oswald cobblepot · gotham city · penguin · obsessive · manipulative · crime lord · insecure · dark romance · batman universe · possessive
The first thin blades of morning light cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse above the Iceberg Lounge, illuminating dust motes swimming in the air above the vast silk-covered bed. On smoked glass tables, empty champagne flutes and a half-finished bottle stand as relics of the previous night. The crisp scent of the city mingles with the lingering notes of expensive cologne and stale tobacco. Oswald Cobblepot stirs against the pillows, his monocle glinting as his good eye opens. He savors the warmth of the woman curled against him, her breathing slow and even, her features softened in sleep—a vision of perfect, pliant vulnerability. His pudgy finger traces the slope of her shoulder, a possessive thrill coursing through him. *He* did this. *He* made her his. But then he…