#featheredfiend

     “ You’re from Gotham. “

      It might be the accent, it might be the way the other man watches         people, but it’s more than likely the fact that he knows exactly         who Oswald is that leads him to say it.  Oswald Cobblepot.          Anyone who paid attention to anything happening in Gotham         knew who he was.

      "Oh, it was those bodies?" One of Odette's pretty little doves had stepped in to answer her question, and it seemed like they even took care of the threat. Impressive, these girls were more useful than Ivy first thought. 

      “Stay down, Penguin. You’re lucky a doctor has came to see you.” Of course that wasn’t where Ivy got her PhD in, but she knew plants, and knew just as many plants that could heal rather than harmed. She had created herbs that were ten times better than the original, just like she had done with her poisons.. [Plus, with how often Harley got herself hurt.. Ivy sort of had to learn a bit more than one took in a first-aid class.]

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“Uh, hello.”

Look, Lex, it’s not your fault, okay? Someone hasn’t slept or eaten in a few days. Someone has run themselves ragged and they’re paying for it dearly if the pain in his leg is anything to indicate. “Look at me, Alexander, don’t you think I know that?”

“Of course you do,” Lex says, taking silent pleasure in the use of his name -- so far, Oswald is the only one who knows, and hearing ‘Alexander’ fall from his mouth always makes a warmth spread through Lex.  

He simply makes himself a pot of tea and takes it outside to the porch where he can watch the snow fall from the bench swing. Legs all folded up underneath him, the blanket he’s left out there from the day before finds his lap and forms the final piece of the puzzle slipping into place.

He’ll be here all day. Again. Empty-handed, with nothing to distract his overactive mind besides the snow. Millions of perfect, little fern-like dendrites, mathematically perfect in every way, replicable and pristine, falling into an amorphous white void of randomness and chaos.

@featheredfiend

“So, how’s his condition?” She loomed over the bed, like a shadow taking watch over its inhabitants. Her fingers rapidly clicking against the frame

“Stable, well as stable as someone can be after getting shot in the stomach and through into a filthy bay. But ya know, we’ve dealt with worse,” the younger woman with big round glasses and purple frizzy hair gives a smug smile up at 9 as she finishes tending to the bandages on Oswald.

“If that’s the way you’re going to act while you’re here then permission or not I’m gonna have to ask you leave.” The disdain was evident.

“Because it would be so easy to get rid of me, right.” The girl walks over to where 9 stood next to Oswald's bed. “Regardless of what you may think, I don’t hate you. I’m not happy with what your life’s become, but let’s be real here, neither are you. You’re trying to turn things around,well to the best of your abilities anyway. And I do genuinely want to help.” She puts a hand on 9′s shoulder trying to put some encouragement into her words. “I don’t have to be here, I wanted to be here.” There’s a pause between them, just a beat, and then a blond girl poked her head through the door interrupting the moment.

“Hey are you guys done being gay? Cause I wanna play ‘Comma Girl’ over the corpse.” 9 sighs exasperated while the girl with the glasses just giggled.