gentleman-bird:
“I was trying to make a sentimental moment, but it seems that both of us are incapable of it.” Oswald sighed, leaning back into the plush couches that lined the side of the Iceberg Lounge. “Don’t bring up Edward when i’m trying to relax. And he’s crossed me far more time than I have crossed him.” Oswald said, knowing his version of the scoreboard by heart. “We’re even now. Settled the score by breaking him out of prison. Hypothetically. If anyone asks, I know nothing about it.”
Pam smirked briefly, glancing over at Oswald. “I wouldn’t have mistaken you for sentimental,” she said. “At least not anymore.” Considering the pitfalls sentiment had lead him into in the past. She laughed lightly at his response to Edward, glancing over at him. “Mmm, I have a feeling that’s not his version of the story,” she said. “Then again, he certainly views things in a unique way.” To say the absolute least. “Oh, of course not,” she said, smirking again. “You never have your finger in any Gotham pies.”















