#oswald cobblepot x fem reader
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Gotham's King and Queen
Oswald cobblepot x Fem reader
Requested by: none
Warnings: swearing, violence, Threats of death, penguin being penguin, soft Oswald.
A/n: I'm just sitting on my couch and I decided to write this. I don't have any ideas but I'm just going for it 🤣
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Y/n loved Oswald for as long as she could remember, back when they worked for Falcone she did her best to protect him from Mooney. She stood up for him, only to get her ass handed to her, but it was worth it. Y/n always took Oswalds side, she helped him when Jim faked his death. She was the first to find out infact, something just didn't sit right. It all didn't add up, so she went to Gordon and shot some bullshit threats his way until he spilled everything. She found him in a tow behind RV, Y/n again helped him rise back up. But the happiness she felt then completely diminished when Oswald started working for Maroni, and of course she had his back but he was getting higher and higher in power and she was just tagging along.
Y/n was there to save him from the car he was nearly crushed in, she was there to hide him from Maroni. She was there to support him when he found his father, Y/n was there to comfort him when his father magically died. She killed and roasted up Charles and Sasha, Y/n helped him with his election for mayor. She was there to protect him from the red hood gang.
And when Nygma shot him on that pier that day she hunted his ass down and nearly killed him. Y/n then got a hot tip that Ozzy was once again alive, so as she always did she went looking for her little penguin. She found him with a woman named Ivy, and she saved his ass from Gabe, and she saved his ass from Nygma again! And she threw in a good threat to Mooney that if she ever hurt him again she'd be sorry.
Over and over again she protected what she loved, Y/n took his side and supported him in everything. She went out with Zsasz and made sure criminals had licenses, she went with Ozzy to meetings to make sure he always got his way. Y/n can't even remember how many times in the last month she got arrested for him. And now here she was in his office having to listen to Sofia Falcone invite Ozzy to dinner.
"Oswald do you think it's a good idea? She could try and kill you." Y/n whispered in his ear.
"Your concern is touching but I think I got it covered."
Y/n nodded and gave him a half smile, flashing a glare towards Sofia as she led her to the door.
"You don't like me very much do you?" She asked when they made it into the hall.
"No."
"Not very talkative I see. But very protective over Mr. Cobblepot."
"The only people who have ever done anything for him has been me and his mother. I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Penn and Zsasz were plotting his demise this instant. I don't trust you Ms. Falcone, I'm not here to be your friend, nor to hold your hand. I'm here for one reason and one reason only, to protect Oswald Cobblepot till my dying breath."
Sofia nodded. "Did he hire you to do that?"
"Do what?"
"As protection?" She asked.
"No."
"Then why?" Sofia began circling y/n.
"Why does it matter?"
"You love him don't you?"
"What if I did? What's it to you?"
"Everyone looses at some point, Y/n. You're gonna loose this war."
"Few win, Sofia. And I never loose, Goodbye. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."
Y/n entered Oswalds office once again and sat on the corner of his desk, he smiled up at her and gently rubbed her thigh.
"Are you two better acquainted now?" He asked.
"I don't trust her, Ozzy."
"Neither do I. But if I want full standing in this city I have to go to that dinner."
"We, Oswald. We have to go. Im not letting you walk in there with body guards who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I trust my skills of protection, not theirs."
"We will go." He whispered.
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Y/n sat at the bar facing Oswald and Sofia, they sat at a table in the middle of the restaurant. They were talking business and pleasure all at the same time, it made Y/n sick. The bar tender past her a negroni, she snatched it off the bar and took a sip as she stared daggers into Sofia.
Oswald had already sent away one of the plates of food, then the waiter brought out goulash. It looked just like his mother's recipe, Y/n saw Oswald stiffen up the minute it was set down on the table.
After giving a snide comment he finally tried it, Y/n got off her stool and straightened her jacket. She knew from the way he was acting it tasted just like his mother's, which ment he was gonna leave right about-
"I'm leaving." He said, Oswald got up and headed for the door. Y/n and the body guard fallowed close behind. The bell rang as the door opened, before it could shut, however, y/n gave Sofia one last vicious grin.
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Oswald was pacing back and forth in front of his bar, Y/n was cleaning her knife at one of the tables.
"You alright?" She asked. "She spike your dinner?"
"No, it's just....it tasted like-"
"Like your mother's." Y/n finished. She then stood up and tucked her knife away, Oswald watched as she got close to him. She pulled his tie pin out of her pocket and clipped it to his tie.
"I've been looking for that one, where did you find it?" He asked.
"I found it in your office."
Oswald looked at Y/n, she obviously had something on her mind. He took her and in his, he was about to speak when Sofia came plowing into the lounge. Ozzy saw the hate in Y/n's eyes when she heard Sofia's heals clicking on the tile floor.
"Oswald." She said.
"I'll leave you two alone."
Oswald gripped Y/n's hand, not wanting her to leave. But she pulled away, he could see she was upset. Y/n left the room, but stood outside the door. She could hear Oswald yelling and Sofia giving dumbass excuses. Then she heard what she thought she'd never hear.
"The only person who has ever done anything nice for me, without wanting something in return was my mother."
That hit Y/n like a bus, she thought he had realized what she's done for him. And why she's done it, but he was blinded by power. Just like everyone in this city.
Y/n was on her way back to her room when she ran into Sofia, the bitch smirked and twittled her fingers at her. Just as Sofia was about to pass by, Y/n grabbed her by the wrist and slammed her into the wall. Y/n held her knife to her neck and got really close.
"I don't know what you're plotting, but it ain't working sis." She growled. "You dare hurt him in anyway, shape, or form and I will come after you and you bet your ass I will get you. There will be no one to protect you, he is mine. I will kill you if you even look at him the wrong way. Do you understand!?"
Sofia giggled. "You don't scare me, Y/n. Few people do, all you are is a love struck little girl who thinks she can frighten those above her. Well you can't."
Y/n smiled and slowly dragged the knife over her neck, drawing blood and making Sofia cry out.
"You think I'm fucking around? You're nothing but a daddies girl, but daddy didn't give you enough attention so you gotta prove yourself. But I won't let that happen, Oswald will win at this little game you're playing. I will see to that."
Y/n then let go of Sofia and trudged up the hall, and back to her room.
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Weeks had passed and out of nowhere Jim Gordon was appointed captain of the GCPD. So as any good friend would, Y/n went to go see Harvey Bullock down at his bar.
"Hey, Buddy. What's going on?" She asked. "And I want details."
"Is that why you came here? For details, not to comfort me?"
Y/n smiled. "Well, I can always multitask."
She reached over the bar and patted his shoulder, he smiled and gripped her arm.
"Now, spill it." She whispered, making his face drop.
"He's been talking to this woman, Sofia Fa-"
"Sofia Fal-fuckin-cone! Thank you, Bullock!" She yelled as she ran out of the bar.
"Glad I could help."
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"She's what!?" Y/n yelled.
"She's invited us to a dinner for the orphanage."
"Oswald, can't you see she's playing with you!? Jim Gordon, right? He just miraculously becomes captain? Bullshit! Someone had to have paid off the mayor to make him captain! And poof the mayor is just gone?"
"You think it was Sofia."
Y/n pointed at Oswald. "I talked to Harvey, he said he's seen them talking."
"Let's not just start blaming her, we need evidence. I'll have Victor fallow her, but in the meantime I'll say we aren't going to the dinner." He said.
"Alright, that sounds like a good idea."
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Oswald and Y/n showed up at Sofia's place, she was fumbling with a huge bouquet of flowers. Y/n fallowed Oswald over to her where they stopped in the entrance of the livingroom.
"Beautiful." Ozzy said, making Sofia smile.
Y/n rolled her eyes and started looking at the wall as if it were something spectacular. Oswald started hinting at Jim's new position and who could've put him there. Y/n watched Sofia's reactions and she knew for a fact that she did it.
"So long story short, we ain't coming to your little feast." Y/n said.
"Oh, well....I was looking forward to you two being there."
"Yeah, well....we ain't gonna be."
Some more jabbering between Sofia and Oswald and she finally walked out of the room. Mr. Penn and Oswald started conspiring on how they were gonna get her to confess.
"Give me two minutes alone in a room with her and I'll have her singing the pledge of allegiance in reverse." Y/n whispered, while holding up a knife.
"That can be our last resort." Oswald reassured her, patting her shoulder.
"But-"
"Y/n, I'll handle it."
A couple days later the plans changed, turns out they were going to the dinner, but Ozzy had a trick or two up his sleeve. He had a plan to get Martine to spy on her.
"That's a great plan....but do we gotta go?" Y/n asked.
"We're going." Is all he said as they left out the door. They arrived in record time, because Y/n was driving like Cruella Deville to get to the fuckin place. They entered and the living room was packed with people. Y/n felt self conscious because she was wearing leather pants and a white button up dress shirt with her under-arm holsters showing.
"I'll be right back." Y/n said to Oswald.
"Where are you going?"
She didn't answer, she just left. Y/n went back to the car, she popped the trunk and grabbed out her bag. She unzipped it and pulled out a black shiny pencil dress that hugged her curves.
Y/n hopped into the back of the car and began changing into the dress.
Oswald began looking around for Y/n but he hadn't seen where she had gone. That was odd, she normally stayed by his side, what was going on?
Just then he turned around to walk back into the livingroom when he knocked into a woman, he was about to tell her to watch where she was going when she turned to face him. It was Y/n, she looked amazing.
"Don't Tell me you left to change." He said.
"That's what I did alright. Everyone else looks so good and I felt like I was under dressed. I mean with you in your suit....I wanted my outfit to go with yours so I threw on this black dress."
"How are you gonna protect me in a dress?"
"Ozzy, if I can bust a move like Michael Jackson in this, then I can sure as hell can beat someone's ass on your behalf."
Sofia walked into the room with a wine glass in hand, she smiled when she saw Y/n, it was an obvious fake smile.
"We were wondering where you went. I love the dress." She said.
"Uh huh." Y/n replied.
Sofia smiled again then looked to Ozzy. She walked closer to him and took his hand.
"Oswald, I've been thinking. Whoever had Gordon appointed captain did actually save you. The license were a good idea at the time, but they would be your downfall."
"Cut the shit, Falcone." Y/n said.
Oswald pulled his hand away. "Y/n is right. If you're going to confess, then confess. And face the consequences."
Suddenly there was a voice behind them, it was bone chilling.
"So sorry to interrupt. The waiters are getting everyone seated, we don't want the food to get cold." He said, the man was wearing a pig head for a mask. He then held up a cleaver. "Chop chop."
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All the rich guests were sat at the table, Y/n was on the end that the Pyg was standing at. Sofia was across from her, and Oswald to Sofia's right.
Y/n was looking down at the pie in front of her. She was ready to put a smack down and kill this fucker. There was no way she was eating a pie made of people.
"This is just disgusting." She said.
The Pyg gave her an offended look, he laid his hand flat on his chest.
"Well, Miss Y/L/N. That is rude, we worked very hard on this meal."
"I don't care if you broke your back in the process! This is the most revolting, despicable shit I've ever seen! And you can't pay me to eat this swill!"
The Pyg snort laughed, and held the cleaver back up to Martine's neck. Y/n looked over at Oswald for what to do, and in return he nodded. Y/n knew what that meant, she would have to choke down this pie. Oh fuckin yummy.
Y/n scooped some up with her fork and was about to put it in her mouth when-
"GCPD!" Jim Gordon's voice came around the corner.
Everyone stood up and scattered like mice, Y/n grabbed one of the waiters and smacked his head off the table, then raided him for her weapons. She backed up out of the room, her body blocking Oswald as she pointed her guns at the remaining kitchen staff.
"Are you okay?" Ozzy asked, he pulled Y/n close as he examined her.
"Oz, I'm fine. Are you okay?"
He nodded and pulled Martine and her into a closet. y/n turned the lights off and all she could hear were Jim Gordon and The Pyg very violently hashing out an agreement in the next room. Knives and plates could be heard bouncing off the wall and falling to the floor.
"Oswald." Y/n whispered.
She felt him gently grip her hand and rub her wrist with his thumb.
"It's alright. Im right here."
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When the fight was over Oswald confronted Sofia in the living room, Y/n wasn't happy with the outcome.
Oswald once again had forgiven her for her bullshit. Y/n got in the car with Ozzy as they waited for Martine to come back with news on whether or not she was a traitor. They both sat in the back of the car, Y/n placed her hand on his thigh.
"If it comes up that she's been using you and lying to you, then I want you to know I have your back through all this. And I always have, all you need to do is ask. No matter what it is, you need me to kill someone? I'll do it. You need me to commit tax fraud? Shit I'll do it 100 times over."
The last one made Oswald chuckle.
"I know. I don't show it a lot but, I know. You've done so much for me, and I'm truly grateful. You've been there for me since day one." He said. "We've broke this city and rebuilt it together. We've wreaked havoc on this city. We've become the King and Queen of Gotham. And you know Y/n for these past few years I've been wanting to tell you something.....I've felt like this for a long time and I didn't know how to tell you but-"
He was cut off by the door opening and Martine entering the car.
"Well? Did you find anything out?" Y/n asked.
The little boy held up his board that read.
"I saw Sofia kissing the policeman."
Y/n felt like she just won the NFL, she felt like she could jump off a building and still live. But she could tell Oswald didn't feel the same. Once again someone he felt for betrayed him, and Y/n's celebration was cut short by him looking like he lost the love of his life.
"You're a good friend, Martine."
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Oswald sat on the couch in the lounge, he just sat there staring at his glass of bourbon. Y/n leaned against the wall and shook her head.
"King and Queen, huh?" She asked.
Oswald looked up. "Heh, Yeah."
"Don't shed any tears over her. She doesn't deserve it."
Oswald stood up and began slowly limping over to her.
"No, she doesn't. Everyone I had ever known has always betrayed me. Everyone except you and my mother."
He took her hand in his, Y/n looked up at him and smiled. She gently wiped his tears away.
"I do what I do because I love you, Oswald." She said. "I will be here for you until the day I die."
Ozzy looked down at her lips, then back to her eye. Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He pulled her to him and deepened the kiss. They slowly pulled away to catch their breath.
Y/n smiled.
"The king and Queen of Gotham."
THE END ❤️
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Don't lose control/ Oswald Cobblepot x Reader fanfic
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Title: Don't lose control
Fandom: Gotham (TV Series)
Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader
Genre: smut
Summary: Being the king of Gotham was everything Oswald ever wanted. Now when the business was going well and he had control over the whole Underground, nothing indicated that this would change anytime soon.
So why did Oswald start having sleep problems? There were no reasons to be affraid of something. Or someone.
A healhy dose of paranoia was always acceptable, but this time Oswald felt this was something else. Somthing that won't go away so easily.
With more and more time Oswald became quite sure that he needs to find solution of his problems, whatever it takes.
Next chapter➡
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Oswald Cobblepot
Summery: Cass and Steph requested a story about her and Penguin. How they met, Bruce trying to convince her to quit working for Penguin, and her last day.
Warning: really bad description of a fight, fluff maybe, angst maybe
A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for months and it’s finally finished. Go me. As always feedback is welcome! And feel free to let me know who or what kind of story of Batmom you want to see next.
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Given her job at the hospital and the clinic she sometimes volunteer’s at, she doesn’t get many days off. And when she has them, she takes them with a smile and relaxes outside underneath her favourite tree at Wayne Manor.
She’s happy and content at reading, and she smiles when Stephanie and Cassandra join her. They plop down on either side of her, and she starts reading out loud. Her smile only widens when the boys come out of the house to play a game of football.
And her morning is spent in a peace that she hasn’t seen in a while and she’s happy. It isn't until Alfred carries lunch out that Stephanie gets the ball rolling. “Mom, can you tell us a story?”
She raises an eyebrow at her, and laughs when she sees her boys tripping over themselves as they run towards them at the sight of food. “What kind of story would you like to hear?”
The two girls think about it for a minute. It’s Cassandra who spoke first. “Penguin.”
She shouldn’t be too surprised. The girls were away on a mission when the boys asked about her history with Harley. And when they got back, they were disappointed that they missed it. So they demanded their brothers to give them cliff notes of the stories.
“What about penguins?” Tim asked, as he plopped down beside Cass and grabbed for a plate of food. Stephanie promptly smacked his hand away. “Ow,” he whined, rubbing his hand. “What was that for?”
“You have to wait until everyone’s here, Tim. Otherwise, we don’t get food,” she said simply.
“Yeah, but if I don’t get a plate, Jason will eat everything,” he said just as Jason walked up behind him. Smacking the back of his head, Jason sits down beside Stephanie.
“I do not.” Tim, Steph and Cass gave him a pointed look causing him to huff. “So maybe I do. Can’t help it if Alfred’s food is better than my own.”
“Didn’t Alfred teach you?” Dick asked, taking a seat.
“Yeah, but before him Ma started teaching me. But that was before…” he trailed off. Jason’s death was still a sore spot for her. She hated talking about it, hating thinking about it. Hating herself and what she became when Bruce came home that night and told her what happened.
When Jason came back from the dead, she wasn’t the same. Don’t get it wrong, she was glad she had her Jason back. But there was a part of her that died when Jason did and it never came back. Since then, there was an unspoken rule of never talking about it around her. She appreciated the gesture, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
Clearing his throat, Tim repeated his question before their mother could spiral. “What about penguins?”
“Not penguins, Penguin. We’re trying to get mom to tell us stories about him,” Stephanie answered.
“Out of everyone Ummi knows, why him?” Damian asked, going to sit in front of her. She moved her legs and he sat down, leaning onto her chest. Stephanie shrugged, and grabbed a plate after getting an okay from Alfred.
“Why not? Besides, I want to know if he was always like that. Or if he changed once he became Gotham’s most wanted.” That had caused her to snort and everyone turned to her in question.
“You don’t want to wait for Bruce to come?” she asked instead of answering their question.
“I’m afraid Master Bruce is tied up at Wayne Enterprises,” Alfred said before anyone could, “but he did say he’ll be joining you later once the meeting is finished.”
So much for a perfect morning. Oh well, it can’t be helped.
“So, what exactly do you want to hear?”
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“Come on Pumpkin,” Harley whined from her bed, stretching her arms out. “When was the last time you went out and had fun?”
She peered over her book, and raised an eyebrow at Harley. “During the summer when we didn’t have school. Harley, you should know this. You were there, and so was Selina.”
“Yeah, but we’re halfway through our second year and you need to let loose a little,” Harley retorted, “you can’t worry about school all the time.”
“Harley’s right,” someone else butted in before she could say anything. They looked towards the door and found Selina leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed. “You need to let loose once and awhile. It’ll help you relax so you’re not stressing over homework. Who knows, maybe you’ll even get lucky if we go.”
She flushed at the meaning and hid her face in her book. “No, I don’t want to. Besides, even if we did go out, it’s not like we can go out to bars. We’re underage.”
“I know a place that let’s minors in,” Selina supplied. Harley squealed and rolled off her bed, landing on the floor beside her roommate. She pulled the book away from her and pouted.
“Please?”
Her resolve crumbled as she sighed. “Fine, I’ll go out with you tonight. But only for tonight!” she promised. Selina rolled her eyes while Harley clapped her hands in victory.
“Yay! Now we have to find something for you to wear.” She only groaned as she watched her friends raid her closet.
“The Iceberg Lounge?” she questioned as she looked up at the building where they stood in line. “It sounds classy. Are you sure they let minors in?”
“Positive,” Selina purred, looping her arms through hers and Harley’s. “I’ve been here before; I think you’ll like it.”
She hummed but looked unconvinced. “If you don’t like it, we can always leave. Just say the word and we’ll go somewhere else,” Harley said, smiling brightly, she returned it in thanks. Her heart thumped quickly at the thought of Harley looking out for her, but she ignored it in favour of trying not to ruin the night.
Soon enough they neared the front of the line. The bouncer raised an eyebrow, but Selina did most of the talking. After a minute or two, he sighed and let them in after telling them the rules.
The lounge was quiet when she stepped in. not the quiet that libraries have when one wants to study. It wasn’t loud like the clubs she used to sneak into with Bruce. It was somewhere in between, a respectable level of quietness/loudness that she found herself relaxing. This was a place she knew she would visit again.
“Selina! Baby, it’s been awhile,” the bartender called once the three of them walked closer to the bar.
Selina smiled and brought her arms to her side before leaning on the bar. “Hey Joe,” she greeted and ordered drinks for the three of them. Harley had dragged her away when she noticed Selina started flirting.
“Wonder if she never not flirted.” Harley mused as she found an empty table. Sliding into the seat beside Harley, she laughed.
“I don’t think she knows how,” she said. Harley looked at her and she shrugged as an answer. “I’ve known her since high school, I’ve seen her with anyone she deemed interesting.”
“Has she flirted with you?”
She flushed at the thought of her best friend ever flirting with her, but merely shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“She was too busy with her nose in a book,” Selina said from behind them. She jumped while Harley giggled, and turned to look at Selina in question. “But it wouldn’t have mattered, I didn’t really like her like that so my feelings weren’t hurt.”
She flushed again and turned back to the table with a small pout. “I wasn’t that bad,” she mumbled. Selina hummed and walked around in front of them, sliding their drinks to them.
“Right. But the stories I have, tell otherwise.”
The red on her cheeks darkened and she took a sip of her drink to help cool her down. “Can we not? I don’t want to go down memory lane. It’s embarrassing.”
“Awe, but Pumpkin,” Harley whined, giving her puppy dog eyes. She looked away and shook her head firmly. Harley pouted when she refused to look at her. “Fine. I’ll leave it for now.”
“Thank you,” she said, giving Harley a smile. She didn’t notice the blush creeping on Harley’s neck, but Selina did.
“Come on Harley, let’s go dance,” Selina said, standing as Harley nodded eagerly.
“Are you coming pumpkin?”
“She doesn’t dance,” Selina answered, grabbing Harley by the hand and dragged her towards the dance floor. She floundered for a bit but didn’t try to defend herself.
“You guys have fun. I’m fun here,” she called after them instead.
“If you’re sure,” Harley called, looking unsure. She smiled at her roommate and only then did Harley feel comfortable leaving her alone.
She watched her friends dance for a bit before pulling out her phone. Opening the internet, she scrolled through hoping to find a part time job. But nothing seemed to appeal to her.
Sighing, she closed the phone and set it down. Crossing her arms on the table, she rested her chin on her arms and smiled as she watched her friends dancing.
“Shouldn’t you be over there dancing instead of sitting here by yourself?” someone asked, and she trailed her eyes over to an older man sitting beside her with a hooked nose. She shrugged and looked back at her friends.
“I can’t dance very well, and I don’t want to be the reason why we go home early,” she replied. “I might step on their toes or something. I think it’s a mood killer.”
“Still, it’d been fun to dance for a bit.”
“Maybe.”
They lapsed in silence for a while before it became too much, she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you, Oswald Cobblepot.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” she replied, and still thinking about finding a job, she took the plunge and asked if he knew someone looking for people.
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“Hold on,” Dick interrupted, waving his arms in front of him as the story faded. “You worked for Penguin?”
“Yup. Stayed there until I was done with my residency,” she answered, chewing on a strawberry. “Honestly, the best job I’ve ever had.”
“But why?” Tim asked, moving his plate to the side and went to lay on his stomach. She leaned back on the tree and wrapped her arms around Damien once they were done eating.
“Med school isn’t cheap you know, plus everything else. I needed the money,” she said, tilting her head a little. “But I had some conditions while working there, don’t worry.”
“Bet Dad didn’t like that.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Oh you have no idea.”
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“Seriously? Penguin?” Bruce exclaimed, following her as she walked behind the bar. She rolled her eyes and bent down to pick up a crate, only for Bruce to take it out of her hands once she stood up.
“Bruce!”
“No, Bug. You need to listen, you can’t work for someone like Penguin,” Bruce stressed out. She gave him a look and grabbed for the crate, tugging. He didn’t let go.
“No Bruce, I can listen to you but I’m not doing what you want me to do,” she answered, tugging on the crate with force, this time he let go. “And besides, I don’t even know who Penguin is.”
Bruce gaped at her and watched as she moved the crate to the storage room. When she came back, she huffed. “What?”
“Do you watch the news? It’s everywhere,” Bruce said, and she tilted her head scrunching her nose in thought. “Seriously? You don’t pay attention to the news?”
“No? That’s why I have Harley and Johnathan for,” she teased, he gave her a pointed look. “What? I’m busy with school and work. So forgive me if I don’t have time to read what’s going on in Gotham and who’s fighting who.”
“You were never too busy to pay attention to the news growing up,” he countered.
“Things change, Bruce. You of all people should know that,” she said, and let it sit in the air as she picked up the clipboard with all the things she still needed to do before opening.
“Do you even know what he does? What secret meetings he has while you work out in the front? I can tell you, his next meeting is with Zsasz about-”
“Nope!” she shouted a little too loudly, dropping the clipboard with a clang and hurriedly covered his mouth with her hands, stopping him before he could finish the sentence. “No, don’t finish whatever you’re going to say.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow and stared at her, waiting for an explanation. “I am aware of what he might be doing,” she said slowly, ignoring the look of disbelief. “Shut up, Bruce. I know it sounds dumb, but if I don’t know what’s going on I can live my life.”
“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard,” Bruce mumbled behind her hands. She shrugged and dropped her hands. “He’s a crook and you know that. And yet you still work for him?”
She turned around and picked up the clipboard, looking it over. “What I know and don't is fine. It works in my favour if I don't. You know, plausible deniability. Besides, I work out here serving drinks and cleaning and stuff. He knows that and won’t get me involved.”
“You’re already involved! You’re working for him. Besides, you can’t live your life like that, it’ll get you killed.”
“Oswald won’t let that happen,” she answered. It was almost comical how wide his eyes were when she said his name. “And I’m sure you won’t either.”
“You call him by his name?”
“Of course, what else would I call him? Mr. Cobblepots? That’s a mouthful and he insisted I call him Oswald. And calling him Penguin just feels weird.”
“I think you’re a weirdo.”
“Geez, thanks Bruce. You really know how to charm a lady,” she said, voice flat. “The money I earn here is clean.”
“You can’t possibly know that,” he said, moving out of the way as she shooed him. She walked behind the bar and began wiping it down as Bruce sat on one of the stools.
“Of course I do, I do the book,” she said. Bruce leaned against the bar causing her to stop. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. “The books of the bar, not whatever Oswald is in.”
“You hate math.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t do it,” she countered, trying to push him off the bar. “Move.”
“Come work for me,” he said, freezing her in place. She gripped his arm where her hands stilled, as if he just asked her out on a date.
“What?” she whispered. Clearing her throat, she let go of his arms and stood back, arms crossed. “And do what? Be your secretary? Be Batman’s? No thank you.”
“Why not? The pays probably better, good benefits too. And you'll be working for your best friend.”
“Exactly why I do not want to work for you,” she said. “The commune is longer-“
“I’ll get you a driver.”
“My schooling is important and I can’t miss classes-“
“We’ll work around your class schedule.”
“No, Bruce. I don’t want to work for you and you won’t be able to convince me otherwise,” she said, stubbornly.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t need people saying I’m sleeping with you just to get a job, or why I got promoted,” she finally caved and Bruce stared at her in shock.
“Why would they think that?”
She raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief and shook her head. “Bruce, you are and I quote ‘Bruce Wanye, Gotham’s next playboy billionaire’,” she said and snorted as he gaped like a fish. “Seriously? Don’t you look at the tabloids?”
“No! Is that what they’re saying about me?” Bruce asked, crossing his arms and waited.
“Don’t know what else they’ll say about you going on dates with different people every night,” she said, “but I’m sure that’s what you wanted right, so people can’t accuse you of being, well, you know.”
“Yeah, I just didn’t realize that’s what they settled on,” Bruce huffed, moving to lean his arms on the bar. “Is that really why you don’t want to work for me?”
“Yes. I want to make a name for myself, and to do that I have to distance my name with yours. I mean come on, growing up we were always together. If your name was in the paper, so was mine. What was it that they called us? Gotham’s sweethearts? They even predicted that we’d get married once we were older. So coming to work for you, would just add fuel to that burnt out fire. Besides, I like it here Bruce.”
“I never knew,” he whispered, resting to put his chin on his arms. She leaned over the bar and patted his head.
“You did, we joked about it for a bit. But then the mugging happened, and then you pushed me away.”
“Fat lot that did,” he said but couldn’t help but smile. She returned it and reached over to squeeze his hand.
“I’m just as stubborn, Bruce. Too bad you found out the hard way.”
They were silent for a moment, both lost in the past. A few seconds later, Bruce cleared his throat and dragged his gaze to her.
“So does that mean you, if I asked, that you’ll say no to being my informant?”
“Bruce!”
—
“You tried getting Mom as an informant?!” Dick asked, leaning forward as he saw Bruce make his way towards them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bruce said, coming to a stop beside Dick.
“Oh come on! Mom was telling us how she worked for Penguin. And that you tried to get her to quit,” Tim elaborated. Bruce made a face as memories from back then resurfaced.
“I still can’t believe you worked there until it shut down,” Bruce said, joining her by the tree. Cass, Stephen and Damian shifted so her and Bruce sat next to each other.
She looked up and smiled. “Like I said, plausible deniability.”
“I can’t believe it worked,” Bruce said, leaning down and kissing her cheek.
“Yeah, and the commissioner didn’t believe me when I said I had no idea what was happening. I’ve spent so much time in the interrogation room, I didn’t think I was ever going home.”
“It wasn’t too bad.”
She raised an eyebrow and gave Bruce a pointed look. “I was there for the rest of the night. All because we were waiting for Oswald to wake up. Harley and Selina almost came to get me by force if you hadn’t stopped them. Gordon ended up having to release me before all three of you could do something about it.”
“What did you tell them?” Dick asked, leaning over and snatching a cookie before Tim could grab one. Ignoring Tim’s hey! and took a bite.
“The truth,” she said, turning back to everyone. “That I work behind the bar. That I'm not allowed to go into the back and if I needed something, to ask someone else. Or call him for something and he’ll have someone bring it out.”
“Did you know Zsasz?” Jason questioned.
“Mm. But only as a customer. Was a huge flirt though, loved to make Harley jealous when they came out to bug me. Selina got a kick out of it too and joined in. I’ve never been so flustered in my life then on nights like those.”
“It’s still so weird that you and Harley dated,” Steph sighed, leaning her full weight on her mom. “Must have been the love of ages.”
“It was," Bruce answered for her. She turned to look at him, expecting to see jealousy, anger. But instead all she saw was love, admiration and gratitude. For what, she did not know, but had an inkling it was meant for Harley. Bruce slipped a hand in hers and squeezed, she returned the gesture.
“Wait, hold up,” Tim said, backtracking. “What do you mean Gordon kept you at the station?”
Bruce chuckled and Y/N blew out a breath. “That day wasn’t the first time I’ve spent time at the police station being questioned. But it was the last time, and it happened after Batman’s fight with Oswald. I told both of them if they wanted to fight, they were free too. Just not in the place I work. But neither listened.”
“You’ve been questioned before?” Barbara asked, knitting her brows together. “Dad never mentioned you.”
“Oh yeah. When Penguin first started up his criminal enterprise or whatever, Jim wanted to bring him down. Pulled me into the station a few times, asking what I know. Ooh I frustrated him so much because I knew nothing. And he didn’t have anything on me to book me, so he watched me walk away. Every time.”
Bruce snorted, gaining the attention of everyone. “He even came to Batman and Bruce, asking if I knew anything or had anything on her that she was in on whatever Penguin was doing. But true to her word, she stayed far away from it. It was starting to piss me off too.”
“What can I say? When I set my mind to something, it sticks.” Bruce grunted with mock annoyance.
“So what happened on your last day of working at the club?” Damian asked, interrupting whatever was going on between the two.
“Right. Well, it started with Ed.”
—
“Hello Peaches!” Edward Nigma called as he walked through the door.
“You know, I’ve never understood why you’ve nicknamed me Peaches,” she said in greeting, moving behind the bar as he walked towards it.
“You like peaches,” Ed said with a shrug.
“Just because I like peaches doesn’t mean anything,” she pointed out and smiled when he gave her a look. “What?”
“I said peaches and you answered without thinking twice about it,” Ed answered, “so it stuck.”
“Stuck indeed,” she hummed, laughing a little as she thought of all the nicknames she’s acquired. They range from types of animals to foods. She didn’t mind of course, she found it endearing.
“Oswald around?” Ed asked once there was a lull in the conversation.
“Probably,” she answered with a shrug, before going back to counting inventory. Ed paused in his walk and turned to face her, studying her.
“He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?” Ed asked, and watched as she froze in her task. She turned around and smiled guiltily.
“...no he does not,” she said, “it was suppose to be my day off, but Harley was busy and everyone else was too. So I figured I could catch up on stuff I’ve been slacking lately. Feel free to tell him when you see him though.”
Ed shook his head with a laugh. “Yeah. One day you’re going to get in trouble and I won’t be there to stop it. Probably should go home, Peaches.”
She waved away his worry before turning her head on him. “Don’t worry, it feels like I have a guardian looking after me anyways.” Ed chuckled, saying goodbye before leaving for the back room. “Oh and Ed?” she called, stopping him from walking through the door. He hummed in acknowledgement. “You know the rules.”
“You know, for someone who doesn’t want to know what Oswald is doing, you sure are a stickler for rules,” Ed pointed out and dropped his phone in the basket on the bar.
“What can I say? I’m a rule follower.”
Once she heard the door open and closed, she took out her headphones from her pocket and put them on. Scrolling through her music, she found her work playlist and hit play.
And that’s how she spent the next few hours, music blasting in her ears, oblivious to the world outside. Soon, the sun had set and with the lounge being closed for the night, it allowed her to finish up inventory and cleaned the place.
As she swept the floor, there was a commotion that started in the back rooms. Her music was loud enough she couldn’t hear the breaking of boxes, or shouting coming to her friends and boss. It wasn’t until someone was thrown through the back wall, and landed near her. Missing her by a few feet.
She shrieked, holding the broom close to her chest as she watched Batman groan from where he landed. “Bruce?” she whispered to herself, but loud enough that Batman could hear her. She saw his eyes widen before whipping around to find her standing there, looking frazzled.
“What are you doing here?” Batman asked, grunting as he stood up. She ripped off her headphones, mouth open to reply. But before she could, a cackling sound came from the gaping hole. They both turned to see Oswald standing there, with a machine gun pointing at Batman.
“Oswald?!” she squeaked out in surprise, clutching the broom so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She watched as Oswald turned towards her in surprise, grip slacking slightly on the gun.
“It’s suppose to be your day off?!” Oswald shouted, lowering the gun. “What are you doing here?”
“I had mentioned I was gonna come here and catch up on some work the other day!” she shouted, grip loosening on the broom handle. “I even told Ed to tell you I was here! Clearly he hadn’t.”
As if he was summoned, Ed walked up behind Oswald and stood beside him. “Why the sudden quietness?” he asked, not noticing who all was in the room.
“Edward Nygma!” she shouted, adjusting the broom in her hand, as if she was about to go and hit him with it. “What the hell?!”
“Peaches, I didn’t know you’d be here,” Ed said in mock shock. She went to take a step forward but stalled when Oswald shifted the gun in his hands. “You should have gone home when you had the chance.”
“I call bullshit, Edward.”
“Well, I did tell you would get in trouble one day,” he said with a shrug. He shuffled towards Oswald, hanging off his shoulder looking a little unhinged.
“Somethings wrong,” she whispered, once again her grip tightened on the broom as she shuffled a bit closer to Batman. From the corner of her eye, she saw Batman slowly move towards her as well. “Ed’s not usually like this. What happened?”
“What happened dear Peaches,” Ed started, leaning over to grab the gun from Oswald, “I’ve just been hit with a dose of reality,” he finished as he checked the magazine. When everything seemed alright, Ed threw her a smile. She shuddered at the look he was giving her. “Now Peaches, let’s see if that guardian angel is here now.”
And before she could process what he meant by that, Ed pulled the trigger. Everything happened in slow motion as she watched in horror as he pointed the gun at her. She felt a stinging feeling in her shoulder before having her breath knocked out of her as Batman tackled her to the ground.
She groaned as they rolled across the floor, and Batman threw down a table as coverage as he pressed her close to his chest. “What are you doing here?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?!” she whispered-yelled, looking up to glare at him. “I thought you normally don’t fight at the lounge.”
“Only when I know you’re not here.”
—
Bruce cleared his throat, interrupting her story. She turned towards him with a raised brow and dared him to continue. He had the decency to look sheepish and ignored the glares that were sent his way.
“To be fair, I didn’t know you were working that night either,” he said and raised his hands in surrender when she leaned over and punched him. “It was your day off!”
“Doesn't mean I have to tell you every time I’m working.”
“She has you there, B,” Dick said. Y/N gestured to him and smiled.
“I mean it would be nice. I wouldn’t have to worry about you at night.” She scoffed.
“Back then maybe. But you're not my keeper, Bruce. I can take care of myself.”
“Don’t I know it,” he sighed out, eyes softening as he stared at her. There were a few oh gross and get a room and there are children here! thrown around. The two laughed and turned back to the group.
“Okay, where was I?”
“You were being shot at,” Damian supplied.
“Right. Well…”
—
“Seriously?! Is that why I come to work sometimes to see the lounge all trashed up and having to spend hours cleaning before opening?” she questioned and her eyes only narrowed when he shot him a look that screamed, not now. “Oh I’m sorry. It’s not like I go to your work and tell you how to run things,” she said bitterly.
“You could have if you accepted my offer,” Batman pointed out. She huffed, pushing out his arms only to cross them. She faintly heard Oswald and Ed arguing over the gunfire, but she paid them no mind. She was angry, with whom, it was anyone’s guess. But it seemed she was taking it out on Batman.
“Doesn’t matter now,” she sighed out, “so what now?”
“Now, you stay out of the way so I can stop them from hurting anyone,” Batman said, ignoring that look she was giving him. “And then I’m taking you home.”
“No shit,” she said, and peeked her head over the table when the gunfire had stopped. But she was quickly pushed down and she shot Batman a look. “What?”
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Like you would let that happen,” she quipped back. “And even if you did, Alfred would have your head. He likes me more than you.”
“First of all, no he doesn’t,” he grunted trying to mask his annoyance, it wasn’t working. “Secondly, you need to shut up or I’ll let it happen.”
She gasped mockingly and covered her heart with her hands. Instead of saying what she wanted too, a wince left her mouth, drawing Batman’s attention to her.
“You're hurt,” he said, his annoyance with her was replaced by worry. Grabbing her arm to look at her shoulder better. She winced and tried to pull her arm back, he didn’t let go.
“I’m fine,” she countered, tugging her arm with more force. She stopped when a sharp pain shot through her arm and hissed.
“Doesn’t sound like it,” he grunted.
“It’s just a scratch,” she tried to argue but knew it was a losing battle when Batman shot her a glare. “It missed anything important.”
“You’re shot and I’m pretty sure the bullet’s still in there,” he pointed out. When silence settled into the room, Batman looked over the table and cursed. “Great, now I have to go find them.”
“Sorry for getting in the way,” she mumbled, cradling her injured out. Guilt seeped its way in her stomach, and she hunched into herself.
“It’s fine, they’re probably out back,” he said, standing up, he bent down and picked her up with ease. She made a noise in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck without thinking.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you somewhere safe while I finish up,” he said, walking towards the bathroom. He shouldered the door open and moved to place her on the counter. He leaned over and grabbed a wad of paper towels and pressed it against her shoulder. “Keep the pressure on it.”
“I think I know what to do, Bruce,” she said, groaning as she pressed the towels onto her shoulder. “I am a doctor.”
“Not yet you aren’t.”
“Oh Batman!” They heard Ed yell from the other side of the door. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”
“What’s gotten into him?” she asked, watching Bruce move towards the door.
“Stay here until I come get you,” he said, ignoring her question.
“Are you always this bossy?”
“Are you always this annoying?” he shot back.
“Yes,” she said in a heartbeat. Batman shook his head but she didn’t miss the small smile dancing on his lips.
“I mean it, stay here,” he said, staring her down until she nodded.
“Yes boss,” she said. With that, Bruce turned into Batman as he slipped through the door.
As she sat there, the adrenaline from the night wore off and the pain from her shoulder started trickling in. She tried to ignore the pain and let her mind drift to the events that happened that night. Ed was all about riddles and quizzes about trivial stuff. Not whatever happened tonight. And it scared her.
She groaned and slumped against the wall, trying her best to ignore the yelling and fighting that was happening in the other room. “I quit,” she mumbled to no one in particular.
She closed her eyes and tiredness of the day seeped into her body. Thinking it would be fine if she rested a little bit without falling asleep.
She didn’t know how long she'd been sitting there, it could have been seconds, minutes, days, and if she was feeling dramatic, years. But soon enough, the door to the bathroom opened. Someone said her name but she didn’t have enough energy to acknowledge them.
A hand gently slapped her cheeks and she blinked open her eyes only to see a blurry Batman standing in front of her. She blinked a few times until he wasn’t so blurry.
“Bruce?” she questioned, “what are you doing at my house dressed up as Batman?”
“Where not at your house, Bug. We’re still at the lounge,” he said, taking the bloodied towels away from her shoulder. He applied fresh ones and the sharp pain that scattered throughout her arm was enough to wake her up.
“Is the fight over?” she asked, moving to sit forward. “Are they okay?”
“You’re still worried about them even after what happened tonight?” She only shrugged in response, feeling like if she explained it, he wouldn’t understand. “Yeah they’re okay. Nygma was hit with something, but he should be fine in a few hours. The police and EMT’s are on the way, so I should be leaving soon.”
“Leaving me so soon?” she asked. He shook his head and helped her down off the counter.
“I’ll still be around, you just won’t be able to see me.”
She nodded and the two of them made their way out of the bathroom. She looked around the lounge and grimaced at the thought of cleaning it up. Tables and chairs were thrown around, bullet holes littered the walls and everything.
“You know what? I quit,” she said again, leaning onto Batman’s arms. “I think I’ll make due without a job for a while. Besides, I’m almost done with school.”
“Thought you liked working here.” Not a question, but she answered all the same.
“I do, but cleaning this place up after one of your fights gets exhausting after a while. I’ve had my run at running a club, it’s time for my next adventure. Hopefully one where I’m not in the middle of one of your fights.”
Bruce huffed a laugh and shook his head in amazement. “Sometimes I wonder how we became friends and stayed friends.”
She looked up and squinted. “We fought over crayons in the second grade and I couldn’t get you to leave me alone since.”
“Mm, I remember it being the other way around.”
She stuck her nose in the air and huffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Right,” he said with a laugh. Once they made it outside, she widened her eyes as she took notice of Ed and Oswald tied up together and unconscious. Though if she didn’t know any better, she would have thought they were dead.
“You didn’t kill them, did you?” she whispered as if that would get him to admit that he did. She couldn’t help a small smile when he shot her a look.
“You know me better than that,” he grunted, and she could feel him rolling his eyes, even if she couldn’t see it. “But they’ll be fine. I have to leave for now, but I’ll come find you later.”
“What? Why?” she said, turning to him in alarm. With the adrenaline finally leaving her body, she felt her body crashing, and she was worried and scared of being alone.
“The police are on their way along with the EMT’s,” he elaborated, squeezing her uninjured shoulder in reassurance. “You need to get your shoulder checked and I’m pretty sure Gordon has some questions for you.”
She groaned and moved to sit on the steps of the lounge. “You called the commissioner?”
“Only because he’s the only one I trust to keep you out of harm's way.”
“Very reassuring,” she said dryly. Bruce patted her head before taking out his grappling hook, he shot it at a building after reassuring her that he’ll be back. Just not in the bat suit.
She sat there, and watched as police cars and an ambulance came speeding towards them. They stopped just before the lounge, and got straight to work. She watched as one of the police officers made a beeline towards her, and she scooted back at the look he sent her. But before he had the chance to question her, or arrest her from the looks he shot her, Commissioner Gordon stopped him.
Gordon sent him to do something else, and turned and made his way towards her. “Good evening Commissioner,” she greeted, attempting to wave but stopped when pain shot through her.
“Evening,” he greeted, looking over her form. “Anyone taken a look at your shoulder yet?”
“Not yet.” At her answer, Gordon waved over the paramedics. They looked it over, and she was relieved that Bruce was wrong. It ended up being a through and through so all she needed were stitches. Which they did, and bandaged her up, telling her to go to the hospital if it was getting worse. A little confused, she nodded and watched as they packed up and left. “Shouldn’t I get a ride to the hospital with them?”
Gordon shrugged, not having a clue. “You up for answering a few questions or would you rather get those stitches?”
She thought about it before answering. “I’ll answer some questions, the thought of going to the hospital right now sounds tiring.”
Smiling, Gordon helped her up and escorted her to his car. “We’ll do it at the station, more privacy.”
The ride to the station was quiet and so was the walk towards the interrogation room. Though she could make due without the stares or glares.
“Sorry about them,” Gordon said, letting her in the trim before closing the door behind him. “They’re not the biggest fan of your boss.”
“Can’t understand why,” she said, and sat down. Gordon hummed and went straight to questioning her. They were standard questions, if she was aware what was happening, if she was working for Oswald in his side business.
A couple of hours had passed, and Gordon looked as tired as she felt. “And you had no idea what Cobblepot’s was doing while you worked at the front?” he asked again.
“Yup. I was in charge of everything that was pertaining to the Lounge. I was one of the bartenders, I managed the front, made sure everything was okay. I did inventory, did the books for Oswald, and made sure everyone was paid. Cleaned the front of the Lounge, decorated accordingly to the seasons and holidays. I did everything. The only rule was that I wasn’t allowed to go in the back rooms. The only room I was allowed to go into was the storage room and the cooler where we kept the decorations and where we stored the drinks.”
Gordon sighed and rubbed his face before nodding. “Okay,” he said slowly, standing up.
“So I can go?” she asked, watching as he made his way to the door.
“Not yet,” he said and her shoulders slumped into disappointment. “I need to collaborate your story with Cobblepot. And that all depends on if he’s awake or not.”
With that, he left, leaving her in the room with her thoughts. She was really regretting not going to the hospital when he offered.
She sat there and tapped her fingers on the table, puffing out her cheeks as she thought about Harley. “Oh man, she’s gonna kill me,” she groaned, sinking into her seat. “Selina too, I just hope they don’t hear anything about this until I’m out.”
But the commotion that she could hear coming down the hall, proved her wrong. Straining her ears, she could hear Harley muffled yelling and Selina’s worried tone. She was afraid they’d get in trouble if they continued. Soon, she heard Bruce’s voice rumble through the room.
“Good, with Bruce here they’ll be fine,” she sighed, crossing her arms, waiting.
An hour or so later, the door finally opened revealing a sheepish Gordon. “Sorry about that.”
“I’d say no worries, but I’d be lying,” she said, sitting up straight. “Everything okay out there?”
“Yeah, you friends sure know how to make an entrance,” he answered. He opened the door for her and gestured with his head. “Go, with how many times I’ve questioned you, I have no reason to doubt you.”
She smiled and stood, making her way out the door. As she passed Gordon, she patted his arm. “I’m sorry for the headaches I’ve caused you. I hope to not cause you more in the future.”
“Trust me, you’re one headache I don’t mind having. You’re better than the bat and the criminals we have to deal with,” he said, with a smile. She laughed and shook head.
“Good luck,” she said as a goodbye. As she walked towards the front of the building, she could hear Harley.
“You can’t keep her here,” Harley whined, “you either have to charge her or let her go. She didn’t do anything.”
“She’s only here to answer a few questions, Ms, Quinzel. She’s free to leave once the Commissioner gives the all clear,” the officer at the front desk explained.
“It’s been hours though,” Selina pointed out. “You have nothing to hold her on. So either release her or charge her.”
From where she stood, she couldn’t see the expression on the officer's face, but the slumped shoulders told her they were tired.
“I’m sure your friend is finished any moment now. Please have a seat until then.”
“If you don’t, I’m going to riot and nothing can stop me,” Harley stated, moving to jump on the front desk. Bruce wrapped his arms around Harley and picked her up, holding her to his chest.
It was quite the sight to watch Harley being carried like a baby, thrashing around demanding to be let go.
“I don’t think she wants to stay here any longer if you're thrown in lockup,” Bruce commented, moving back a little so Harley couldn’t hit the desk. Selina looked on in amusement while Harley pouted.
“Do I weigh nothing to you?” Harley asked, turning her head to look up at him. Bruce shrugged and sent her a smirk.
“It’s like holding a couple of grapes,” he answered, causing Selina to laugh.
“Don’t quote Brooklyn 99 to me,” Harley squawked, wiggling until she was free. Before anyone could do anything else, she walked through the door.
“Can we go home?” she asked, interrupting whatever else they were planning. “I’m really tired.”
The three of them whipped their heads towards her, and she could see the officer physically relax.
“Pumpkin!” Harley shouted, darting towards her, almost tackling her to the ground in a hug. “I thought I’d never see you again!”
She winced when Harley pressed onto her shoulder and hoped no one noticed. But luck was not on her side tonight and Harley immediately let go, looking at her in concern.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Harley asked, she shook her head and gestured to her shoulder.
“Nygma was shooting up the place and I got a bullet to my shoulder,” she answered, “it was a through and through though, so the paramedics gave me a few stitches,” she said, giving Bruce a pointed look. Which he ignored completely.
“You should still go to the hospital,” Harley said, leaning over to study her shoulder. “At least to get it checked out.”
“I’m fine,” she said, waving it away like it was nothing. “I just want to go home.”
“No, Harley’s right,” Selina said, and stood beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and she leaned into her touch. “It needs to be looked at properly.”
“Come on, I’ll drive,” Bruce said and ushering the three of them out of the building and into the car.
“More like Alfred will drive. I’ve never seen you behind the wheel once in our entire life,” she said as she climbed in, saying hello to Alfred.
“That is because he's a terrible driver,” Alfred answered for Bruce. She laughed, and leaned her weight on Harley, feeling sleep pull at her.
“I have no doubt about that,” she said, closing her eyes.
“To the hospital, Alfred.”
“Thanks again,” Harley said, snuggling closer. “Come on Pumpkin. Sleep, I’ll wake you when we’re at the hospital.”
She mumbled something incoherent and let sleep claim her.
———
“It was the shortest drive in my life but I had it looked at properly,” she finished. “Took forever though, I almost fell asleep while waiting.”
“You did fall asleep,” Bruce pointed out, “and you fell asleep while they redid your stitches, and while we were leaving. I ended up having to carry you so you didn't fall. Alfred insisted we bring you here, it was closer. Alfred was worried and he made sure Selina and Harley could stay too.”
“Oh that makes sense now,” she mumbled. “And you can’t blame me, it had been a long night and I was exhausted by the time Jim was done questioning me.”
“No one blames you,” Bruce said, “if anything, I blame myself.”
“Don’t even go there. No one could have known what was going to happen,” she said.
“So, do you have a scar?” Dick asked before the two of them could go into the blaming game.
She made a face and nodded. “Yeah, it’s small though but it’s there. No you cannot see it.”
“Awe.”
“At least now you're in the scar club,” Jason joked, she snorted.
“Boy, I joined that club long before any of you showed up,” she said and they all turned to look at you.
“You mean that’s not the last time you’ve been in the middle of a Batman fight?” Damian asked the question they were all thinking.
“It was my first yeah, but not my last.”
“Tell me more,” Steph pressed, resting her chin on her moms shoulder.
“Another time, my dear. I’m all storied out,” she said, patting Stephanie’s cheek gently.
There was a collective awe mans, but they all moved to get up, restarting their game of football.
“The amount of heart attacks I’ve gotten because you somehow ended up in the middle of those fights is astonishing,” Bruce said, moving to sit beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him.
“Yeah, I’d say sorry but-”
“But you're not,” Bruce finished, leaning down to kiss her head with a smile.
“Not my fault fate has issues with me,” she hummed, watching her children run around. Jason had the ball and both Duke and Dick were trying to tackle him for it.
“No, but it is when you keep tempting it.”
“What can I say? I live for the adventure.”
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Master of Shadows [1/?]
Fandom: DC (Nolanverse; Batman Comics)
Pairing: Bane x Fem! Reader
Summary: You are a tailor that works for Oswald Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin, who tasks you with making clothes for the abnormally large man who has recently arrived in Gotham, Bane. While working with Bane, you see an opportunity to escape the Penguin, something you have wanted for years, and if you play your cards right, you may just gain your freedom and bond with the handsome man in the mask along the way.
A/N: working on another series before finishing Prove Them Wrong is a terrible idea, but I haven’t been able to get this story out of my head. In later chapters I may attempt to write smut for the first time (chapters will be marked as such if there is smut included and I may add *s so people can skip over it, but I’m still undecided on that at the moment).
“Shit,” you swear under your breath as blood pools in a bubble on your skin, painting the finger you’d just pricked with a needle a warm red. You weave the needle into the fabric and leave it dangling before standing up to search for a bandage and curse the Penguin for the millionth time that day. You walk across the room to where the first-aid kit hangs on the wall from an old, rusty nail, take it down, and rifle through the supplies, tossing aside painkillers, tweezers, a thermometer, and sterile gloves, heart sinking as you realize you didn’t replenish the gauze and band-aids after the last time you’d accidentally hurt yourself. With a groan and much internal dread, you exit the room and descend the creaky wooden stairs to search for a band-aid.
At the bottom of the staircase, just as you’re about to dart into the bathroom down the hall to the right, the doorway to Oswald Cobblepot’s office swings open, revealing your boss, dwarfed as he stands beside someone you had never seen before. The first thing you notice about the unfamiliar person is how big they are; their arms are bulging with muscle and you could see his thigh muscles straining against his cargo pants. The second thing you notice about them was the mask covering the lower half of their face and the slight metallic hiss it seemed to make.
You’re about to tell your boss you’re only down here to get a band-aid, but he speaks first. “Aha! If it isn’t just the person I was hoping to see!” He beckons you over to his office and leads you to one of the plush velvet chairs in front of his desk before walking around to sit behind it. “Take a seat. You too, big man,” he says. The man he’d been standing with before you’d entered the room sat in the chair next to you, and the chair creaked with the effort of supporting him. “This is the tailor I was telling you about!” Cobblepot says, pointing to you with a wide smile. “She makes all my suits, which is why I’m the most dapper man around!” You immediately freeze in your seat. If Cobblepot is acting excited about anything other than a visit from his beloved Edward Nygma, it was most certainly bad news, and as much as you want to stay far away from whatever “it” is, it seems like you’re right in the middle of it.
“Y/N, meet Bane,” Cobblepot says with grandeur. You look at the man sitting next to you warily. “Bane only just arrived in Gotham last week, and as the king of this city, I like to know who the big players are, and I think this man is going to bring something new to Gotham that can benefit my circle of friends and colleagues greatly…well I suppose it would be more accurate to say he is going to remove something from Gotham.” Bane nods curtly and crosses his arms, clearly growing tired of the Penguin’s little speech. “Alright, so now to the point of you, little tailor. Well you see, Bane here is a large guy, he has some trouble finding comfortable clothes. So I need you to take his measurements and make a few things for him; I’ll let him specify what they are exactly.” Cobblepot stands and makes for the door to escort you and Bane out of his office, but you don’t move. “Y/N, don’t keep me waiting!” Cobblepot snaps.
Crossing your own arms as you rise from the chair, you take a step towards your boss. “Before I begin working on this…special project,” you start, eyes darting over to Bane before sliding back to Cobblepot. “I want to address the matter of compensation. Making clothes for Bane will require significantly more material as well as more time than your clothes do. With an increased cost of production, the pay should be higher, yes?” you ask, raising a brow as Cobblepot’s own eyebrows slant in anger.
“You are in no position to be making demands, you little-” he snaps before cutting himself off, remembering he has company.
“I also need more band-aids for the first aid kit,” you say, refusing to back down. Cobblepot nods and sends you a withering glare that tells you you’re going to regret opening your mouth before escorting you and Bane to the bottom of the stairwell you had descended not long ago.
“Go take his measurements and compile a list of anything you need that you don’t already have; I’ll have it picked up this evening. And remember my navy and purple suit with the yellow accents needs to be done for tomorrow evening’s function!”
“Yes, boss,” you sigh as he makes his way back into his office and you lead Bane up the stairs.
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“Stand here please,” you direct Bane as you grab a stepstool, measuring tape, notebook, and pen from around the room. “So, what will I be making for you?” you ask as you flip to a clean page of the notebook.
“The first thing I need is a coat,” he answers, and you take in the sound of his voice for the first time. It has a slight lilting quality but sounds menacing all the same, and the mask gives it a tinny undertone.
You nod and step onto the stool to begin measuring his muscled back over the tight black shirt he wears. “Can you tell me more about the kind of coat you want while I measure?” you ask, using his back to support the notepad as you write down his measurements. He looks over his shoulder at you, glancing down to where you’re writing, but he doesn’t comment.
“I care about functionality,” he starts. “It seems it can get quite cold here in the wintertime,” he continues, and you move around to his front side and ask him to hold his arms straight out to the sides and measure his chest. He looks down at you as you work, and you write down more measurements. Pulling the stool around, you kneel to measure his waist, listening as he finishes describing the coat he wants. You can’t help but notice his stomach is a bit softer than the rest of him, though there is still certainly muscle there, and it brings you a sense of comfort, reassuring you that the man you’re alone with is human. A very large, strong human who could probably kill you faster than you could blink, but human nonetheless.
You stand on the stool to measure his height; he’d mentioned wanting a bit of a longer coat, and just as you’re about to write the measurement down–using his body for support, which he had continued to say nothing about–the door bursts open and a man with reddish-brown hair and a five o’clock shadow shouts “Bane!” Your head snaps up, and you’re about to reprimand him for storming in when your weight tips the stool and you fall. You brace for the impact of the hard floor, but it never comes. Instead, you find yourself in Bane’s arms.
“Thanks,” you blush, and he nods as he sets you down.
“Barsad,” he says, turning to the man who had just stormed in. “I told you I would be out until after dark and not to disturb me. What is it?” Barsad looks between you and Bane, hesitating, but Bane waves him on.
“We have a date problem back at…well, you know. The woman bribed one of the guards, I suspect Ollie, and he let her go.” Your ears perk up at that as you continue to wind the measuring tape back around the round track you keep it on. “And the event is in an hour and a half.”
“Do you still have the dress?” Bane asks, glancing over at you.
“We do; it would be a bit difficult to transport,” Barsad explains. “What are you thinking, boss?”
“This one,” Bane says, nodding to you, is a tailor, so if we took her, she could make a few adjustments on the dress and she could stand in as the date.”
“Hold on,” you say, unable to stand by quietly despite your better judgement. “If I’m possibly going to some mystery event, I’d like to know what it is,” you say, crossing your arms.
“That is none of your concern,” the man, Barsad, says dismissively, about to continue speaking, when Bane holds a hand up and silences him.
“Under normal circumstances, I would agree with you, but this woman is someone we are doing business with, so we will play nice for the time being. And if she is to perform the part well, she should know what she will be doing.”
“I am right here!” you say, causing both men to look at you.
With a deep exhale, Barsad says, “I need someone to take as a plus one to a party tonight, a fancy one.”
You hesitate, wheels spinning in your mind. You know getting involved with whatever these men have going on is a bad idea, but you’re already employed by one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals, so you doubt it can really get much worse. Decision made, you speak up once more. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about the party at Wayne Manor, would you?” you ask.
“Clever,” Bane says, but you get the feeling he is being condescending, so you send a glare his way. “But you are correct, that is the event.”
“Well…I have always wanted to see the inside of the place,” you admit. “And I’ve been dying to get out of this building for ages!” Bane looks at you in a way you can’t quite decipher, but you brush it aside.
“So it is settled,” Barsad says. “Now, about this dress we-” he starts.
“I think I have something that might be better than whatever the hell it is you have planned,” you say, cutting him off. “No offense, of course,” you add, looking him up and down and noting that his fashion sense isn’t as bad as you’d expected. You stride over to a closet in the back corner of the room, put in the code for the lock you keep on it, and open it, revealing a small collection of couture dresses fit for the finest galas in Gotham. You slide the dresses around, scooting hangers left and right, until you find the dress you were looking for. It is a silk and tulle grey floor-length dress with a fitted bodice that has a plunging v-neck and sheer long sleeves. At the waist, the dress flares out slightly, and there are both white and black pearls sewn into the dress at the waist. “How’s this for a dress?” you ask with a smirk, satisfied when both mens’ eyebrows shoot up and Barsad gives you a wide smile.
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Finnie you know who this is (I wish they let you send asks from a side account 😭😭). ANYWAY soooo per our discussion, I would like to request 2022 Ozzie being a gentle Dom but specifically focusing on his fingers. 👀👀 The coldness of his rings contrasting the warmth of readers body, how he may tease them until they say "please" and then he's willing to do anything for them.
Also if it could be plus size reader, that would be fantastic uwu. 💙💙
Two Fingers
Farrell!Penguin x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.75k
fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers i am going insane over this request bug and it cheered me up immensely while i was writing it at my desk BUT it kinda got away from me lmao i hope reader was plus sized enough, i always forget to describe reader because i spent so long training myself not to lol 💜🐧
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, fingering, nipple play, gentle dom ozzie
"Two fingers of scotch, sweetheart."
You stopped in your tracks, arms on either side of you, pushing you up from the cushion. Looking over to Oswald's desk, you caught his eye, and he smiled towards you.
"If you're getting up to go to the bar."
"Oh! I wasn't actually. I was getting up to come over and see you."
You stood up from the sofa in the corner of Oswald's office, your perch, as he called it. The place you sat most evenings, waiting for him to finish up his work. When you reached him, you jutted your hip out and rested against the edge of the desk, laying your palm delicately against the lapel of his suit jacket.
"I thought that maybe you'd be better comforted by a warm touch, than a stiff drink. Besides, with the day you've had? Do you really think two fingers'll be enough?"
He grinned, gold tooth catching in the light, twinkling in sync with his eyes as a mischievous sparkled in them.
"Two fingers is always enough."
You fed into the flirting, encouraging it with your smile and batting your eyelashes at him. Running the edge of the lapel between your fingers, you stared at his lips, biting softly at your own as you held back the embarrassing, excited giggle that threatened to escape you. In an attempt to maintain composure, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sultry sigh, and shifted ever so slightly closer to him.
"Is that so?"
"Oh yeah, you'd be surprised at what two fingers can accomplish. Or, rather, toots, you'd be amazed at what I can do with two fingers."
No longer able to suppress the glee in the giggle you let out, you practically jumped at the way he spoke to you. Low, growling, so incredibly attractive. You were moving closer to him, now on the same side of the desk as Oswald. He turned in his chair, resting his palms on the widest part of your hips. His fingers tickled delicately over the surface of your protrusions and curves as he moved his hands up and down your sides, guiding you with him as he turned his chair back around to face the desk. He let his touch linger as you settled into your new position, sandwiched between his body, still seated, and the desk, which you rested against.
You stood still, your legs between Oswald's which were spread wide apart to give you space. The way he looked up at you made you feel like a work of art, gazed on from people smaller than you, people down on the ground. People who were trying to get to the same level as you, reaching for the pedestal that Oswald sat you on.
"Ok then, what can you do with two fingers then, Mr Cobblepot?"
It drove him wild when you teased him, even more so when you added an air of faux formality to it.
"A lotta things! Sign checks, make business deals, command my empire. Which way will Cesar Cobblepot's thumb fall, y'know?"
"Impressive. That's all business though, what about something more personal?"
Oswald let his hands drop down the back of your thighs, swooping round to the front where he lifted the hem of your skirt, just enough to expose your knees and let his thumbs graze over them.
"Well, I can hold open a door for my beautiful princess. I can summon a waiter over to take her order. I can send her a message to cheer-"
"The way you type, you only use one finger. And you do it with your nose pressed all the way right up to the screen."
You smiled, satisfied to get a gentle dig in. He raised his hands to his heart, mimicking some sort of fake pain your words had caused him before throwing his arms out to the sides.
"Listen, you forget I'm an old man! And I don't quite need glasses yet, sugar. Let me have that one."
You placed your hand on his cheek, your own eyes now boring into his deep, dark brown irises, making a note of the creases and lines that branched out from the corners of his heavy lids, the ones that shifted in different ways depending on what kind of smile he gave you.
"Ok, what else then?"
"Lemme think... Oh! I can do this."
He brought two fingers to your bottom lip, pushing on it gently until they parted and your mouth opened. Oswald stroked at the velvet skin, watching it tremble slightly at his touch, the sudden crossing from verbal flirting to physical shocking you in an entirely pleasant way.
"I can surprise you with just two fingers, huh? Make you speechless?"
You nodded, a small sound at the back of your throat cut short as he moved his fingers further back on your lips. Watching you carefully, keeping an eye out for any subtle, or obvious, signs of disagreement with his movements, he pressed those two large, thick fingers into your mouth. Laying them flat on your tongue. Licking his own lips as you pressed the muscle flat out against your chin, drool forming and spilling onto your face.
"I can show you who's boss too."
Oswald brought his hand to your cheek, rough fingertips grazing gently over your flushed skin, tingling at the tiny, soft hairs that stood on end as he brushed past, electrifying them. His digits continued, skipping over the shell of your ear, catching a loose strand of hair in the process and pushing it back, threading it into place.
"I can keep you neat and tidy, lookin' perfect."
His walked the digits down your front, sweeping them to the side of your body and pressing them into your plush curves, watching your plump skin fold under his pressure, indenting with the soft force, and pushing back out again into the soft curves he admired so much.
But as gentle as he was, he turned the other way completely, looping two fingers in the gap between your top button and the next one, tugging sharp on your shirt and bursting it open.
"Or, I can make a mess of you."
He tugged again, another button popping open with the strength of just his fingers, until your shirt had exposed your bra completely. He dipped two into the cup and pulled it down, revealing your breast, your nipple hardening as he grazed his fingertips over it.
Oswald drew a circle around your nipple, watching your skin shiver despite flushing with heat. Pinching you, teasing your nipple out and pulling your breast with it, he smiled as your breath became heavier, chest rising and falling against his grip. Once he let go, he began flicking his finger over the nipple, tickling you, teasing you, and you could barely hold back from asking for more.
"What else? What else can you do?"
"You wanna know? You gotta ask nicely, sugar."
"Please, Ozzie. Please show me."
Quicker than you thought possible, Oswald had his two fingers gliding up your thigh, pressing into the skin, watching the way your thickness dimpled under him. And then he had them under the hem of your skirt, both of them pressed together and rubbing your desperate pussy over your underwear.
Your body reacted immediately, grinding into him, keening and whining for more, satisfied with his two fingers, but needing them closer to you, to feel them on your skin. And sensing this, he pulled your panties to the side, letting his digits stroke against your swollen lips, spreading them apart and closing them around your clit.
As you bucked up towards him, he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingertips, biting down on his lip as he watched the way you held your breath, letting it go in long, trembling sighs when you couldn't hold it any longer. Those two fingers, now coated in your slick, coaxing your arousal on their own with ease. Forcing you to buck your hips towards him as you silently, but not subtly, asked for more.
And he obliged, letting his fingers slide between your lips and inside of you. Thick, strong, pulsing as he explored you, beginning to fuck you with them as you felt the definite threat of orgasm burn inside of you. He pressed further, the sharp cool of his rings as they came into contact with your skin serving as a delicious change in texture, one that made you mutter some expletive much to Oswald's amusement.
He rotated his wrist, fingers deep in you, down to the knuckles, hooked and tapping at the exact right spot to have you almost doubling over. It took so much effort to keep yourself balanced as you felt those two digits, manicured nails, polished rings, the hair close to the knuckles, now covered in your slick as he pumped them in and out to a purposeful beat. If you hadn't had something to concentrate on, like not falling, you knew you would have cum long ago.
The edge of the desk felt like it could snap under your white knuckle grip as you clung to it, your whines growing into moans, which gave way to a desperate scream as you reached your climax, clenching around Oswald's fingers as he spoke to you, endless praise, notes of admiration, 'good girls' being let out in a steady rhythm as he saw you through every ounce of pleasure.
With a shuddering breath and a soft whimper, you let the last vibrations of your orgasm roll over you, collapsing against the desk and steadying yourself on wobbling legs.
"See, what'd I tell ya?"
Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, body settling down post-orgasm, muscles relaxing, fingers untensing. You'd been hoping for such a tremendous example of what he was capable of, even though you already knew very well, and of course, being Oswald Cobblepot, he had delivered.
Watching him with hazy vision and half-lidded eyes you took in his every move. The slow, precise way he produced the napkin from under his empty whisky glass, running his two fingers along the flat of it before licking the last of your slick from them, a low moan rumbling in his chest at your taste.
Catching your eye, the lustful gaze with which you focused on him, he winked, offering you another of his knowing, mischievous grins.
"Two fingers, two of my fingers, are all you need, sweetheart."
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the night we met || b.w || prologue
synopsis : who knew one night would change both of your lives
warnings : idk, spelling, vigilante, mentions of drugs, trafficking, rapists, murders, and general crime
brucewayne x fem!reader
a/n ; follows no specific plot line other than that bruce has been batman for a few years now. also, readers suit is this :)
batman slowly enters the apartment building's 6th floor through one of its balconies. using one of his many gadgets he sweeps through the rooms getting closer to the main room.
for the past three weeks both the falcone family and oswald cobblepot, or the penguin, had been moving suspiciously. well, more than usual. so much that commissioner gordon had personally asked the vigilante to find out what had been going on.
so far, a week later, all he'd found out is that falcone had been using the iceberg lounge to smuggle drugs. from where? who knows. to who? who knows. surprisingly, they had all kept it very tight and under wraps.
it wasn't until two days ago where batman had found a person involved in the whole ring and had valuable evidence. now, batman was creeping up to his apartment. he reaches back to his utility belt to pull out a lock-pic only to stop, his eyes narrowing at the door clearly forced open.
instead he opts to grab a batarang instead and slowly pushes the door open, stepping into the dimly lit apartment.
living room? clear. kitchen? clear. bathroom? also clear. which left the bedroom. light poured out from under the bedroom door. there's no sound coming from behind it, which doesn't help his nerves. batman pushes the door open only to be met with the man laying on his back on the bed. his eyes are wide open, blankly staring up at the ceiling.
there's a few white lines of drugs on his nightstand as well as a dime bag half full, rolled up money, and a credit card. that paired with the man's chest no moving means that he'd overdosed.
batman's eyes gloss over the room. something's off. he couldn't tell what exactly, but he knew. in the corner of the room was an opened safe.
there. he creeped closer only to find it opened as well, the safe empty of its content.
"looking for this?"
batman whips around to where the closet was. there you stood, holding up an orange folder. his eyes scanned you. you didn't seem like a threat. you wore a black and grey bodysuit with white-silver highlights. the top of your face was covered by a mask and your hair let down.
"who are you?" he asks. another vigilante? or a mercenary? or did you work for falcone and were tying up lose ends?
"inescapable." you reply. batman frowns. what the hell does that mean?
"you're one of falcone's people," he says, accusingly.
you laugh in disbelief. "me? you really think i'd work for that scum? no, bat-boy, i'm like you. except i can take the finally plunge."
"you did this?" he says, referring to the dead man on the bed.
"well, not really," you shrug. "i didn't shove the cocaine down his nose, personally. but, i also didn't stop him." you could see batman slightly grimace when you said that, but you couldn't really care. "took some time for him to trust me, but hey," you hold up the folder, "it was worth it in the end."
"what are you going to do with it? sell it?"
"no, i've got enough money. i'm just going to look over it, make some notes and then hand it over to you and the boy's in blue."
"and when will that be?" there's an edge in his voice as batman get's irritated the more you play him.
"depending on how soon i leave, it should take too long." you hum.
"you really think i'm going to let you go with such important information?" batman crosses his arms over his chest. even through the tactical suit you could still see his bulging muscles.
"well it's not up to you really." you give a mischievous smile. "you see, our friend there was supposed to make a phone call to his criminal friends. now, because of his untimely death, he wasn't able to do that. so now, they're on their way here. and i am going to leave."
just as you finished your explanation the sound of a car engine could be heard outside. batman looks out the window. there, were two cars, all filled with mobsters, no doubt coming up here like you'd said.
batman looks back to you to say something but pauses when he sees that you're gone with the folder.
fucking hell.
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by the time bruce makes it back to the batcave it's nearing 5 in the morning. alfred's there with a warm cup of tea, like always, and ready to treat any possible injuries. bruce steps out of the batmobile tumbler and removes the cowl.
"rough night, mater wayne?" the old man asks. he walks over, swapping the cowl for the cup of tea. bruce rolls his shoulder and takes a sip of the tea. it was a special blend that was to help his sore muscles and help his sleep easier.
"something like that." rather then heading towards the elevator, bruce walks over to the massive computer and sits down.
after you had left he had to deal with six mobsters by himself and then called over gordon hoping for some information, only to be left with more questions. though, he was given a name.
"inescapable?" alfred reads aloud. bruce presses enter and the watches as the computer tries to decipher the word.
"is this some code?"
bruce grunts, rolling his shoulders. "something like that." he takes a sip of the warm tea. "there was a women, at the apartment. she was wearing some sort of gear. looked handmade."
"another vigilante?" alfred muses.
"if she were another vigilante then she'd have been on our radar. it's like she just appeared out of thin air." bruce watches as the computer worked to find something. when it does, it shows a series of articles and photos.
"adrasteia was the goddess of "inevitable fate", representing "pressing necessity", and the inescapability of punishment." the first article read.
alfred slightly leans over, pointing at a certain part of the article and read aloud. "the name adrasteia can be understood as meaning "inescapable". there's your link."
bruce clicks off to another article, this time it was a news article. "adrasteia takes down new yorks biggest crime family. so she has experience."
"but the question is, what is she doing in gotham?" alfred hums.
as the two looked through more article, more and more information surfaced about you. you were a vigilante that fought crime in new york. it started off small, handling petty crime before moving up to taking down rapists and murders until you took down one of new yorks biggest crime families. after that, it seems that you vanished and reappeared in gotham.
another thing about you, that rubbed him the wrong way, was that you weren't afraid to kill if necessary. you went after everyone, and like your namesake, you were inescapable.
after a few hours of more research alfred finally had enough and dragged bruce back to his room.
"you can look over all of this after you've had your rest. the last thing we need is bruce yayne collapsing at one of his charity galas due to lack of sleep."
bruce begrudgingly agrees and heads to bed. despite the exhaustion taking over him, he couldn't help but think back to you and your encounter with him.
what's this? another bruce wayne fic? and it's a series? whaaa <3
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The City Is Poisoned. (Season 1)
A Gotham!Victor Zsasz X Fem!Cobblepot!Reader fanfic from s1 to s5.
Summary: After the death of Thomas and Martha Wayne, the city is about to never be the same again. Everybody knows that.
Even being the loved younger sister of Oswald Cobblepot, you don't always know what your brother is up to, and your curiosity might get you to the most dirty and obscure parts of the city.
A new kind of crazy people seems to be rising in Gotham, and you might get dragged into the whole mess without even noticing.
TW.: everything you see in the tv show but a little more explicit and detailed sometimes. +18.
CHAPTERS :
[ 1 ]
[ 2 ] (COMING THIS WEEK!)
Author: I'M SO EXCITED!! love y'all!
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Jealousy
(Arkham!Riddler x Fem!Reader)
● Ao3 ● X ● Retrospring ● Read on Ao3 ●
Jealous? Edward Nigma, jealous?
Of course not. The idea is absurd. What does he have to be jealous over? He's only the World's Greatest Everything. Of all the Rogues, he’s certainly the most good-looking. His intellect is unmatched. There’s nothing he, Edward Nigma, has to be jealous over—
Until he sees the way Oswald Cobblepot is ogling you.
Edward would see red. He doesn’t like that Oswald is eyeing you up like a delicious piece of meat. But his narcissism, and his pride, won’t let him admit he’s jealous. No, of course it’s nothing. Your eyes won’t stray, will they?
But when Two-Face takes a second glance in your direction, introduces himself and calls you “doll”, Edward would see red again. His hands would start to shake, but he’d hook his thumbs around his toolbelt to keep it from showing.
Because his pride is still there. Yes, of course – why is he jealous? He, Edward Nigma, has your attention and only yours.
But when you turn to talk to Harley and Ivy, watches you laugh at something Harley said, he’d grit his teeth. His insecurities would start to set in. You weren’t laughing at him, were you? Finally, he’d step in between the three you and make some excuse to whisk you farther away from everyone else.
Then, just when he thinks your eyes are on him again, Scarecrow would step in. Cold eyes would stare you from head to toe, but he wouldn’t say anything other than, “I wonder what you fear most, my dear?”
Edward would know right away. The small implication that Johnathon Crane has taken an interest in you. “Enough, Crane,” he’d bark out.
His voice would carry across the room, get everyone else’s attention.
Oswald would laugh. “Jealous that pretty little thing is getting more attention than you, Nigma?” he’d ask.
No, no – of course that wasn’t it. Edward knew he was the greatest. But the thought of your eyes drifting from his to someone else, to that someone else pulling you away from him instead…
“Of course not, Cobblepot,” he’d snicker, wrapping one arm around your waist. Letting his gloved hand rest tightly on your hip.
The movement wouldn’t go unnoticed. The others would know exactly what his small gesture meant – that you were his and his alone. And when all eyes were on you and him, he’d turn and kiss you, soft and intimate. Just to get his point across.
After all, what does he have to be jealous for, anyways?
You’re kissing him, aren’t you?
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Request rules.
I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.
I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.
I also only really write x reader fics.
My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!
- Thanks for the requests though! :)
Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!
People/characters I will write for:
DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:
- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.
- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.
- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).
- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.
- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.
- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.
- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.
HORROR:
- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.
- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.
- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.
- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.
- The Boy - Brahms.
- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.
- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.
- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.
- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.
- The Crow - Eric Draven.
- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.
MARVEL:
- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.
- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.
- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.
DC:
- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.
- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.
- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).
- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.
The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).
ANIME:
- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.
- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.
- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.
- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.
- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.
- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.
- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.
- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.
- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.
MUSIC:
- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.
- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).
- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.
- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.
- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.
- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.
- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).
- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.
SCI-FI:
- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.
- Prey - Naru, Taabe.
- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.
- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.
OTHERS:
- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.
- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.
- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.
- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.
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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)
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How Gotham villains react to their s/o getting shot
Oswald Cobblepot
Victor Zsasz
Butch Gilzean
Eduardo Dorrance
Salvatore Maroni
Translation: Sul doppio - on the double, Tesoro - sweetheart
Oswald
Y/n was laying in the grass, blood running down her side. Oswald came running down the hill four guards behind him, he fell to his knees beside her and pulled her close.
"Who did this to you, my dear?" He whispered.
Y/n could barely speak, the pain was too much. She shook her head and gripped one of his lapels.
"I-I didn't see the face....but I think they worked for Fish Mooney."
Oswald went hot and cold at the very sound of her name, he would make her suffer for this. Nobody does this to his woman and lives.
"Gabe! Bring Y/n back up to the house. I need to make a visit to an old friend."
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Victor Zsasz
Y/n and Zsasz are walking down the road in the rain, it's dark outside and cold. Zsasz hears a gun shot quite close to them, he turned in the direction of the sound when Y/n barely whispers his name.
"V-Victor..."
He spun around and caught her in his arms before she could hit the ground, Victor pressed his hand into her wound and rested his forehead on hers.
"You'll be alright, don't worry...I'll get you home."
Y/n's vision went black and her body felt cold...
Victor gently dabbed a warm washcloth on her forehead while rubbing her arm.
"Victor?" She asked as she opened her eyes, he smiled and connected his lips with hers.
"I won't rest until I find who did this." He whispered.
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Butch Gilzean
"Woah woah woah!" Butch yelled as Y/n and him raised their hands.
"Nobody has to get hurt here!" Y/n said.
The man in black pointed a gun at her and pulled the trigger, she fell to the floor and gasped.
"You son of a bitch!" Butch yelled.
"Don't fuckin move!" The man in black pointed the gun at him. "Now you'll sit there and watch her die!"
Butch charged at him and knocked his ass out, he picked y/n up and laid her out onto the couch.
"Y/n, stay with me baby. Come on it'll be okay....I'll get you some help."
Butch ran to get Mooney and the nearest physician he could find, when he came back he stayed by her side and stared daggers at the physician.
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Eduardo Dorrance
Y/n was sitting on the floor, back against the wall when Eddie came running in.
"Y/n!?" He called out. He stopped when he saw her. Y/n was bleeding from her shoulder and obviously about to pass out.
Eduardo could hear footsteps enter the room from the one adjacent to it. Y/n let out a quiet cough and Eddie knelt down next to her making sure she was alright.
"Y/n? Stay with me..."
"I doubt she'll live for very much longer." A man's voice said as he stepped into the light.
Eddie slowly reached for the gun strapped to his thigh, making sure the man in front of him couldn't see.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am Nathaniel Barnes! I'm sure you've heard of me."
Eddie nodded..
"Yeah I've heard of you, formally Captain of the GCPD. Turned psychopath, tried to kill Jim Gordon. Now you go after a defenseless woman? In her own home, I can see you're still a sick bastard."
Eddie stood and quickly pointed his gun at Barnes, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the gut.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Jim's number, when he picked up Eddie didn't give him a chance to say "Hello".
"Jim! Barnes shot Y/n and I need an ambulance immediately! Why don't you and Harvey get down here and take this son of a bitch in?"
Eduardo hung up and knelt back down next to Y/n, he tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at her.
"You'll be alright, Gorgeous. They'll be here soon, you just gotta stay awake."
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Salvatore Maroni
The Irish man held a gun to Y/n's head as Maroni's men circled him.
"I'll kill her, Sal."
Maroni looked livid, this mooch had a gun to HIS girl, in HIS bar. And the man thought he was gonna escape with his life?
"You shoot her, you'll never make it out that door." He said.
The Irishman laughed and pressed the gun to her back, pulling the trigger.
Y/n's eyes when wide, she could feel the hot liquid run down her back.
"S-Sal...I." She stuttered and fell to the floor.
The man pointed the gun at Salvatore and fired, the gun didn't shoot, it only jammed.
Maroni smiled and motioned for his men to grab him, Sal pickled her up and took her to the back and laid her down on the soft couch.
"Franky!" He yelled. "Get me a doctor, sul doppio!
Tears ran down y/n's face, she let out a quiet sob and rapped her arms around his neck.
"Shh shh shh. Don't cry, Tesoro. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here with you."
THE END ❤️
(I hope you liked it. It's not my best work, but I've had covid for a while and haven't been in the right mindset to write stories. But I just decided to make this because I enjoy making Gotham villain headcanons.)
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Don't lose control/ Oswald Cobblepot x Reader fanfic
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Title: Don't lose control
Fandom: Gotham (TV Series)
Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader
Genre: smut
Summary: Being the king of Gotham was everything Oswald ever wanted. Now when the business was going well and he had control over the whole Underground, nothing indicated that this would change anytime soon.
So why did Oswald start having sleep problems? There were no reasons to be affraid of something. Or someone.
A healhy dose of paranoia was always acceptable, but this time Oswald felt this was something else. Somthing that won't go away so easily.
With more and more time Oswald became quite sure that he needs to find solution of his problems, whatever it takes.
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Polish version here
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What Will I Write?
I write exclusively for male and masculine nonbinary readers. My content is targeted for the masculine queer audience that seems overlooked in much of the fanfiction community (yes!! this includes trans readers, as I am also trans). I will not write x fem reader !!
arthur havisham (dickensian)
- fluff, sensual, romance, siblings, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
ian gallagher
- fluff, sensual, romance, siblings, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
mickey milkovich
- fluff, sensual, romance, siblings, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
eddie munson (stranger things)
- fluff, sensual, romance, siblings, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
steve harrington (stranger things)
- fluff, sensual, romance, siblings, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
jonathan byers (stranger things)
- fluff, sensual, romance, siblings, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
dustin henderson (stranger things)
- fluff, siblings, best friends
kurt kunkle (spree)
- fluff, sensual, romance, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
bruce wayne (the batman)
- fluff, sensual, romance, angst, smut
edward cullen (twilight)
- fluff, romance, siblings, angst, best friends
jacob black (twilight)
- fluff, romance, siblings, angst, best friends
oswald cobblepot (gotham)
- fluff, sensual, romance, angst, friends with benefits, smut
simpbur (various wilbur soot mvs)
-fluff, sensual, romance, smut
tyler galpin (wednesday)
- fluff, sensual, romance, siblings, angst, friends with benefits, best friends, smut
it is very likely that I update this list as I continue to consume content and remember more characters I love, but for now this is all I can think of. Feel free to comment requests or send them in asks, as I'd love to work off of some prompts from you guys!! also, feel free to request fics for characters that arent listed, I definitely forgot some characters that I like!! I will only write for characters I am familiar with tho, so there is a chance that I may not be able to write for your favorite character :(
stick around if you want, or dont. it's your life. :P
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Master of Shadows [2/?]
Fandom: DC (Nolanverse; Batman Comics)
Pairing: Bane x Fem! Reader
Summary: You are a tailor that works for Oswald Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin, who tasks you with making clothes for the abnormally large man who has recently arrived in Gotham, Bane. While working with Bane, you see an opportunity to escape the Penguin, something you have wanted for years, and if you play your cards right, you may just gain your freedom and bond with the handsome man in the mask along the way.
A/N: this is aggressively unedited and kind of short but I am eager to keep the story moving :) please let me know what you think!!
Warnings: intentional violence towards reader (not from Bane)
You step out of the changing room, satisfied with your appearance. You’ve changed into a bra that works with the plunging neckline of the dress to reveal a bit of cleavage, and the cinched waist of the dress hugs your body tightly. The pearls sewn into the dress aren’t too heavy; they actually give the dress a satisfying weight to it and they give you the perfect opportunity to wear drop-down pearl earrings that have two white pearls and one black pearl in the middle. While getting changed, you had applied some dark grey eyeshadow to your eyelids, which looks good with the dress. Lastly, you have some black heeled ankle boots that just peek out from the bottom of the dress. “Well?” you ask, twirling.
“Excellent, now let’s go,” Bane says, hardly sparing you a glance. Barsad offers you a smile and offers his arm to you, which you take as you make your way down the stairs once more. You spare a glance at the Penguin’s office door as you walk past it and down another flight of stairs but keep moving without saying anything. Hopefully he is too distracted by either work or Eddie to notice the already faint sounds of you moving about the attic have faded completely.
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A short while later, you’re standing in Wayne Manor with Barsad, champagne flute in hand and a smile plastered on your face. Before coming here, Bane had said he had other things to deal with, and while you had figured he wouldn’t be at the party, it was another thing entirely to be there alone with Barsad, who you felt you knew even less about than Bane. Barsad proves to be nice enough, if a bit awkward at times, and you often lead him through the crowd so as to avoid the wrong people–being the talented tailor that you are, you had made clothing for some of the richest people in Gotham and have a good understanding of the social dynamics in the room. Just as Bruce Wayne himself makes an entrance, Barsad leans in and whispers in your ear, “Time to go.” You frown but don’t protest and follow him out of the manor and down the long driveway, where a car waits for the both of you. Barsad opens the door for you, and you’re a little disappointed to see Bane isn’t there. As he gets in after you Barsad smirks and says, “Don’t worry, you’ll see the boss in a couple days when he drops by to check on your progress. He always follows up on his projects.” You scowl at that and Barsad laughs, and you think maybe, for the first time in years, you’ve made a friend.
The car stops outside the Iceberg Lounge, and you know this is where you part ways with Barsad and face the consequences of leaving without permission. “I had fun tonight,” you admit as you get out of the car. “See you around,” you add, closing the door as Barsad waves and the car takes off.
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You walk the short distance from the Iceberg Lounge to Oswald Cobblepot’s more private residence, where he greets you at the door rather than having an assistant do it, and you know things are likely worse than you’d thought.
“Sir,” you greet, looking at the floor.
Cobblepot says nothing at first, only slaps you hard right across the face. You hold in the yelp that almost escapes your mouth and look the man in the eyes. “Foolish, ungrateful girl,” he scolds. “Have you any idea what you being seen with Bane and his men could mean for me?” You shake your head as he shoves you against the wall. “It could mean my already fragile alliance with Maroni could shatter! But you don’t care about that, do you, you selfish bitch!” You so badly want to talk back and say you didn’t know, but you know that would only lead to more pain, so you keep quiet. “Back up to the attic, now,” Cobblepot orders. With a nod, you turn to go, but he grabs your arm tightly, and then slides his hand down to yours. Taking your hand, he looks you dead in the eye and snaps your pinky finger in half, causing you to scream. “You don’t really need that one to sew…and if anyone comes looking for you because they saw you tonight, it’s the whole hand, you hear me?” he threatens. Unshed tears line your eyes; you don’t let them fall until he has released your arm and you’re up the stairs in the attic alone.
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The next morning, your broken finger wrapped tightly against the one next to it in some extra tulle from your supply, you look through the fabric samples you have stored in the attic, pulling a few options for Bane’s coat and setting them on the table nearby. Lying before you are squares of leather, shear-lined denim and suede, twill, and more. Wincing, you try to ignore the pain in your hand as you open up your notebook to look at the notes you had written down the day before when there is a knock at your door. “Come in,” you call, expecting one of Oswald’s assistants to have a delivery for you; they always come by in the morning. Much to your surprise, Bane walks through the door instead.
“Oh! Hi Bane,” you greet, feeling even smaller next to him than you did yesterday. “I haven’t started on your coat yet, but I was just looking though some fabric samples-” you start, unsure what else to say. He stops you though, reaching for your bandaged hand.
“What happened here?” he asks, turning your smaller hand over to examine it.
“Oh, you know, I just…” you trail off.
“You just what?” Bane pushes, and you look up at him nervously.
“Well, I’m just not supposed to go out.”
“For your safety?” he asks, his body already more tense than it was a moment ago.
“In part,” you mutter. “Can we not talk about it?” you ask, shifting his attention to the fabrics laid out before you.
“For now,” the large man concedes, and you exhale in relief.
“So for the coat, I have a few fabrics here, thicker ones to account for the weather, but I wasn’t sure about your color preference, but if you want it lined with something for warmth that limits the options-” you start, unstacking the fabric squares.
“I like this one,” he says, leaning over your shoulder and pointing to a dark brown suede shearling square of fabric.
“You can touch it,” you say, and as he leans forward to pick it up, his chest presses against your back lightly, comfortably. In an instant, the touch is gone.
“This one will be very good,” Bane says, handing the square back to you. “I will see you later,” he says before leaving you alone in the attic, uncertain of what exactly had just happened.
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Pining - Part 3
Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) x Reader
link to part 1
link to part 2
Word count: 5,120
Summary: Now that you and Oswald have gotten it all out in the open, you get to try out some of the things you fantasized about :3
tags: smut!! fem reader, kissing, oral (male receiving), Oz has a weirdly huge dick (whoops), a lil begging, a lot of teasing, dirty talk, p in v penetration, creampie, aftercare <3
warnings: smut: bj, unprotected sex, mention of post-sex bleeding (just a lil)
sry it took so long,, proofread but if you find any errors please message me!! <3 <3
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"I’m...I’m not sure,” you replied, still in half-shock from Oswald’s display of begging on his knees.
He rose from the ground, supporting his weight with his hands on your legs as he supported his bad leg. You gently held him under the elbows subconsciously to help him up.
Darting a glance around the empty club, Oswald let out a wry chuckle.
“I can start by making sure you don’t leave here without everyone knowing who you belong to,” he suggested, “and we can go from there, hm?”
You raised an eyebrow.
“How so? What’re you gonna do, brand me?” you asked sarcastically.
Oswald laughed. “No, no. But I certainly would if you let me.”
Your heart skipped a beat; not an ounce of sarcasm in his response. At least he was honest, which you could appreciate.
Without another word, Oz stepped between your legs, letting his hands rest on your thighs. He toyed with the edge of your dress, savoring the feeling of the warm skin that was just underneath it, dragging his blunt nails across your skin. Goosebumps rose across your legs; he smiled when he felt them. Seeing, feeling your body react to his touch chipped away at any lingering doubt in his mind.
He kissed you then, with much more confidence than before. He ran his tongue along your teeth before finding your tongue, lightly sucking on it.
You couldn’t help it — a moan sounded in your throat, muffled by the kiss. How must you look right now? Coming undone just from his tongue in your mouth. You started to feel a little bashful, subconsciously stopping your movements.
Oswald pulled back momentarily, his face flushed red. His fingers dug into your thighs, sure to bruise the soft flesh; exactly like he wanted to, anyway.
“Don’t be so shy, I would- god, I’d sell everything I own just to hear that sound every day,” he said. When you met his eyes, they were passionate, wild, more than obsessive.
Grabbing hold of your face, he pulled you back into your kiss. Clearly wanting to hear more of your moans, he resumed the passion of the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue. Before he could immediately take back control, you met his tongue with your own, running the tip of your tongue along the edges of his before sucking it gently.
He let out a needy moan, unable to control himself, and he threaded his fingers through your hair. You gently bit his lip before he tugged your head back, breaking the kiss and making your neck easily accessible. Before you could process what he was doing, he leaned in, biting and sucking at the soft skin of your neck.
Small, dark bruises began to emerge all across your skin as he marked you up, kissing each red spot once it emerged. Your already sensitive skin felt ten times more so now, the faintest feeling of his lips against your throat sending shivers through you. When his tongue would lap at unexpectedly delicate spots, your thighs would squeeze together unintentionally, pinning him to you by the hips; in his position, it was heaven, and only made him search out those sensitive areas more.
After a few minutes, you were panting, feeling overstimulated. With Oswald biting and licking at your skin, your core had heated up to a point where it became uncomfortable, especially with it receiving no attention. Once he decided that your neck had had enough, he ran his tongue over the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to it before stepping back to admire his work.
“I’ve been waiting to get you all to myself,” he said, reaching out and squeezing your jaw gently with his fingers. He turned your head left and right. “Now everyone can know that I was successful.”
Your mind had been so clouded by his actions that you’d almost forgotten what he’d said earlier — everyone would see who you belonged to, no doubt.
Sliding off your chair, you pressed your body flush against Oswald’s. He inhaled sharply at the contact, locking eyes with you as he pressed his hips forward. With your back against the bar now, he pinned you where you stood. Your heart was pounding so hard, you were sure he’d hear it.
He inhaled deeply, no doubt smelling your signature perfume — you noticed him swallow thickly as he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you towards him, yet seemingly showing restraint. Despite his erection straining against his slacks, he was hesitating. He refused to break eye contact with you, and it looked like he was...searching for something in your gaze.
“What is it, Oswald?” you asked softly. He exhaled softly, looking away with a furrowed brow.
“I’m just, well-” he stuttered, pausing to collect himself, shaking his head. “I’m only surprised, I suppose.”
You tilted your head, confused. “About what?”
He forced a quick smile, trying to mask his underlying concerns. “I must seem so...desperate. I would think you’d be, well, I don’t know. Disgusted.”
You understood his train of thought. Heat rose to your face as you thought of what to say next.
“No, actually, on the contrary,” you began, moving your hand to rest against his chest.
“Hm?” he made a quizzical sound, trying to interpret your response.
“Not disgusted,” you said, “I...like the desperation. I like to know that you want me.”
His eyes bore into yours, so close to your own that you could see his pupils expanding. You leaned in closer, almost kissing him before veering your head to the left, leaving a kiss on his jaw and staying there.
“Especially since I’m as desperate as you are,” you whispered, planting another kiss near his ear.
That seemed to be all he needed to hear. His demeanor brightened again, and he grabbed your hand, pressing your knuckles against his mouth in a quick kiss.
“If that’s the case, I can show you just how badly I’ve wanted you,” he said in a strained whisper. He guided your hand to his thigh, right next to the bulge in his pants.
Ah. He didn’t want to overstep and put your hand directly on his crotch. You couldn’t help but smile…a gentleman, even when he was close to bursting at the seams.
For a moment, you considered teasing him, massaging his thigh firmly with your fingers. But you noticed his eyes squeezing shut and his hips moving almost by themselves, and you could immediately tell that teasing him at that moment would just be cruel.
You moved your hand over to his crotch, grabbing the outline of his cock haphazardly through his slacks. Oswald exhaled, shuddering, trying to maintain composure as some of the growing pressure was finally dealt with.
Stroking lazily up and down, you swooped to the side to kiss his neck, feeling yourself grow wetter at the vibration of moans in his throat. He was essentially rutting into your hand through his clothes — you almost couldn’t believe that a gangster was coming undone like this just from your hand alone.
As you pulled back from his neck, you saw his eyes still squeezed shut, sweat beading along his hairline.
“Open your eyes, baby,” you purred, letting your other hand caress his face. Slowly, Oswald let his eyes fall open. His blown-out pupils scanned your face, then ran over your body. He shut them again with urgency.
“If I l-look at you doing that, I-” he said breathlessly. You slowed your stroking, noticing that a small, wet spot of precum had formed on the front of his pants.
“What, you don’t wanna look at me?” you teased.
“N- I do, but if I do while you’re doing that, I won’t last,” he stressed.
“So what?”
He huffed, as if the answer was completely obvious.
“So, I would like to last, and n-not…” he pursed his lips, hesitating. You stared at him, unrelenting, and he groaned in exasperation. “I’d like to not cum in my pants, darling, if you could believe that.”
You grinned cheekily, releasing him from your hand and giving him a peck on the lips.
“Fine. But only because I’m feeling so generous,” you whispered.
“Thanks,” he replied tersely. He spared a glance at the front door, seeing the silhouettes of his guards outside. “Would you care to join me in my private office?”
You blinked, glancing around the room. You’d never even noticed any sort of office before.
“Lead the way,” you said, taking his hand in yours.
Oswald immediately turned on his heels and moved as quickly as he could towards the back of the club, where the stage was. Past the stairs, behind where the curtain fell, he brought you around the back and to a door, partially hidden from the side by various wooden crates. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, gesturing for you to head in before him.
You walked into the dim room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The only light came from a lamp on a table in the corner, the maroon lampshade casting the room in a reddish glow. The space was small, but neat; a dark wooden desk sat in the middle, with a plush chair behind it. Two less-impressive chairs were in front of the desk, and rows of bookshelves lined the walls.
Oswald shut the door behind you, tossing his keys onto the table in the corner. You turned to face him. For some reason, you felt shy all over again — maybe the new, unfamiliar setting. Quickly looking down at the floor, you pretended to be very interested in your shoes.
“It’s- it’s, um, nice in here,” you said quietly, cringing at your own awkwardness.
You saw his shoes appear in front of your own, and you looked up, locking eyes with him. Your head spun a little, meeting his hungry gaze, unable to tear your eyes away.
“Would you undress for me?” he asked, ghosting a hand over your collarbone and letting his fingers run down your arm.
You nodded, taking a small step back and turning your back to him.
“Get my zipper, please?” you murmured, reaching up and unclasping your necklace, followed by your rings and bracelets.
You felt Oswald get closer to you, then his palms on your back, so gentle. You peeked over your shoulder, watching as he trailed his hands down your back until he reached the top of your zipper.
He slid the zipper down until it reached the end, right at the top of your ass. Taking the straps of the dress under his fingers, he slid them down your arms, letting the dress fall loosely to your hips. Before you could take it off the rest of the way, he was doing it for you, pulling off your underwear along with the dress and letting them fall to your ankles.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, snaking a hand around your bare waist. You shrugged coyly.
“They were coming off anyway,” you replied, which made him chuckle.
You turned back around to face him, bathed in the scarlet light of his office. Oswald swallowed the lump in his throat as he took in the sight of you, bare except for your shoes, your dress and underwear kicked to the corner of the room.
“I really could worship you,” he whispered.
Even with you being completely naked, he hardly let his eyes linger on your body, as they returned to meet yours after just a few moments.
You smiled, pulling him closer to you and running your fingers through his hair.
“Your turn, honey,” you said, tugging at his tie.
He raised his eyebrows, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
“That’s what you want?” he asked. You could tell he was hoping you’d change your mind, but you wanted him to be on the same level as you.
“Yeah. I can help you, too.”
You undid his tie and pulled it off, folding it flat so it wouldn’t wrinkle before placing it on a chair. Oswald noticed the small gesture and smiled to himself, pulling off his jacket as you worked on his shirt buttons.
Before long, he was left in only his underwear. Boxer briefs…a choice you silently appreciated.
He looked away, grateful that his certainly red face was hidden by the lighting.
“You know, I could just keep-” he started, but you placed a finger to his lips before he could continue.
“I’d really like it if you took them off,” you said, giving him a small smile, “if that’s okay.”
Pushing his slight lack of confidence aside, Oswald voiced his agreement, pulling down his boxers, kicking them off behind a chair.
…it would be rude to stare, it really would. You tried not to, but what the fuck. The short, somewhat skinny man had what looked like the girthiest dick you’d ever laid eyes on.
“Oh,” you whispered, “oh my god.”
Oswald, unaware of what was going on in your mind, moved to shield the area with his hands.
“What? What’s wrong?!” he asked, starting to panic.
You noticed his discomfort, and immediately tried to quell it.
“No, n- I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me, I just…” you rushed, trying to look anywhere else, “you have, like, a giant…penis. Um. I don’t…I don’t even know how that would-”
You stopped yourself while you were ahead, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.
“Sorry, Oswald, I have really bad manners,” you said with a groan. You couldn’t believe you were both completely naked and you’d still somehow managed to make it more awkward.
You felt his hands clasp around your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. His expression was completely changed from the one of panic you’d seen before — now, he seemed to be brimming with confidence, and what looked like borderline animalistic lust.
“Tell me what you want to do,” he said, keeping his hands on your wrists.
You tried to regain your composure, wracking your brain. There were so many things you wanted to do, but one was completely consuming your thoughts.
Without another word, you gave him a kiss on the lips and sank to your knees, not letting your eye contact break. From your position on the floor, you could now really tell how thick his cock was.
“Please?” you asked, placing your hands on his thighs. He stared down at you.
“I’ll allow it,” Oswald responded, running his fingers through your hair.
You couldn’t even quip back at his teasing, you needed him in your mouth too much. Leaning in, you gave the tip of his cock a small lick, reveling in how it made him shiver. It was almost impossible for you to look away from his face…how his brow knitted, his mouth parted as he let out soft whimpers. You felt completely obsessed with him.
You opened your mouth as wide as you could and took him in, struggling to keep your teeth away from the delicate skin. A moan left your throat, muffled by his cock in your mouth. Oswald’s head lolled back, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
Trying to fit him all the way in, you relaxed your throat and pushed forward, letting your tongue run along the bottom of his shaft. He moaned loudly, the sound sending a jolt to your core. With your underwear off, the air felt cold with how wet you’d become, which made you feel all the more sensitive.
Oswald was looking back down at you again, his hands resting on either side of your head. His stomach flexed as you began bobbing your head up and down his cock, unable to stop drool from leaking from the corners of your mouth and pooling onto the tops of your thighs.
“S-so, ah,” he said, trying to contain his noises, “so pretty for me.”
You hummed in response, running your hands up and down the front of his legs as you attempted to take him to the base. As you did, you gagged a little, having to pull back and take a deep breath.
“Are you…” Oswald began to ask, but before the question could leave his lips, you were taking his cock all the way to the back of your throat, breathing evenly through your nose as you tried not to gag again.
You hollowed out your cheeks as you continued your movements, and the feeling grew more intense for Oswald; without meaning to, he gave small thrusts into your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to remain composed.
That wouldn’t do at all — you wanted him to come completely undone for you. You pulled your head back until your mouth was off of him completely, and you took his cock in your hand as you peered up at him. He looked down at you, dazed.
“You can fuck my mouth, if you’d like,” you said. As if to demonstrate your point, you opened your mouth wide and waited right by the head of his cock, placing both hands on tops of your thighs.
Oswald shut his eyes tight again, taking a deep breath. “Fuck, I…” he gave a test thrust into your open mouth, putting a hand over his mouth to suppress his moan. “I c-can’t…much longer.”
As he pulled back, you grinned up at him. “I don’t mind. We have all night, don’t we?”
You heard him groan deep in his chest. You weren’t touching him anymore, and you could see that his cock was throbbing, neglected now.
“Yes, certainly, but I-I want to, uh,” he took a deep breath, having to steady himself before the words could even leave his lips. “You know, like we talked about.”
Thinking back to your conversation from just a short while ago, you smirked.
“Wanna fuck me, then?” you murmured, rising from the floor to come face-to-face with him. You stood close enough that his cock was poking against your hip, and you subtly moved back and forth to provide him with some friction.
Oswald nodded, grunting quietly, but you wanted to hear more. Something about this room was starting to make you feel a little more bold.
“That won’t do, Ozzie,” you said, “you have to tell me.”
You could have screamed with glee as you heard him whimper, and saw how much effort he was putting into holding himself together.
“I…”
Staring him down, you silently urged him to finish the thought.
He cleared his throat. “I’d like to fuck you, o-on my desk. Please. Any way you want.”
Smiling, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “That wasn’t so hard.”
Taking just a few steps back, you felt the backs of your thighs hit the cool tabletop. Thankfully, Oswald kept his desk pretty much empty, save for a few folders and a cup of pens. You pushed it all to the side, then reached for his shoulders and pulled him close to you.
The hunger in his eyes made your heart hammer in your chest. To think that you’d been pining after him for so long, not even thinking you stood a chance…and now you were completely exposed to him, and he to you. Your faces weren’t even an inch apart, when just a few days ago, you felt lucky to even have his hand graze yours when he passed you a drink.
You hummed contentedly, wrapping your arms all the way around his shoulders with a smile. He helped you lie flat on top of the desk, staying tangled in your arms as you hovered over you.
He looked down at how close your bodies were, a strained sigh exiting his lips.
“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, meeting your eyes when he said it.
“Please,” you said, “need it.”
He let out a soft chuckle, which sounded almost relieved. Looking back down at the gap between your bodies, he grabbed the base of his cock, giving a few test thrusts along your slit. Given that you hadn’t even touched yourself tonight, your sensitivity was insanely high; you shook involuntarily as he rubbed against your clit.
“You really are desperate, hm?” he questioned teasingly, seeing how your wetness gathered on the head of his dick.
“Mhmm,” you hummed, angling your hips up in an attempt to grind on him. He obliged, pressing down with his hand to create more friction between you two.
“I can’t help but recall something you told me, though,” he mused, giving you light kisses on your neck. You tried to control your breathing as your body grew hotter and hotter.
“W-what would that be?” you responded, though you knew what he was talking about already. You had been hoping he’d show you some mercy.
“Shouldn’t you know? You’re the one who told me,” he said, pressing his lips against yours with a smirk. Right as you went to kiss him back, he began to trail his lips across your skin, peppering your face with small pecks here and there. You already knew: undressing you, then kissing you all over, teasing you until you broke for him. You’d told him this part of your fantasies, and now he made it his duty to fulfill it.
You moaned when his lips reached your neck again, this time letting the kisses be long and sensual. Each time he kissed you, he would give a small bite; not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to have you panting by the time he moved on from the area, doing the same to your breasts.
It must have only been a few minutes, but it felt like forever. Up and down each arm, over your stomach and hips, down your legs and back up again, he planted kisses all over your body, just like you’d dreamed of. By the time he reached your inner thighs, you were so turned on that your wetness was practically dripping. Seeing this, Oswald grinned, teasingly hovering his lips over your clit.
“Please, please,” you begged him hoarsely, squirming under his touch. He glanced up at you, seeing the desperation in your expression.
He stood up straight and leaned back over you, bringing his face right up to yours. You immediately tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling his head down near your shoulder.
“Don’t you remember the other things I told you?” you murmured. His breath caught in his throat; exactly the response you were hoping for. “You do, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispered, “obviously.”
You raised an eyebrow, tugging his head back so his face was in front of yours.
“If it’s so obvious, why aren’t you inside me right now?” you retorted.
He was already grinding against you, so close to entering you, but he’d resisted so far. His hips stuttered slightly as he pulled them back, lining himself up with your entrance.
“And you’re…I just want to make sure you’re definitely sure,” he said, mindlessly letting his free hand roam over your chest and waist.
“Yes, obviously,” you said, mimicking his attitude from before. Oswald pursed his lips.
“We’ll see how long the attitude lasts,” he grumbled as he lined up the head of his cock with your wet slit.
He slowly pushed himself into you, inch by inch. His abnormal width made the stretch uncomfortable, and you whimpered from the feeling. You noticed his eyes rush to meet yours, looking slightly worried. The second he saw that you were okay, though, he thrust his hips the rest of the way and bottomed out.
“God,” you hissed, “ah, you’re big, Ozzie.”
A smug smirk appeared on his face at your words, but it quickly disappeared when he felt you clench around his length, and his face contorted with pleasure.
He pulled out slowly, savoring the feeling of how tight you were around him, as if you were pulling him back in. Without any more hesitation, he began thrusting into you at an even tempo. He grunted quietly each time he bottomed out — music to your ears.
“Shit, you take me so well,” Oswald groaned, “like you were m-made just for me.”
Hearing this made you whine softly, your inner desire to please him ramping up at his praise. Just as you’d fantasized about, you were watching his face as he pounded into you. His forehead was slick with sweat, mouth agape as he panted, eyes even rolling at times. You already felt yourself throbbing around him as each thrust made the knot in your stomach tighten, and you held onto his upper arms to brace yourself against the rapid movements.
“Ah- fuck, wait-” you panted, “I m-might cum soon, I think.”
“Fuck,” he said quietly, using a hand to press down on your lower stomach, “already? Please, please cum.”
The downward pressure from his hand increased the sensation of his thick cock inside you, and you began breathing louder, overstimulated by the foreign feeling. The desk underneath you shook loudly as he pounded into you even faster. While that alone could have been enough to make you cum, Oswald, ever the overachiever, put his other hand to work on your clit. With surprising dexterity, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, your wetness acting as lubricant for him.
“I’m- god, I’m so close,” you mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to stay quiet. Even through your fingers, the sound of your moaning filled his office. Oswald increased the pressure from both his hands, giving you all the extra pressure you needed to cum.
“Cumming on my cock already, naughty girl,” he rambled, “I’ll make you- agh, fuck, I’ll make you cum every day. Any time, w-whenever you want. Cum for me, my darling, please.”
You felt your eyes rolling back, blood surging in your ears as you reached your orgasm, crying out for him breathlessly. You tore your hand away from your mouth and clung to his arm, digging your nails in subconsciously. He swore, overwhelmed by the feeling of your cunt throbbing around him.
Once you started to come down from your orgasm, Oswald braced his hands on the table again, admiring the sight of his cock sinking into you.
“Oh, god,” he moaned, “I- tell me what to do, I’m close.”
Still catching your breath, you tried to speak as clearly as you could.
“Like I s-said earlier,” you told him, “finish in me.”
He leaned over, burying his face in your neck in an attempt to hold out just a bit longer.
“You’re- fuck, oh my god, I’m going to-” he whimpered.
“Cum in me, Ozzie, cum inside,” you repeated, thrusting your hips upward a bit to spur him on.
He moaned from within his chest, biting down on your shoulder as he started to cum. You felt his cock throbbing intensely within you, his cum so hot that you could feel every bit of it pumping into you. He gave short thrusts through his orgasm, his grunting muffled in your shoulder.
You feel your muscles relax and you lie flat on the desk, Oswald catching his breath with his head on your chest. You could feel how quickly your heart was beating, and you were acutely aware that he could hear it from where he was.
“Jesus,” he said, breaking the silence. “Jesus Christ.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” you sighed.
He slipped out of you after a minute. You, on the other hand, did not move from his desk. Oswald went around to the side and opened a drawer, pulling out a box of tissues, quickly cleaning himself off before slipping his boxers on. You reached out a hand for the tissue box, but he kept it in his hands.
“Allow me,” he murmured, “it’s my own mess.”
Your ears felt hot, all of a sudden. “I- well, alright.”
You looked to the side, somewhat embarrassed, despite the fact that he had just fucked the life out of you. You felt his cum starting to spill slowly out of you, running onto the tabletop. Oswald pulled out a few tissues and knelt in front of the desk. Something about this situation made you feel even more vulnerable than having sex had made you feel.
Trying to be subtle, you peeked down at him. Through the shadows, it looked like he was smiling.
“I can-”
“I’m just admiring my handiwork,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to pause you. “You lie back and relax, my dear.”
You put your head back down as he cleaned off the desk under you, then gently started dabbing fresh tissues around your sensitive slit. You felt him pause, pulling them away.
“You’re bleeding,” he stated, standing up as fast as he could manage. “I-I didn’t mean to- was I too rough on you?”
Raising your eyebrows, you sat up onto your elbows. He showed you a tissue, spotted with small traces of blood. You took a tissue from the box and pressed it against yourself, feeling the sensitive area that must have been the culprit of the bleeding.
“No, it’s okay,” you said, smiling at him, “I just, uh, I’m not used to your size. It happens.”
Oswald turned a thousand shades of red.
“Oh, I’m…sorry, I suppose,” he said softly, unsure of his words. “Do you need anything?”
You shook your head, gathering the tissues from your hands and his and throwing them into a small wastebasket under his desk.
“It’s all good, honey, just have to be gentle the next few days.”
You picked up your dress and underwear from the floor, unsure of how to proceed.
“So-”
“Did you-”
You both started speaking in unison, then stopped when you heard the other.
“You first,” you said, slipping your dress over your head to give yourself some coverage.
Oswald took a step towards you, cupping your cheek in his hand and kissing you. After a beat, he pulled away, letting his hand rest on your shoulder.
“I wanted to ask, um, if you…wanted to do this again,” he said quickly. He figured with his luck, you’d probably end up never coming back to the club after this, and he’d have to hold onto the memory of this night for as long as possible.
“Is that even a question?” you asked, surprising him. He grinned at this, and shrugged.
“Whenever you want, or, you know, you can just come here and…hang out. We can keep getting drinks, whatever you want…” he trailed off awkwardly.
You giggled, easing the tension as you pecked him on the cheek.
“Now that I know I actually have a shot with you, I’m gonna have to come here more often.”
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𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇
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by HayleyLuna
"It's like a circus full of psycho's"
Y/n gets transported into her favourite show "Gotham"
What happens when Y/n's favorite series of Gotham characters fall under an obsession with her?
|Yandere Various Gotham x Fem!Reader|
( Platonic and romantic yandere x Fem Reader )
Words: 570, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Gotham (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Multi
Characters: Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, You, Reader, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Sarah Essen, Jeremiah Valeska, Batman, Victor Zsasz, Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth
Relationships: Jerome Valeska/Original Female Character(s), Jeremiah Valeska/Reader
Additional Tags: TV Show, Gotham City Police Department, Gotham City - Freeform, Yandere, Yandere Characters
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The City Is Poisoned
(Victor Zsasz x Fem!Cobblepot!Reader)
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Chapter One
It's no news to anyone that Gotham isn't the safest place in the world, far from it. Anyway, I've felt that things have become heavier than normal in the city, more tense.
Maybe it's the recent deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Maybe it's the way my brother Oswald comes home exasperated every night after spending the day working for Fish Mooney, who is a true lady, but has already made it clear that she is an important part of the city's underworld.
Oswald was always a good brother, always close. Despite his physical condition, he always tried to protect me from anything bad that could happen to me and we both take care of our mother. He was always here to have fun and support me.
It was his sudden change and the way he distanced himself that made me realize that something weird was happening at his workplace and consequently, in our city.
At first I thought Oswald was just a helper, until he disappeared and a man and a woman appeared in our apartment. Detectives.
Clearly impatient with any praise my mother had to pay for Oswald, as she stood up to pick up a portrait of him, the detectives whispered to each other something that I couldn't hear from the window where I was leaning, but my mother seemed to hear a buzz.
“What are you…” she tried to ask what it was
“Um…nothing, Mrs. Cobblepot…-” The man interrupts, taking the portrait of my brother that she offered him.
“Kapelput.” My mother corrected the last name and I couldn't hold back the smile.
“Mrs. Kapelput… Do you know anyone who might want to do to your son a harm?”
Upon hearing the detective's question, I move away from the window and walk behind the sofa, facing his partner. My brother is in danger.
“No, I would feel it. A mother feels these things… It's a woman. Some painted slut has him in her clutch.” My mother says and although she is right, that woman and my brother were not involved in the way she thinks. Oswald didn't tell her that he works for Fish Mooney.
“A woman…You think?” The female detective asked.
“I'm sure… So handsome he is, so naive.” The detectives seemed to know that he's not so naive, like I know.
My mother looks at them. “Who are you again?”
***
When my brother returned, covered in bruises and limping more than usual, my worry and curiosity had already taken over me.
“Oswald, if you don’t tell me what the hell happened to you, I’ll tell mom and she’ll beat your ass!”
Not even my failed attempt at humor seemed to shake my brother out of the wave of stress he was in and I watched as he paced back and forth across the room, but I knew that the condition he had would soon cause him to have to lean on something or sit.
“C’mon, Ozzy! You used to tell me everything. What's going on?”
As I walked toward him he stopped moving and looked at the ground, at me and then at the window behind me, but his mind was somewhere other than the aging, gray buildings.
“I’ll get revenge and I won’t involve you in it. Neither you nor mom.”
His gaze seemed darker than usual, as if he had seen or done something he shouldn't have. It scared me, but I tried not to let it show. He was doing what he could to protect us.
My mind raced. Who is he talking about? Is it Mooney? If it is, how would he get her in any way, she's too powerful, too dangerous
“Ozzy, just… promise you'll be safe.”
I wouldn't try to change his mind, it never worked and with the way things are right now it wouldn't end well.
I'd rather have him around with family and doing what he had to do than away. Our mother would die without him close. We both know that.
I walked closer to him and took his hand in mine, looking into his eyes. Even though we're seven years apart, we're almost the same height. He squeezes my hand affectionately.
“You're my big bro. I'll always be there for you.”
He gives me a reassuring smile. “I know.”
“Now, get something to eat. There's half of a pizza in the oven. I’ll go get mom from Mrs. Cameron’s.” I open the door and leave him behind to go to the neighbor, who was an old friend of our mother.
***
Ever since it happened, I haven't been able to get out of my head whatever my brother meant by “I'll get revenge.”
Thousands of possibilities circulated my mind and I knew that nothing good would come of this whole situation.
To Mom, Oswald may be an innocent angel, but I've heard enough of his angry and sometimes even psychotic rants to know that he's capable of a lot. I love him, but I know he is not innocent.
I just hope I go to sleep and when I wake up I'm not curious enough to try to find out what really happened. Or what will happen.
A/N.: it's short but it's only the begining, so stay tuned! Love y'all!
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