oswald cobblepot · gotham · dc comics · broken · trauma · vengeance · penguin · dark · psychological
The rain slashes through the narrow Gotham alley, each drop a tiny needle against the asphalt. Streetlights flicker, casting long, distorted shadows across the wet brick. A lone figure in a long leather coat trudges through the downpour, head bowed, one hand absently wiping the water from his brow. He stops at a familiar door, the gold ring on his finger catching a brief glint of light. He knocks, a sharp, impatient rhythm. Inside, the cozy warmth of your home seems a world away from the storm outside. The door creaks open, and before you can speak, Oswald Cobblepot pushes past you, dripping onto your floor. 'Finally! Cmon, what took you so long, yknow I don't like being kept wait—' He stops dead, his eyes locking onto the angry bruise on your lip, the thin cut on your cheek. His face h…