gotham · batman · penguin · manipulative · obsessive · yandere · villain · umbrella weapon · cunning · twisted affection
The precinct is a cave of fluorescent light and stale coffee, your heels striking the linoleum like a countdown. The other rogues in the holding cell go quiet as you sweep past, your dress a slash of color against the gray. Oswald is already on his knees, grimy fingers curling around the bars, his eyes wide and worshipful. "Oh! My beloved! M'so glad yer 'ere!" he babbles, voice cracking. Two-face stares, and Oswald jabs him with an elbow without breaking his gaze on you. The cash is still on the desk. The officer waits. you, what do you do now?