#oswalda cobblepot x rupert thorne

[katy-l1988]

Toxic Love

A toxic relationship like the one the Joker and Harley would have, the difference is that here these two would be independent.

That means that if Oswalda has to kill ten of Thorne's men to get what she wants, she will, and vice versa. The only ones immune are them, as well as Matthew and maybe...Ronald.

And nope, I have no arguments for this ship, beyond this single interaction:

[rae-raewrites]

Momma bird

Oswalda cobbblepot x reader

Perhaps she keep you just a little closer while thorne is around

Needed to make something with this beautiful woman my lord they had no right to have her have such a hold on my soul. Also anyone else been in a penguin mood?

If you worked on the luxury yacht that was the iceberg lounge you were bound to run into some well known faces. Unfortunately the faces this evening you were bound to wait on. The thornes were certainly on tonight’s special guest list.

It wasn’t hard to see…..the looks on their faces. Rupert,dressed in probably one of the fanciest suits this side of Gotham had been certainly giving you looks the evening long when you eventually had to venture to their table to refill there glasses.

“Mind toppin me off sweetheart?” You couldn’t help but cringe slightly as the older man held up his glass. He certainly didn’t hide his interest in having a pretty face around. All that money couldn’t convince you to keep around the man.

You’re usual rounds led you to getting away from the man,thank whatever god had gave you the opportunity. Eventually pouring the champagne of the last of the establishment’s glass. Her gloved hand swirling it slightly before taking a sip.

“Everything alright sweetie? You’ve been looking more shaken up than an alley cat.” She asked,there was the look of the suave businesswoman you had been working for ,yet….there almost seemed to be something off.

“I’m fine Mrs cobblepot,promise.“ you tried to reassure only to have a hand held up and her mouth once again taking a sip of the champagne you had given her.

“You know I don’t like liars sweetie.”

She says matter of factly,swirling the champagne once again with an almost disappointed look on her face. Eyes briefly giving a once over.

“Rupert isn’t a good man.”

The retort almost caught you off guard.

“I know ma’am.”

“And a sweet little thing like you shouldn’t be wasting time on him.”

You could feel your fingers grip at the tablecloth a bit. The pristine white almost comforting.

“Can’t exactly move away from my shift unless someone else gives the go ahead…..ma’am”

She gave a slightly ‘hmm’ and backed herself away from the table. A hand coming down to Pat at her lap,an invitation.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to but I’d feel slily not to ask. Especially if you feel in need of well….” She chuckled a bit. “Comfort I suppose.”

You could practically feel the heat build up in you cheeks,a warm sense of comfort filling you. Something almost made you find your way to her lap. That despite her reputation,despite the fact that she was dangerous there’s almost a peacefulness to her.

Her arm found its way across your waste pulling you just that bit closer,your fingers playing a bit with her dress coat. Fabric far finer than you had probably ever seen never mind touched. A certain relief coming over you. A certain sense of pride swelling in her.

“Now that’s a girl. You just snuggle up with momma and she’ll make sure you’re safe. Promise.”