door. He knows it when you grin victoriously at him like you’re well aware that he’s got very little to go on without you.

“Well, you coming, Red?”

So he does the only thing he can. He follows you through the door.

Your little rendezvous consumed more time than he thought. The club is in full operation, neon blue and pink lights shining vibrant against the marble floors. The music blares and the bass booms through the walls. You’re talking to him but he can’t hear you over the speakers. You point up to the same ledge of marble he had been camped out on last time and then to yourself. The message is clear: watch you. Not a hard task. You turn to make your way down the steps when Jason grabs your arm and pulls you back. He wordlessly places a silver ear cuff on your right ear. It looks like an innocuous piece of jewelry, but it’s linked to his comms so he’ll be able to hear every conversation you have. It’s his favorite piece of tech–looks good and functions even better. He tilts your head with his thumb and forefinger to make sure it’s properly in place and he hears your sharp intake of breath through the mic.

“So we can hear each other,” Hood explains.

“And so you can hear everyone else,” you say.

Jason grunts in agreement and releases you. He hops on the marble bannister to climb to the vantage point. He turns to take one last look at you.

“Remember: you fuck with me, I’ll make sure you suffer just as much as Penguin.”

Your eyebrow twitches and Jason can almost see your defenses going back up. Shit.

“Oh, honey, I’m sure I could take whatever you’ve got in mind. But don’t worry, I don’t like Oz enough to find out.”

You turn without another word to him and bounce down the steps to the dance floor. Jason feels deja vu wash over him as you make your rounds. Everyone reacts to you the same way they did before, but at least half of this crowd is different from the previous time. Yet they still part for you, they still take care not to crush you in the dancing bodies or spill their drinks on you. Jason watches as you find the other server he surveilled when he initially came here. His eyes light up when he sees you, the bright blue a contrast with his tan skin and jet black hair. Jason feels a vicious twist of something when he realizes that this guy looks remarkably like Dick. They’ve got the same build, same features, same haircut even. The server’s just an inch or so shorter than his brother.

“Well, if it ain’t the Princess of the Iceberg Lounge,” he chuckles in a faint Gotham accent.

“In the flesh, darling. How’s my favorite boy doing tonight?” you ask as you slide up next to him behind the bar.

“Fuckin’ fantastic. Don’t ever show up late again. Thought Oz was gonna have a heart attack with the way he was screaming,” he mutters, pouring out a shot of vodka.

“Screaming about what? He better not have been screaming at you, El. I swear to God, I’ll tell him to pay you double for tonight if he did,” you say protectively.

“It was me he was screaming at, all right,” he shakes his head, then adopts an accurately raspy English accent. “‘Where the fuck is she at, Elliot? I’ll send out my men to find her if she doesn’t show soon.’”

You cringe hard and it’s now the second time tonight that Jason has seen the person behind the facade. You must be comfortable with this Elliot guy if you’re willing to let it slip. You must be very comfortable with him, Jason thinks with just the slightest bitterness, when he strokes your hair and pulls you under his arm.

“Don’t worry, princess. I told him you were gettin’ yourself all dolled up when I called you last,” Elliot reassures you.

“Thank you. Fuck, I can’t go running from his guys again, El. That shit took me 30 minutes and three subway rides before I lost them last time,” you laugh humorlessly.

Jason's alarm bells ring loud. Penguin’s been having you followed? He suddenly understands how you so easily lost him earlier tonight. You’ve had practice. A pit opens in his stomach when he thinks of just how much practice you’ve probably had running from men following you.

“Anyways, let me get to work. I’ve got regulars to charm,” you say as you untangle yourself from Elliot.

“Oz wants you with the VIPs first. Made it very fuckin’ clear that no one else is allowed within a mile radius of them,” Elliot tells you as you leave the bar.

“Of course not. I’m the very best he’s got, why settle for less?” you tease.

“Fuck off!” Elliot shouts at you over the booming music.

You laugh and weave through the crowded dance floor, heading for the marble grotto spaces where the VIPs sit behind red velvet ropes. So far he’s gotten nothing that he could use while abiding by Bruce’s rules. It infuriates him, because what he’s heard would be enough for a bullet to the head if he were playing by his own. He feels his patience for Bruce’s one rule waning by the minute.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite lawyer,” your voice rings sickly sweet in his ears.

“I didn’t know someone could have a favorite lawyer,” a man responds.

Jason analyzes the audio as a sample and all Bruce’s files on the current DA of Gotham, Marcus Ericsson, pop up in his domino lenses.

“I’m sure the devil does. And he’s in his office if you want to see him,” you say flippantly.

The DA laughs boisterously and you giggle faintly as though you weren’t dead serious.

“I need to ask that devil about my campaign contributions,” Ericsson jokes, voice slurring on the last two words like he can’t wrap his tongue around them.

“You know how Oz works,” you whisper to him. “You keep lining his pockets and he’ll line yours.”

Hook, line, sinker.

“Been waiting for that second part, sweetheart. You know how much evidence I hid in that shipping yard raid three weeks ago? I can tell you it doesn’t match the contributions he’s given,” Ericsson complains.

The shipping yard raid in question found two massive shipments of cocaine and ecstasy and one frozen shipment of black market organs. This is as good as gold to Jason.

“He told me all about it,” you coo. “You know I’ve got Oz’s ears all to myself. I’ll make sure you get those contributions, honey. Ozzie’s just cautious. He wants to make sure everything is really gone before he pays up.”

“It’s gone!” the DA shouts.

He must remember he’s in public, because he laughs awkwardly and lowers his voice.

“I deleted the shipping and payment records myself,” he says through gritted teeth.

And there’s the evidence. If the DA deleted it himself, then it’ll be on his hard drives either at home or at work. Jason makes a mental note to ask Tim to break in and steal both when he’s on patrol tonight.

“I know, I know,” you soothe. “And I promise I’ll get Oswald to pay you. You deserve it.”

“How old Oz got an angel like you working for him, I can’t imagine,” the DA says in a poor attempt at flattery.

“Oh, I don’t think you’d want to know how I came to work here. A girl’s gotta have her secrets after all,” you whisper, an edge in your voice that escapes the drunk lawyer.

The rest of the night continues that way. You get either confessions, evidence locations, or both out of Oz’s VIPs in the course of casual conversation. These VIPs included none other than the DA, Gotham’s Chief Justice, two high ranking GCPD detectives, and the nephew of Carmine Falcone. It’s verging on 4AM when Elliot comes to find you as you sit with the nephew.

“Princess, Oz wants to see you,” he says jovially.

Jason hears you rise and the click of your heels as you follow your friend. Then he hears a soft gasp.

“Whatever you do, don’t panic. Keep your cool, keep your head on straight. Don’t. Break,” Elliot says lowly.

“What?” you ask with genuine confusion.

“He’s paranoid about why you were late. And he’s been watching you with Angelo Falcone for the past fifteen minutes. You remember how his relationship with the Falcones started, right? Just…deny whatever he accuses you of. Charm him like you always do,” he instructs you quickly as you both head upstairs to Oswald’s office.

Jason tenses, ready to jump into action and get you out of there if need be. He knows well what Oz does to the people he thinks have betrayed him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine. You don’t do anything stupid, okay?” you say forcefully, a message meant for the man in your ear rather than the one in front of you.

“If he hurts you, if you even think he might, scream. I’ll be there,” Hood promises.

You nod in acknowledgment and push open the ornate double doors of Oswald’s office.

“Well, there’s my pretty girl. You enjoy Angelo’s company?” Oswald’s gruff voice reverberates in the empty office.

“Hardly. But he’s got a shipment of heroin that he says he can get us, so I’ve been real sweet on him,” you say coolly.

“Does he? What’s he want for it?” Cobblepot questions.

The insinuation is obvious. Jason can’t see what’s happening, but he remembers how Oz looked at you the last time. Like a prize, a toy, an object. Objects can be bought and sold at will by their owners. Jason’s skin crawls and his trigger finger itches.

“Money. It’s always money, Oz, you know that,” you murmur submissively.

“And where were you tonight? You showed up thirty minutes late. That’s an awful long time.”

“I was getting myself ready, Ozzie. I slept in a little late. El had me doing shots last night and my headache was killer,” you lie flawlessly.

“I’m sure it was. Did you make any stops on the way here?” Penguin prods.

“No. Where would I go?” you ask with faux innocence.

“GCPD. Falcone Residence. Any-fucking-where a pretty whore like yourself would be welcome for the information she has about this club,” Oz spews viciously.

“Ozzie, no. I would never. You know that. This place is my home,” you say emotionally.

The emotion is real. It’s just you’re pretending like it’s sadness and not fear.

“Mind provin’ it, love?” he asks, a cruel humor in his tone.

“What?” you ask flatly.

“How’m I to know you aren’t recording this? You could be wearing a wire. Those coppers always make their pawns wear wires.”

Jason hears your breathing go shallow and frenetic.

“The only person recording right now is you,” you bite, forgetting the submission that you were exhibiting minutes ago.

“Then show me, doll.”

Jason’s one second away from breaking down those doors and shooting the Penguin between his eyes when your voice echoes under his hood.

“Fine. I’ll do it. Whatever it takes for you to trust me. That’s all I need Oswald, is you to trust me,” you say with complete sincerity.

There’s silence in the room for a few seconds, followed by the clattering of your heels being kicked off.

“Happy? I’m not wearing any wire or recording you in any way. All I have on is my very nice dress which is now crumpled on this dirty floor and my jewelry,” you sigh exasperatedly, but there’s a barely discernible shake to your voice that makes bile rise in Jason’s throat.

“Good. I just needed to make sure, doll. You never know these days,” Oswald says, his voice much closer to you now.

The sound of a kiss reverberates just below the ear that the cuff is on and you finally snap.

“Can I please go back to work now? I’m sure El’s getting slammed at the bar,” you ask shakily.

“Sure, sweetheart. Go make the night worth everyone’s time like you always do.”

As soon as the double doors close behind you, you’re walking quickly down the steps and towards the basement exit. Elliot spots you and goes to talk to you, but you just flash him a concerningly convincing smile and he lets you go.

Jason follows you out to the alleyway where the door lets out into the cool early morning air.

“Did you get what you wanted?” you ask him with a strained voice as you hold your arms tightly against yourself.

Jason’s demeanor softens when he sees the way your eyes shine in the moonlight. He won’t acknowledge your tears. He knows you wouldn’t want him to.

“You did great,” Hood says gently. “Got me more than I ever coulda asked for. I won’t bother you again.”

“Don’t you dare,” you growl as you spin around to face him.

Jason can’t explain the disappointment he feels at how you order him to be gone. He doesn’t even know you all that well, but he knows that you worked well together.

“I won’t, I promi–”

“Don’t you dare fucking leave me with him. Don’t you dare let me not see this through. I gave you what you wanted and I’ll continue to help you, but I want something from you too,” you demand with so much conviction that it short circuits Jason’s mind.

He nods his assent without thinking.

“When you take him down, when all this culminates to whatever conclusion you have planned, I want to be there. I want to watch Oswald crumble. I want him to know it was me that did it. Can you give me that?”

Jason has never admired someone as much as he does in this moment.

“Of course I can give you that.”

And he will. Whatever it takes, he’ll have you by his side when The Penguin’s empire finally topples.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #remy writes 🖋️#ice cold fever high series #<-what I’m calling this little experiment #anyways I kinda love this! you get to see a bit more of reader as a person #and a lot more of her hatred for Oz. though I won’t tell you why juuuust yet.

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radiance1 · 2 years ago

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The GIW succeeded in passing an under the radar law that described ghosts as non-sentient beings. Leading to the Government cracking down on Amity Park and capturing any ghosts they saw.

Danny saved who he could, telling them not to come back to Amity Park for their own safety. That being said, he couldn't save everyone, not as Phantom and especially not as Fenton.

He didn't like to think on it much.

Thankfully it seemed that Halfas had it a bit better than pure ghosts, being seen as semi-sentient due to their human half. But it still wasn't enough for his parents to think he was safe in Amity, so instead of staying in Amity Park they decided to move him.

Which proved to be a far faster process than they thought it would be, because his identity was leaked to the government, as for how they knew? They overheard Wes Weston trying to convince someone of his theory and ran with it.

So now Danny and Jazz had to be quickly relocated to Gotham, and yes, they love you Danny, but with his track record they need Jazz to act as an assurance he wouldn't go out 'heroing' and stay on the down low.

Jack and Maddie stayed behind to negotiate the Anti-Ecto acts.

Jack told the two of them to meet at this specific coffee shop in Gotham, because he already asked for someone he knew to come and pick them up, which confused them because who would he know in Gotham?

But, on the way to said coffee shop, Danny and Cujo (who Danny brought along because he was not leaving him behind in Amity of all places now.) was kidnapped by a giant crocodile man.

Right under Jazz's nose too. She only realized when she reached said coffee shop, safe to say she wasn't pleased. The coffee shop seemed to be entirely booked by one man, with multiple people acting as 'guards' so to speak, not that Jazz couldn't take care of them but she preferred to avoid violence if she could.

The person she and Danny were supposed to meet turned out to be one Oswald Cobblepot, otherwise known as the Penguin, a black sheep of the Fentinightingles and Jack's friend. (I CANNOT for the LIFE of me remember where I saw this idea, but if you ever come across this post know that YOU yes YOU were the one who helped the crafting of this idea)

Oswald: Where's the other one.

Jazz: A giant crocodile kidnapped him.

Oswald: Say what.

Meanwhile Danny got himself comfortable in the sewers of Gotham with Cujo as he stared up at a 9 foot tall man who goes by Killer Croc, who looks increasingly unsure, regretful and sorrowful of his decision to kidnap Danny.

Danny finds out that his actual name is Waylon Jones, and that the sole reason he was kidnapped was because he thought him to be his long-lost dead brother.

Danny: Oh so you're my dead uncle!

Waylon: Say what now-

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #Jack and Waylon are brothers #They both thought the other died in their childhood #Oswald Cobblepot is a fentonightingle #He and Jack are some of the black sheeps and decided to band together in their teen years when they met at a family gathering #I don't know who had this au but I THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT!

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riddle-me-ri · 2 months ago

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Riri!! You rock! Everything you write is so amazing and I can't believe we're all so lucky that you share your creations with us all!!! If you're still taking valentines requests can I ask for BTAS Penguin character or reader get jealous? All your Penguin stories are all fantastic but your BTAS ones are always my absolute faves!!

a/n: awwww omg you're too sweet thank you so much!! That means a lot and I appreciate you!! I am still taking vday requests until this Sunday! I have already written about BTAS Pengy getting jealous (here) of Riddler so I think it would be interesting to flip the tables for this one! I know that in BTAS it's not spoken about him owning the Iceberg Lounge until TNBA when his ownership plays a more pivotal role so I'm just going to combine the two its still BTAS Penguin but with TNBA status kind of lol

Content Warning: jealous thoughts

Word Count: 508

Reader Gets Jealous Over BTAS Penguin

Oswald Cobblepot is an ideal partner.

He complimented you, supported you, validated you…treated you like the only person in the world that mattered to him.

These sentiments you returned back to him tenfold, of course.

Jealousy was something that mostly occurred on his part.

Oswald's insecurities often got the better of him, not that he didn't trust you, he just knew that there were more conventionally attractive partners out there with the potential to whisk you away…and he couldn't say he'd blame you if you let them.

You always reassured him and proved his insecurities wrong by remaining to be by his side for years to come.

However, tonight, the shoe was on the other foot.

You took a drink from your cup to hide the grimace on your face as you saw an undeniably attractive woman all over Oswald.

Knots of rage began tightening in your stomach, waiting to implode. The nerve, the audacity of some people–

The conflicting emotion between wanting to tell this lady to back off versus wanting to pull her back by her hair away from him…both of which were not a good idea because ultimately you didn't want to embarrass Oswald in his club.

You sighed as you tried to get a handle on your emotions and think logically about what to do.

“Ah, there you are, my dove!”

Maybe you didn't have to think of anything, because before you knew it the love of your life was making his way towards you.

For once, your heart beat steadily, and your breathing was even. “Ozzie!”

You got up from the barstool and excitedly walked over to him.

“You look gorgeous! I'm glad to see you wearing the attire I bought you, I presume it fits well?”

He looked up at you as he took your hands in his own.

“Yes, I love it! And you look incredibly handsome as always, Ozzie!” You leaned down and nuzzled your nose against his signature long and pointed one.

As you two conversed lovingly, you couldn't help but feel the pressure of someone's eyes on you.

Your eyes darted over Oswald's shoulder to see the very woman that caused your ire earlier.

It seems the shoe is on the other foot…

Your smile grew as you brought your attention back to Oswald, who still looked up at you with devoting eyes.

You brought your hand to cup the side of Oswald's face before pulling him up a little to bring his face closer to yours–to have his lips meet yours.

You grinned as you couldn't help but tone in on the sound of heels stomping on the ground over the classical live piano music.

Oswald was none the wiser as his cheeks dusted red, and he cheerfully took your hand in his once more.

“Come, darling! The night is still young!”

You tightened your grip on Oswald’s hand as your speculation was confirmed that the woman did indeed leave in a huff.

“Indeed, lead the way, Ozzie!”

#ri writes #ri vday event 2025 #ri valentine's day event 2025 #batman the animated series penguin x reader #batman the animated series oswald cobblepot x reader #btas penguin x reader #btas oswald cobblepot x reader

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sirxaibs · 22 days ago

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Edward Nygma (Gotham TV show) X Reader

⍰ ⍰ Sweet Eddie ⍰ ⍰

the riddler is my biggest fictional crush

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He’s always been your sweet innocent Eddie, though what if you find out he’s not so innocent.

⍰ ⍰ ⍰ ⍰ The streets of Gotham were wet with the remnants of last night’s rain, the puddles reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. The city never slept, but the Gotham City Police Department had been unusually quiet that day aside from the usual scumbags who seemed to find their way into the holding cells like clockwork.

Detective Y/n sat at her desk, tapping her fingers against the wooden surface as she reviewed an old case file, but her focus was elsewhere. Edward Nygma had been acting strange lately. Stranger than usual.

You had always considered him a friend, one of the few in the GCPD who wasn’t a complete asshole. Sure, he was odd, but he was kind to you. He brought you coffee in the mornings, even remembered how you liked it little things that showed he paid attention. He would ramble on about riddles, facts, and obscure trivia, and while most of your colleagues found it annoying, you didn’t mind.

But lately, he had been distant. His usual enthusiasm had dulled, and his eyes carried a weight you hadn’t seen before. He barely spoke to you unless necessary, and when he did, he was quick to end the conversation. It didn’t sit right with you.

So, you decided to check up on him.

¿¿¿¿

You knocked twice before calling out, “Ed? It’s me.”

There was a rustling sound inside, followed by what you swore was a hushed curse. Then, the door swung open, and there stood Edward Nygma.

He looked… awful.

His tie was slightly crooked, and his usually pristine suit was wrinkled like he had been wearing it for too long. His eyes were wide, darting from you to the hallway as if someone might be watching. The moment he saw you, his lips curled into a strained smile.

“Y/n! What a what a surprise!” he stammered, voice an octave higher than usual. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“I figured.” You raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t at work today.”

Edward’s fingers twitched against the doorframe. “Ah, yes, well feeling a bit under the weather. Needed rest.”

You tilted your head. “Then why do you look like you haven’t slept in days?”

His breath hitched, just for a second, but you caught it.

“That’s an exaggeration.” He forced a chuckle. “Anyway! What brings you here? Surely, not just to check on little ol’ me.”

You frowned. This wasn’t normal. He was jittery, nervous, and his attempts to steer the conversation away were painfully obvious.

“Ed,” you said, voice softer now. “I just wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been avoiding me.”

His lips parted, and for a fleeting moment, something like guilt flashed across his face. But then he quickly shook his head. “Nonsense! I’ve just been… preoccupied with personal matters.”

You folded your arms. “So preoccupied that you can’t talk to your friend?”

Edward swallowed hard, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Look, I appreciate the concern, truly, but I I can’t”

A noise came from inside the apartment. A shuffling sound.

Your instincts flared.

Edward’s face went pale.

“Ed,” you said slowly, your body tensing. “Who’s in there?”

He took a step in front of you, blocking the doorway. “No one!” he said, too quickly. “That was uh just the TV! Yes, the uh late night nature documentary.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Let me in.”

Edward hesitated. “That’s really not necessary.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You stepped forward, and though he tried to stop you, you pushed past him into the apartment.

The air was thick with something unspoken, something secret. The living room was dimly lit, a few scattered papers on the table, an untouched cup of coffee going cold. But it wasn’t the state of the apartment that made your breath hitch.

It was the man sitting on the couch.

Oswald Cobblepot. The Penguin.

You froze.

It had been during your first week at the GCPD back when you were still learning the ropes, shadowing Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. You remembered walking into Fish Mooney’s club, the atmosphere thick with cigar smoke and whispered deals. And there he was. The umbrella boy. Scrawny, meek, and eager to please, hovering near Fish like a loyal dog.

That was the man sitting before you now only this wasn’t the same Oswald. He was thinner, paler, his usual pompous attitude dulled by exhaustion, but his sharp eyes still carried that same calculating glint.

Your heart pounded as the weight of the situation settled in.

You were standing in Edward Nygma’s apartment. And Edward Nygma was harboring a criminal.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up. You turned sharply toward the door, instincts screaming at you to leave, to report this, to do something but before you could take a step, hands gripped your shoulders.

“Wait!”

You flinched at the contact. His hands, usually so delicate when handling evidence, felt like iron now. His fingers dug in, not painfully, but firm too firm. He was trying to keep you here.

“Y/n, please just listen.” His voice was high and frantic, not the usual steady, confident tone he used when rattling off crime scene details. His body was close, too close, his warmth pressing against your back. You could hear his breath, quick and uneven.

Your pulse skyrocketed. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

This was Edward sweet, nerdy Edward who always brought you coffee, who stammered when he got too excited, who sent you riddles on your phone just to make you laugh. The same Edward you had God help you started to like.

And now he was standing between you and the door, trying to keep you from leaving.

You pushed against his grip, but he held firm.

“Edward,” you hissed. “Let me go.”

“I can’t.” His voice cracked. “Not until you understand.”

Understand what? That he had gone insane? That the man you thought you knew was keeping a wanted criminal in his apartment like some twisted house guest?

You struggled again, but his grip only tightened.

“You’re panicking,” he said quickly, his breath fanning against your ear. “I know this is shocking, but please, Y/n, just let me explain”

“She doesn’t need you to explain, Nygma,” Oswald interrupted.

His voice sent a chill down your spine.

You finally wrenched yourself free from Edward’s grasp and stumbled a step forward, putting space between you both. Your breath came in quick bursts as you turned toward Oswald, who was watching the scene with an amused smirk despite his obvious injuries.

“Please, tell me she’s not actually surprised,” Oswald said, gesturing lazily toward you. His voice was hoarse, weaker than you remembered, but still laced with that familiar arrogance. “You’re a detective, darling. Surely, you’ve noticed something’s been off with your friend?”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “Shut up, Cobblepot.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you do remember me.”

Unfortunately.

Your head spun. There was too much happening at once. Your mind screamed at you to act, to arrest someone, to run, to do something but you were frozen in place.

Edward took a cautious step toward you. “Please, just let me explain.”

You snapped your gaze back to him.

“You’re housing Penguin,” you spat. “What explanation could possibly make that okay?”

Edward flinched, his lips parting as if he had an answer ready, but before he could speak.

“I can give you a better one,” Oswald cut in, his smirk widening. “Why don’t we talk about what else Eddie has been up to?”

You went still.

Edward’s face drained of color. “Don’t.”

Oswald’s smirk didn’t falter. He leaned back against the couch, watching you carefully. “Oh, she doesn’t know, does she?”

Edward’s hand twitched. You looked between them, your stomach twisting into knots.

“What is he talking about?” you demanded.

Edward clenched his jaw, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose. His whole body was tense, every muscle locked as if he were preparing for a fight.

“The girl,” Oswald said simply. “Kristin Kringle.”

Your breath hitched.

Your hand flew to your mouth.

No.

No, no, no.

Kristin.

You knew that name. She had worked at the GCPD, sweet but sharp, always polite in passing. You hadn’t known her well, but she had been there and then one day, she wasn’t. She had left. That’s what everyone said. Moved away. Or at least, that’s what Edward had said.

Your stomach twisted violently.

Slowly, as if in a trance, you turned toward Edward. He wasn’t looking at you anymore. His gaze was fixed on the floor, his hands shaking at his sides.

“…Ed?”

Nothing.

Oswald let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, dear. You really are slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” He turned toward Edward. “Go on, Eddie. Tell her what happened to dear Kristin. Or should I?”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

Edward’s breathing grew rapid. “I”

You shook your head. “No. No, tell me this isn’t”

He swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t mean to”

Your whole body went cold.

Kristin wasn’t gone. She hadn’t moved away. She was dead. Because of Edward.

The same Edward who had made you laugh on long shifts, who had always seemed so eager to help, who had

Who had lied to you.

You staggered back a step, bile rising in your throat.

“Y/n,” Edward started, reaching toward you. “Please, just listen”

But you flinched away, breathing hard.

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You didn’t know how long you sat there.

Oswald Cobblepot was beside you on the bed, his presence like a ghost at your side, cold and unwelcome. Every time you glanced at him, a shiver ran down your spine. His pale, calculating eyes flickered to you occasionally, a smug knowing in his gaze. He was enjoying this watching the truth unravel right in front of you.

Meanwhile, Edward was pacing.

Back and forth.

His long legs carried him across the room in frantic strides, his hands twisting together as he muttered under his breath. His mind was racing, calculating every possible outcome, every potential disaster. You knew that look. It was the look of a man trying to solve an impossible puzzle, one with too many variables, too many risks. you were the biggest risk of all.

You sighed.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you as you looked at him, watching the sheer panic that had taken hold. If you were here, then it was only a matter of time before someone Jim, Harvey came looking for you. And Edward knew that.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at you, his glasses slightly fogged from how hard he was breathing. His whole body was taut with tension, like he was one wrong word away from completely breaking apart.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You stared at him for a moment before exhaling.

Then, slowly, you stood up.

Edward immediately took a step back, his whole body rigid, watching you as if you were about to pull a gun on him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you looked him straight in the eye and said, “I won’t say anything.”

Silence.

Edward blinked at you. His lips parted slightly, his brows furrowing as if he couldn’t quite process the words. “…What?”

You crossed your arms. “You heard me.”

His expression twisted, suspicion creeping in. “Why would I believe that?” His voice was shaking, filled with something between fear and desperation. “You’re a detective, your job is exactly against that.”

Your chest tightened.

He didn’t trust you. And why should he? You were a cop, and he was well, this. A criminal. A murderer.

He took a slow step toward you, his head tilting slightly. “You could leave here and go straight to Jim and Harvey. And then what? What happens to me? To Oswald?”

You felt another chill at the mention of Oswald, but you didn’t turn to look at him.

You didn’t want to look at him.

Instead, your focus stayed on Edward the man you had once believed was incapable of something like this. you just didn’t care the way you were supposed to.

Edward was spiraling. His hands were shaking now. His whole body screamed paranoia, and you knew if you didn’t do something now, he might make a decision that neither of you could come back from.

So, you did the only thing you could think of. You reached out, grabbed his tie, and yanked him down and kissed him… maybe this was more for you than anything.

Edward made a muffled noise of surprise, his whole body tensing.

For a moment, he didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. Then, slowly, his hands came up, gripping your waist as he kissed you back, hesitant at first then deeper. His panic melted into something else entirely, something raw and real. His fingers curled against your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

You should have felt disgusted with yourself. You should have. But you didn’t. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were wide, glassy, his breath uneven.

“…Oh,” he whispered.

You swallowed hard. “Does that answer your question?” A beat of silence.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Oswald groaned from the bed, breaking the moment entirely. “That’s your proof? That’s it?”

Edward turned his head sharply, his expression darkening. “Oswald”

“No, no,” Oswald huffed, waving a hand. “Forgive me if I don’t find a little kiss to be a solid alibi. Who’s to say she doesn’t walk out of here and still go to Gordon?”

Edward’s hands twitched against you.

For a moment, you thought he might reconsider letting you go.

But then, slowly, he stepped back.

His fingers brushed his lips absentmindedly, his gaze flickering between you and the door.

Finally, he nodded.

“Go,” he whispered.

You hesitated, glancing at Oswald who just smirked bitterly at you before looking back at Edward.

“…thank you” you said softly.

Edward let out a shaky breath, then smiled.

“don’t make me regret this”

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The precinct was buzzing with activity.

Detectives rushed from desk to desk, officers fielded phone calls, and the usual tension that came with working in the GCPD hung in the air like cigarette smoke. The case against Theo Galavan was reaching a boiling point, and everyone was on edge including you.

But your nerves had nothing to do with Galavan. You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the open case file in front of you. Words and crime scene photos blurred together as your thoughts spiraled.

Edward. Penguin. Kristin Kringle.

The secrets you now carried felt like weights around your neck, suffocating and heavy. You were a detective, trained to uphold the law, to seek justice. You worked with Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock two men who would never let something like this slide… well they would but how much Harvey bullies him he’d do it in a second.

You had sat in Edward’s apartment, heard the truth, and then kissed him. You had let him go. Your fingers tightened around the file in front of you. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Hey.”

You jolted slightly as Jim’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

Looking up, you found him standing across from your desk, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place. But his sharp eyes too observant for their own good were locked onto you with scrutiny.

“You alright?” he asked.

Your mouth went dry.

You had worked with Jim long enough to know that he wasn’t just asking to be polite. He knew something was off.

“I’m fine,” you answered quickly.

Jim didn’t look convinced. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all morning.”

“I’m just tired.” You forced a small, tired smile. “You know how it is.”

Jim held your gaze for a long moment, clearly debating whether or not to push further. But then, a uniformed officer called his name from across the bullpen.

With a final, lingering look, he turned away. As soon as he was gone, you exhaled sharply. You needed to get out of here.

Without wasting another second, you pushed back from your desk, grabbed a random file to make it look like you had a purpose, and speed walked down the hallway.

To anyone else, it would seem normal just another detective heading to the records room to pull information.

But your heart was pounding.

You slipped inside the records room and shut the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to calm yourself.

Your whole body felt too warm, too wired. The panic that had been simmering inside you since last night was reaching a breaking point. You had never kept something this big from Jim or Harvey before.

You weren’t even sure why you were keeping it now. You groaned quietly, pressing a hand to your forehead. You felt stupid like a rookie detective who had been played. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the hum of a flickering fluorescent light overhead. Shelves stacked with case files loomed around you, but you weren’t here for a file. You were here to breathe. To think. To process the whirlwind of events that had turned your world upside down in the span of a single night.

Edward had killed Kristin Kringle.

Edward had been hiding Oswald Cobblepot. And you had let him go.

You squeezed your eyes shut, dragging a hand down your face.

You weren’t stupid. Jim was already suspicious. He hadn’t pushed you not yet but it was only a matter of time. And when that time came, what were you going to say? That you’d harbored a criminal? That you’d ignored a confession to murder? That you had kissed Edward Nygma as some desperate way to convince him to let you leave?

Your stomach churned.

You weren’t just a detective. You were a damn good one. You had worked too hard, pushed through too much, to be here to be respected in a department filled with men who looked down on you. And now, you had just thrown everything away for Edward fucking Nygma.

A creak from the doorway made your breath hitch.

You turned sharply, heart jumping into your throat, only to see him.

Edward.

He stood just inside the room, the door shutting softly behind him. His green eyes flickered under the dim light, watching you carefully. He looked different now not frantic, not unraveling. Just… composed. As if, after everything, he had made peace with his actions.

He smiled soft, almost shy. “I thought I might find you here.”

Your pulse quickened. “Edward,” you warned. “What are you doing?”

He took a slow step forward. “I was worried about you.”

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “Worried? About me?” You gestured vaguely at him. “You murdered your girlfriend, Ed. You’ve been hiding Oswald. And I” Your voice faltered. You swallowed, lowering it to a harsh whisper. “I didn’t turn you in. You should be worried about yourself.”

Edward’s eyes softened. “That’s exactly why I’m worried about you.”

You stiffened.

“You could have run straight to Gordon.” He took another slow step. “You could have told him everything. And yet… here you are. Alone. Thinking.” His head tilted, a knowing glint in his gaze. “You’re struggling with it, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Edward was smart too smart. He had always been able to read people, to see the patterns in their behavior. And right now, he was reading you like a book.

You clenched your fists. “It doesn’t matter what I’m struggling with,” you said. “What matters is that you killed someone, Ed. And no matter how much you try to justify it, that doesn’t just go away.”

Edward sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know.” He looked away, pressing his lips together before glancing back at you. “But does it change the way you see me?”

You swallowed.Did it?

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to say that knowing what he had done made you disgusted, that you could never look at him the same way again. That the boyish, awkward forensic scientist you had shared coffee with every morning was gone.

But then you thought of the way he had looked at you last night terrified, desperate, human. The way he had kissed you back like you were the only thing tethering him to sanity.

The way your own heart had raced, not out of fear, but out of something far more dangerous.

You took a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”

Edward studied you carefully, then nodded. As if he had expected that answer.

Silence settled between you.

Then, Edward took another step forward, and you didn’t stop him.

His fingers brushed your wrist just barely, a ghost of a touch. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t move away. You didn’t know why.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he murmured. “I don’t expect you to understand. But… I need you to know that you’re important to me.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat.

“I’ve always noticed you, Y/n,” he continued, his voice quiet but steady. “Long before all of this. Before Kristin, before Oswald, before… everything. I noticed the way you actually listened to me when I rambled. The way you never brushed me off like the others did. The way you smiled when I brought you coffee.” His lips twitched, almost wistful. “The way you solved riddles faster than anyone else.”

You swallowed, unable to look away from him.

“You’re not just another detective to me,” he whispered. “You never have been.”

Your chest ached.

This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he could say these things now when everything was already too messy, too complicated.

You forced yourself to take a step back. Edward’s expression fell slightly, but he didn’t move to stop you.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Edward nodded slowly. “I know.”

A heavy silence stretched between you.

You didn’t know what this was anymore. You didn’t know what you were doing, what you were feeling, what was right or wrong.

“You made a choice,” Edward said softly. “A choice to protect me.”

You looked at him, heart hammering against your ribs.

It was easy too easy to forget what he had done when he looked at you like that. When his voice softened, when his hands were so careful with yours. Your lips parted, but you didn’t know what you were about to say.

Before you could figure it out, the door to the records room creaked open. You both tensed. A uniformed officer poked his head in, oblivious to the tension in the air.

“Hey, Detective, Gordon’s looking for you.”

Your heart stopped.

Edward’s grip on your hand tightened for the briefest moment then, just as quickly, he let go, stepping back.

You forced yourself to nod. “Right. I’ll be there in a sec.”

The officer left without a second glance.

You turned back to Edward.

His expression was unreadable, but something flickered behind his eyes.

“Go,” he murmured.

You hesitated. Then, without another word, you slipped out the door, leaving him alone in the records room.

#edward nygma gotham x reader #edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics #dc #dc universe #gotham x reader #gotham #edward nygma x reader

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acapelladitty · 1 year ago

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Oswald Cobblepot/Reader - Teasing 💖🐧

Summary: A commission for the absolutely lovely @nygmanotnashton in which Oswald Cobblepot finds himself on the receiving end of some fun teasing.

A surprisingly warm late afternoon had forced a full retreat to Ozzie's office as it was one of the few areas within the Iceberg Lounge to possess enough tasteful luxuries to make the suspicious heat seem bearable.

As always, Ozzie had immediately taken up residence in his favourite chair, more of a throne really, while you settled yourself comfortably against the solid oak desk, perched with your legs hanging off the side to block the stack of drawers which were built-in to the furniture.

Ozzie's thick fingers move with surprising dexterity as he taps away on his phone with a casual pace. A soft silence hangs in the air as you split your attention between your hanging legs, bouncing off the small brass handles of each drawer, and the uncomfortable way in which your shirt is clinging to your sweat-slicked back. The evening plans were long set and a gentle rumble in your stomach sparked a fresh excitement for the restaurant which Ozzie had booked for you both.

An Italian with a four month advance in bookings.

Well, four months to anyone who wasn’t Oswald Cobblepot and his plus one.

"You're quiet." Ozzie mutters, catching your attention with a quick nudge of your leg.

Looking up, you met his gaze and the questioning look there forces a small smile to tug at your lips as you pick up on his unspoken concern.

"I'm just thinking, Oz." You answer, tapping the heel of your foot against the wood. "Nothing too fun or exciting."

"What would it take to make my pretty bird sing then?" He hummed in response, running his finger along your clothed knee until his palm enclosed the joint to rub at it gently. "A new foreign car? Some expensive trinkets? Or should I say, more expensive trinkets? How about a full inch?"

"Only an inch?" You cut in quickly while your body shifts, ghosting your shoe along the bulge in his slacks as you tease him with a sudden playfulness. "Now i’m worried. What happened to the rest of it?"

Ozzie’s laughter is easy and open, his large chest shaking with the effort as he fixes you with a heated glance.

"Keep your foot there and you'll be seeing it sooner than you think, dear."

He leans forward and makes to reach for the drawers which are hidden behind your legs. Sensing another opportunity for some fun, you spread your legs for him to reach between, rather than moving them off to the side. A salacious move which nets you another small chuckle as he presses his knuckles to the inside of your thigh before pulling free the middle drawer.

Unable to see what he's doing, you instead allow your eyes to wander past him to the extravagant fish tank which sits behind his desk. Fish of many colours and sizes flutter around the water with the casualness of creatures that know they're well fed and taken care of.

A feeling you know well, and one which makes a goofy smile tug at your mouth as you drop your eyes to Ozzie once more and lean forward enough to run a gentle finger along the back of his exposed neck.

"You're trying to kill me today." He growls, shuddering at the soft touch. His neck had always been particularly sensitive, and you exploited that fact with unrivalled joy.

Leaning back, his thick body filling his chair like the king he were, thick fingers produced a stack of crisp, neat bills which were wrapped together by a straining rubber band; the heft of the bills easily sitting at over an inch wide as he quickly thumbed through the money to ensure it was all there.

"Would this be enough?" A teasing smile touched at Ozzie's thin lips, the edges curling upwards as he held the stack of money out.

"Hmm," you pretend to think it over for dramatic effect, "I could probably buy something nice to wear out for dinner and then something even nicer for you to rip off after."

Reaching for the money, you find it snatched away in an instant.

"Hey-"

"Nothing for nothing, my darling."

"Ozzie, please. You don't have to-"

"Nothing for nothing." He repeats, the words gruff yet bordering on a sing-song quality as he reclines in his chair even further.

Grumbling playfully as you were forced from your comfortable perch, you join him on his chair - carefully placing your knees on either side of his bulging frame as you lean gently against his expansive chest.

Catching his lips in your own, he tastes of red wine and you groan into his mouth as he reacts to you immediately; wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he enjoys the messy kiss. His presence envelops you and you bite at his lower lip until you pull away to catch your breath a little.

"Maybe I should treat you to something nice. I think the King of Gotham deserves a little something for being so kind and generous to a poor little waif like me."

"Poor little waif." He repeats with a squawking guffaw. "You're too cruel for such a title. Besides, don't waste my money on me. Treat yourself and show the world that Oswald Cobbelpot knows how to keep his little bird sweet."

Dropping your hand to his crotch, you roughly cup at the heft of his bulge through his slacks.

"I wasn't talking about money." You growl into his ear and a satisfying delight washes through your overheated body as he visibly shivers in response to your unspoken promise of a much more physical treat later in the evening

#oswald cobblepot #penguin x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #penguin x you #oswald cobblepot x you #penguin #gotham rogues #batman villains #oz cobblepot

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navree · 5 months ago

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the penguin show apparently making oswald cobblepot (i'm not calling him fucking oz not a chance) a monster along with reeves saying that riddler and the flood at the end of the movie was gonna be the "birth" of the supervillain, we will be seeing a joker who tortures a four foot six ninety pound fifteen year old boy out of nothing more than a desire to see him suffer, trust!

#personal #i pray every day for reeves verse death in the family #i want battinson with our bright eyed bushy tailed jason before the joker rips him away in the cruelest form imaginable #i wanna see what that does to him

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fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes · 1 year ago

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Oswald Cobblepot Going Ice Skating with You (Fluff ⛸🐧🧊)

Even just putting a shoe on his injured foot is impossible.

However, he's content to watch you glide across the ice, whether that be with a warm beverage in his hand or by walking around the side fence to stay close to you. Ozzie is entranced by you - even if you aren't good at ice skating.

As much as he'd love just the sight of you, he might still try to move on the ice as well, probably by wearing a proper ice skating shoe on his better food, and by wearing slightly high heels on the other for his feet to be at the same height.

Ice skating is still something he has to re-learn after not having done it for a long time. Oswald has very happy memories of it: Gertrude loved everything to do with music and dance, so she also loved the elegant movements that can be made on the ice.

Despite his safety precautions, he doesn't have the illusion of complete safety: he needs something to hold onto, preferably not you, because he'd prefer not to make you fall.

Now comes the thing: if you've ever gone ice skating, you might have seen certain mobility aids: the penguins. The figures with two handles that are often big enough that adults can use them. Yep. Oswald might not limp on the ice but he won't get rid of the penguin-coding 😄 Here's a picture for reference:

Hold on, let me change that to a more Gotham-accurate color grading:

I had to 🤭😂

Despite the probably somber and not at all sparkly ambience of Gotham, you two have a great time. Managing to move across the ice might be a challenge, but it's one most welcome for someone whose challenges are usually of the deadly sort. It's also cold, which means that there will be lots of cuddles afterwards 🥰.

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eggcompany · 1 year ago

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Neighbors to Fucking

Someone new moves in next door to the Cobblepots. Oswald just hopes their better than the loud downstairs neighbors. Luckily for him it's someone sweet, hot, and very bold int what he wants. One thing leads to another and suddenly Oswald's standing in his binder tell Ed he wants everything the other boy can give him.

“Mother, I think someone’s moving in next door! Do you care if I go see?” Oswald called to his mother as he pulled on his maroon sweater.

“Of course baby, be careful though. Might be some hussy coming to try and take you away! My very handsome baby boy!” Mrs. Kapelput said and pinched at Oswald’s soft cheeks. Her boy smiled and pulled away.

“I know mother, I’ll be okay. See you later.” Oswald said as he fixed his sleeves and took a glance at himself in a small mirror.

He opened the door and poked his head out. There were only two apartments on this floor. Theirs and one more. It had been empty for a while.

Perhaps though someone cool was moving in.

Hopefully someone quiet.

The people below them were loud. Talking, stomping, bad music, rude language, loud sex. It was dreadful. Horribly dreadful.

Oswald was always quiet and light on his feet. He’d been told a quiet child was a good child when he was a toddler by his babysitter. It had stuck with him.

He snuck out to the hallway, absentmindedly squishing his bottom lip between his teeth.

The door was open a crack and a box was set outside of it. Oswald ventured closer to it to heard some commotion inside the room. He peaked to see if he could see but then the door was wide open and a disheveled looking boy was standing in it.

Oswald was surprised but couldn’t take his eyes away from the beautiful brown eyes, neat brown hair , void of a few loose strands, high sharp cheekbones, the boy was taller than him by at least half a foot. All slim and sharp and neat and pointy.

Finally the other boy finished looking at Oswald in the same way and smiled and stuck out his hand. A sparkly perfectly paper white smile, all straight and amazing…

“Edward Nygma, nice to meet you.” Oswald smiled and shook his warm tanned hand. A very nice hand, strong and warm, and oh his heart was on fire.

“Oswe- Oswald Cobblepot, I live in the other apartment with my mother. It’s been a while since we’ve had a new neighbor.” Oswald struggled, face painted a deep red at both the fact lord pretty boy very pretty boy and that he nearly screwed up his own name.

Edward stood there smiling down at him for a moment before clearing his throat and looking away. Oswald came back to himself and huffed a breath and recovered.

“Do your parents live here too or…?” Oswald asked nervously as he twiddled with his cuffs.

“Oh no I moved out by myself. I’m apprenticing at the GCPD.” The burnette chuckled out, he found it amusing that the boy thought he was younger.

“Oh… how old are you? I’ve gotta be older than you.” Oswald said and put a hand on his hip. There was no way Edward was older than him. His laugh kinda got under Oswald’s skin too, it made him want to sass.

“I’m twenty.” Edward stated and Oswald just shook his head.

“No” Oswald stated.

“Um… yes I turned twenty a while ago actually. Why? How old are you?” Edward asked, curious about the shorter boy. He was an odd duck. Looked like an odd duck, spoke like an odd duck too.

“Nineteen. You look like a baby! You’re like twelve, you're just tall.” The black haired boy teased and looked the other up and down.

“You are the baby though. It’s only a year though… I bet we can hang out or something. If you wanna get outta your place you can help me unpack if you like.” Edward offered. He had only met some of the men who worked in the GCPD. No one his age, no one half as cute as the other boy. Plus he had a lot of stuff to unpack.

“Oh yes! Sounds fun, I like being nosy.” Oswald said giddy as he hopped gently on his good leg.

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“Can you play it again? I was almost asleep.” Oswald jokes from the other boy's couch. Ed was so good at playing the piano. He loved to come over after dinner and listen to him practice.

The smooth rhythm always lulled him into a near sleep, he’d never slept over anywhere other than his own house but Edward’s lovely playing on the old piano always got him nearly there.

“If you want you can sleep over here. We could watch a movie or something?” Ed offered from where he was stretching his arms above his head. He liked hanging out with the other boy. He was cool, knew a lot about odd stuff, was good to talk to, and yeah it was nice having such a cute guy around. Especially one who gave such nice hugs.

Edward was sort of sleepy himself. He’d made a pretty filling dinner and he’d walked all over the city during the day. A movie and a sleepover seemed like a great way to end the day.

Ed turned to see Oswald pulling his shoes back on and nervously backing toward the door.

“Oh I’m actually- I have stuff to do tonight actually so I better get going actually. Bye Ed!” Oswald said in a hurry and slammed the door behind him, leaving the brunette in a bit of a shock.

“Oh alright. Bye Ozzie see you tomorrow” Edward said to the backside of the door. Well… he could always watch a movie by himself.

But as he watched some stupid old gangster movie with his old blanket wrapped around just himself he realized he sort of… craved the other boy’s presence.

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“I want to kiss you.” Ed said and looked at Oswald who was sitting in the chair. Oswald coughed choking on air and looked over at Ed and his perfect posture and sculpted arms.

It was a warm day, too warm, scorching really. Ed’s terrible air conditioning barely kept it below baking in the small apartment so they were in the Cobblepot residence. Oswald had only slightly better air conditioning and had his standing fan.

They were dressed in only slightly above skimpy clothes. Since Mrs. Kapelput was out, Ed was dressed in his plain white undershirt and his boxer shorts adorned with small green and black stripes. Oswald tried not to oogle but he’d given up. Edward was very pretty. Strong, lean, tan, handsome, manly… very nice on the eyes.

Oswald himself was wearing his own boxer briefs, dark purple with black elastic at the top, and a three sizes too big t-shirt with a penguin embroidered on the breast.

“What!” Oswald croaked, his face turning to a burning red, and Ed patted the seat next to him. As if it was just an offer to share a soda.

“Kissing. I want to kiss you.” Oswald stared at him with his mouth open a bit and his eyes wide but moved to sit in the spot Ed had patted. It was as if his feet moved on their own, his heart racing and his mind blank.

“I like you Ozzie, I think you’re pretty, I want to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” Edward asked with a light hint of amusement in his voice.

Oswald got a sick feeling in his stomach and he nervously pushed his arm against his side where his binder dug into his squishy side.

“Just a little one, a little kiss” Edward coaxed and brought his hand up to the side of Oswald’s face, cradling his warm cheek.

“Okay” Oswald breathed and let his eyes close as Edward leaned in.

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“Can we kiss again tomorrow?” Oswald asked dreamily as he held Edward’s hand by the door. Edward leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“We can kiss every time you come over. We could do more than kissing too.” Ed whispered into the other’s ear which just made Oswald blush a cherry red and turn towards his own door.

“Oh um… kissing you is good.” Oswald mumbled and walked back to his own door, leaving the older boy to get ready for work. Definity not because he was getting ideas about… more than kissing . Definitely not.

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“Ed, Ed, quit.” Oswald struggled to pull away from his boyfriend's warm body. His lips and teeth felt so so good but were just getting too low on his collarbones.

Ed pulled back with a disappointed look and looked up at his boyfriend who sat so perfectly in his lap. Oz was just so soft and warm and that ass … fucking plush .

He was plush all over. Covered in the gentle scent of baby powder and plain shampoo he used. And the small whimpers and pants he let out only drive Edward closer and closer to tearing his jeans off.

“Too much baby?” Ed asked and rubbed his thumbs on the others hips, bones covered by a perfect layer of pudge. He didn’t want it to be too much. It wasn’t nearly enough for Ed. He wanted more. Needed more.

“I just it’s-“ Is all Oswald could get out before tears started rolling down his face. He wanted Ed so bad. His thighs were sticky with how much he needed Ed.

Ed pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. Salty tears sticking to his lips when he pulled back.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to. You know I love doing this too.” Ed said in a smooth loving way and Oswald just shook his head and whimpered out a-

“I want to” and Ed just rubbed his back and hummed. Vibrating up through his chest to Oswald’s, like salve on a burn, Oswald just sniffled.

“I want to also. But I don’t wanna see you cry. Well at least not like this.” Edward said with just a hint of innuendo at the end as he nuzzled into Oswald’s cheek.

The black haired boy wiped at his face and almost chuckled to himself.

“I just like you so much” He said and let the scent of Ed’s kiwi body wash float up into his nose. It always seemed to calm him down.

“I like you too.” Ed said and let himself trace up the side of Oswald’s pale neck, teeth grabbing onto skin every so often creating little marks in their wake.

“Would you like me if I wasn’t a boy?” Oswald whispered so quietly Edward barely even caught the anxiety riddled question. He pulled back and looked into the denim blue eyes of the other.

“I’d like you if you were a cat… but I’d rather not have sex with a cat.” Edward tried to ease the other boy’s palpable anxiety.

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“You take off yours first.” Oswald said and watched Edward smoothly pull his plain white t-shirt up over his head to reveal his tanned slightly toned body. Beautiful tanned toned muscular manly body with a light trail of brown hair leading down his pants and a deep v-line basically begging to lead somewhere down below his jeans…

“Well that’s not fair.” Oswald said and looked down at his own soft tummy covered by his black button up and dark purple sweater. He never specifically felt bad about his body in that way but ugh… he could never compare.

Ed smiled and unbuttoned his black slacks.

“Will it be fair if these come off too?” He said and started to push them down over his ass.

Oz nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, watching Ed push them down over his thighs and kick them off when they pooled on the floor. He was only wearing a pair of green boxer briefs.

Long slender tanned legs, a few small scars on knees and a longer one across his thigh.

Beautiful.

Ed flexed a bit and turned to show off his body. Smooth, tan, muscular, perky ass, and noticeable bulge making Oswald feel even more inferior.

“Fair enough to get a peek at you now?” Ed asked and moved to stand in front of the fully dressed boy. Oswald swallowed and conceded. Barely able to keep his eyes above his collarbones.

“Just… ugh I hate you” Oswald said and Ed snickered as he watched Oswald pull off his sweater then hesitate on the buttons of his shirt.

Ed stepped up to him and kissed him, slowly and warmly, lovingly , grabbing his pale clammy hands and moving them to his own sides.

“It’s alright. Wanna feel your skin on mine.” Ed said and Oswald could barely breathe as he felt the dips and curves of Ed’s body, all the way to the paths leading down to his soft short happy trail.

Ed was so warm, strong feeling, sturdy, his breathing was even and his heart was beating steady and true, it nearly made Oswald dizzy. Ed was everything .

Ed kissed him gently and thumbed open the top two buttons and moved to suck a mark on Oswald’s shoulder. Until he got stopped by a strap and then he simply moved to the other side and thumbed open the rest of the buttons.

Ed stepped back with a kiss to the shorter man’s lips. Noticing Oswald was trembling, tears lazily running down his face, he looked like he was holding himself there by sheer willpower. Like he wanted to run away.

Oswald stood there, shirt open exposing his soft porcelain pale belly and purple binding top.

“Adorable” Ed said before pulling Oswald chest to chest with him and kissing him deeply again, their tongues mingling together. Their mouths tinged with the taste of salt from the short boy’s tears but was soon chased away with the iron whisper of blood as Edward sucked harshly at Oswald's bottom lip as he pulled away.

“Can I take it off Ozzie? It’s not safe to keep those on during such… strenuous activities.” Edward asked and ran his fingers along the bottom band of the binder, noting in his mind that it was indeed far too tight and far too worn. A proper new one would have to arrive in the mail soon.

He was lost in thought he nearly missed his boyfriend’s whispered question.

“Am I still a good boyfriend?” Oswald asked in such a serious way it nearly hurt Ed’s head to hear.

“’Course” Ed whispered back and looked into the ocean blue eyes that were still red rimmed. Oswald swallowed, audibly, and nodded, pulling a brave face.

“Go ahead.” Oswald said and relaxed his arms, allowing Edward to pull the bottom of the binder up and over his head and over his arms.

Oswald closed his eyes, looking as though he was anticipating a slap to the face or worse.

“The best boyfriend,” Ed said, kissing Oswald’s eyelids. The shorter boy gasped, his lips falling open a bit at the gentle touch.

“Most handsome” he said and kissed down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands laying on his hips. Gripping only so gently, squeezing just to feel the warm flesh between his fingers.

“Brilliant” Ed said and kissed down the other’s collarbones and toward the center of his chest. Ed was bending down on his knees, one small drop and he could be face to face with the treasure hidden under Oswald’s black jeans.

However Oswald’s trembling hands on his shoulders drew him back to stand.

“And all mine” Edward said and pulled Oswald toward him and kissed him deeply.

Their chests met and Oswald gasped as his tender nipples grazed across Ed’s torso. He whined and almost whimpered at the way his breasts squished against Ed’s flat stomach.

Oswald wasn’t… well he was. He was busty . He hated it ever since he started developing breasts. They were big and heavy and in the way and made his shoulders hurt and made bra straps dig into him and he just hated it. He hated them even more when he figured out he was a boy. They were like neon signs saying he was born a female.

However, Edward was like a dream.

Nearly E cups and Ed was ignoring them. He rather let his hands run up and down Oswald’s back, warming trails under them, down the dip to his waist, where his whole body pinched in in a rather feminine way, and to grab a handful of ass. Oswald jumped when Ed’s hand creeped into his back pocket to grab his ass.

However he was getting lost in the way Ed’s hands were traveling across his body, the way they were pressed together, the way Ed was fucking moving and grinding against him.

When he moved again to kiss at Oswald’s ear and suck on his earlobe.

“Are you okay with it?” Oswald whispered, needing reassurance as his thighs became sticky and his body burned alive with need. He couldn’t even help that he rocked his hips up with the rhythm Ed had set.

“What’re you okay with?” Ed asked and pulled back from where he was mouthing and biting, to give Oswald another deep kiss. He moved his hands back up to cradle Oswald’s face.

“I dunno… want you to- to touch me. Wanna take my pants off” Oswald said quietly and Ed chuckled.

He let his hands move to lay under Oswald’s breasts. Heat practically radiated from them, begging to be played with and held. Oswald looked down at Ed’s hands, and back up to his eyes a few times in confusion and shock. Rosy faced and kiss swollen lips causing Ed’s cock to throb in his underwear.

“Ozzie, do you want me to touch these?” Ed asked, fire in his tone.

“Yes” The other boy breathed out and Ed was on him again. His hands gently cupping his breasts and thumbing at his nipples. Oswald winced and Ed pulled back only a bit.

“Tender, um the binder it makes them tender.” Oswald explained breathlessly and Ed nodded and kissed him a few more times before moving to take a knee in front of him. Ed kissed around his slightly fuzzy stomach as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dark jeans.

He yanked them roughly down off Oswald’s pale legs, loving the way his thighs jiggled with the motion, the way his lavender briefs were discolored with wetness, the way his scent was so intoxicating Ed barely noticed his hair was being pulled.

“ Yes , please Ed, just, ah, just touch me. Touch me there.” Oswald begged as he gripped the brunette's gel wet hair. Ed bit into one of those plush thighs and hummed.

“Bed, bed and I’ll make you really cry.” Ed practically growled out and Oswald let out a high whine and pulled at Edward, his hair, his shoulders, his hips, until they were kissing again.

Then Ed was pulling Oswald forward as he took steps back until Oswald was breathless from kissing and being spun around and laid flat on the bed.

“Say you want it, say you want me, tell me what I can give you” Edward panted from the foot of the bed. He was burning up.

His cock was straining against his underwear as he stared down at his beautiful boyfriend laid out and wanton. Oswald was… more beautiful than anyone else Edward had ever been with or had ever even seen. His blushing pale skin was lightly dusted in barley there freckles, traveling from his cheekbones down over his shoulders and few adorned the top crest of his breast where they laid against his rapidly rising and falling chest, each breath making them move like waves, his pink nipples pointed and hard in the cool apartment air, his belly begging to be nibbled at, caressed, and at the precipice of his tender plush thighs where his briefs laid low on his hips, the wet fabric clung to the delicate skin underneath. Ed salivated at the sight of Oswald’s folds under the thin fabric.

Oswald didn’t know what to say, what to do, he was melting and freezing all at once, gripping at Ed’s soft worn sheets. He’d never let anyone see him like this, let one touch him. It was… Ed.

Ed was everything.

“Everything, Ed. I want you to give me everything.” Oswald finally begged and watched as Ed grinned and climbed onto the bed like a cat. He was hovering over Oswald, letting their noses caress for a moment.

“Ozzie, I can’t hold myself back anymore. You’re killing me.” Edward said in a near begging voice and let one hand grab at the other’s underwear.

His mind was rolling, twisting and bending all at once. He was made of need. His cock was taking over his brain, it was terrifying.

And exciting.

Oswald was nodding and let his own hands push at the offensive green fabric of Edward’s underwear.

“Yes, yes, off, off ” Oswald moaned out and finally let himself be okay with what was happening. He was going to have sex with Ed.

“What a good boy” Ed whispered into Oswald’s ear before sitting back on his heels to pull both their underwear off. Kicking his own off the bed.

Fuck… Oswald was somewhere else when that left Ed’s lips. Some other planet. Somewhere where his cock was throbbing and Ed was the only other thing that ever existed.

And he didn’t come back to actual Earth until Ed was cradling his weak, melted body against his own panting chest whispering in Oswald’s ear.

“Eddie…” Oswald whispered in a thick fog of wondrous pleasurable afterglow.

“Hey, my love, are you okay? Are you awake now?” Ed asked and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s belly. The short boy hummed and rolled onto his side to nuzzle into Ed’s chest. He then realized three things.

He was wearing a pair of underwear that were absolutely his own.

He was wearing a shirt that was absolutely not his own.

His insides fucking hurt.

“Eddie, ugh, hurts” Oswald whined and pushed at his own stomach, low over where his cervix was bruised and slightly bleeding. The small mark in his underwear later would confirm that, yeah, Edward made him bleed.

“I’m sorry, baby. Was I too rough? You just sounded so… oh , so beautiful.” Ed said and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s back covered in one of Ed’s own oversized sleep shirts. Oswald just whined and felt very very tired.

“Wanna sleep Eddie. Wanna snuggle.” Oswald said in a whiney nearly childish voice and shoved himself harder into Ed’s body.

Ed just hummed and relaxed back onto the bed, letting Oswald lay half on top of him. He’d fucked Oswald till the other boy had actually cried so no wonder Ozzie was so tired. He’d cum at least twice with Ed’s cock buried inside him and the brunette playing with his small cock.

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