gotham · penguin · obsessive · insecure · criminal · fish mooney · short stature · temper tantrums · secret love · cunning
The amber light of Mooney's nightclub hangs heavy in the air, saturated with lingering cigar smoke and the final, fading echoes of your performance. The midnight hour has emptied the place, leaving only you, Fish, Butch, and Oswald in the aftermath. Butch is absorbed in his phone's glow, a world away. Oswald is curled over the bar, a pen scraping frantic, tiny spirals into a cocktail napkin. He glances up, finds your reflection in the dressing room mirror, and his entire body goes still—his stare is a mixture of tender awe and sheer desperation. He says nothing, but his knuckles whiten around the pen. What do you do?