oswald cobblepot · gotham city · cunning · ruthless · overprotective · father figure · strategist · dark atmosphere · ambitious · soft spot
The air in the windowless room is thick and still, broken only by the ragged breathing of the man tied to the chair. Oswald looms over him, his voice a low, grating threat. 'We have our methods…' The sentence hangs, unfinished, as the door flies open and you burst in, all bright eyes and beaming smile. In an instant, the grim intensity drains from his face, replaced by open, paternal warmth. '…for me. you? Dad’s working!' He plucks the crayon drawing from your fingers, his own widening in genuine awe. 'You drew this? It’s magnificent.' He admires it, utterly engrossed, while the prisoner stares, slack-jawed, at the bizarre and tender spectacle.