Muses in the fandom

Internally, Jennifer wilted at the withering smile the dignified, refined young man gave in return. With the expertise of a beauty pageant contestant, the teacher held her radiant smile and accepted the request with rapt enthusiasm. Time for a summary of today’s lesson. “Charmed, Mr. Cobblepot. As you wish. I’d be delighted to.”

The other children looked up hopefully at their gentle yet firm tutor, wearing cheerful and expectant smiles. This lively group had decided that they adored their teacher. The candy she awarded for good behaviour was the most delicious they’d ever tasted, some classic English favourites from her own childhood that couldn’t be easily found in America. Lessons from Ms. Pennyfortune never bored them, either. Most were held outside, or were held indoors and involved a video—sometimes they watched Donald Duck as a treat, and promised more Disney films for Christmastime. At present, they’d all finished copying her accurate water cycle diagram from the chalkboard, wishing to go outside and enjoy another of their wild Geography teacher’s outstanding demonstrations.

With the playful beckoning of a finger, a cheer erupted in the room, leading the children out into the hallway like the pied piper. Jen coaxed Oswald to follow her in front, being the sort to talk to put people at ease.

Holding a door open for him, she explained. “Basically, the best way to teach Geography is out in the elements themselves, so I’m always teaching outdoors.” Her wide, banana split grin was infectious. “More fun and engaging for the children, this way.”

Balmy weather outside, helped everything along. She’d sown hundreds of seeds into window boxes, scattered dwarf pansies in amongst violas which had produced splendiferous displays, and bordered by long fronds of ferns. Anyone could identify her classroom, by the generous plant growth and the curious neighbourhood cats attracted to the variants of catnip she actively grew. At the very moment she lead her class outside, an adorable tortoiseshell writhed on the warm tarmac alongside a staring tabby cat.

Because of a live audience consisting of Oswald, a special hint of excitement added to the demo. For the second time that day, the pillow representing a cloud was held aloft, garden hose saturating it with water and falling through the fabric at a rapid pace—her towering height helped dramatize everything, so much so you would believe for a moment that the pillow was more cloudlike than fabric based. And in the style of call and response, the children participated by shouting out the answers—so Jennifer could evaluate their progress, and Oswald could watch. The demonstration ended, with Martin—star of the show, really—spreading his arms out wide, face beaming, full of life, guiding the ‘cloud’ out of the way by means of a meandering, drifting walk towards Jennifer. Throughout, she narrated each scene just like she’d done at the start of today’s lesson. Brimming with confidence, it was contagious like osmosis and the children cheered their fun teacher. It had been a larger success than the first time!

Once they resettled back indoors, the children talked amongst themselves before the afternoon bell rang for their final lesson of the day. “Now I know my teaching isn’t to everyone’s taste. Yet with any luck, you’ve seen what I’m all about today.”

Leaning back on her desk, Jennifer’s height was reduced and one could see her properly. Face showing a mix of chestnut brown and creamy pale marbling, from the mixed culture and heritage she remained fiercely prideful of. A sheen from the sprays of water, lightly coated her skin. A mystic nature, to the unnerving grey of her eyes and the lost princess qualities to the impossibly long length of hair she possessed, curled and the shade of russet.

Oswald had to admit the class with ms. Pennyfortune was not a boring one, at least not that day but he didn't wanted to put too much on what he saw that day, he quietly watched as she taught her students from the back, he was surprise that she would take the children outside since Gotham didn't had the best weather, not only that but the polution in the city was quite high.

He smiled at Martin as he saw him blooming in the classroom, he certainly wanted to see him doing better and this small moment meant so much to him.

Once they returned to the classroom, Oswald smiled at the woman, he was curious as to why he had never met the woman before and he wanted to know more about the woman, but he had to see Sofia soon enough, and he didn't wanted to make the Falcone woman waiting.