#scribblcd

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"I’m afraid that the amount of people who would beg to differ to your claims remain startlingly high, my boy.” His words earned him a laugh, though not of malice. “Let them beg. I maintain that one should never be too hesitant in ruffling a few feathers in this line of work.” Humor softens into an expression akin to fondness when the Penguin reaches out to pat his hand. “Nevertheless, I thank you. That means quite a lot.” 

"No,” He lies. “No you aren’t.”

Oswald’s hands shook despite himself when the kingpin cradled his ailing companion’s head, voice threatening to give out from the depth of emotion. No. Not again.

"Stay with me, boy. Stay with me. Keep breathing.” Fingers fumbled before finding ground, braced against open wound with pressure in order to stem blood flow as best as he were able. Rushed footsteps filled the background, distinct frantic calls made for paramedics, for whichever underground doctor that was available can be heard as his men rushed to secure the parameters.  "You’ll be fine. I promise. I-” He has to blink hard at the tears that misted over his eyes. “Stay with me, son. Please.”

They’ll pay for this. Whomever’s responsible will be rooted out and they. will. pay. 

‘You were supposed to protect him! He loved you, and you abandoned him.’ Martin when he returns to Gotham and Oswald’s locked up in Blackgate? @scribblcd​

The words surprise him, not just because Martin wrote something like that but because of the content of those words as well. Did Oswald believe this too? No, he most likely doesn’t. Ed has promised him to get him out and it is not as if Oswald loves him still. He blinks and sighs, deciding that this child had taken from his mentor and was simply dramatic. Adjusting his glasses, huffing as if Martin had told him something completely ridiculous ❝Firstly.❞ he speaks, using ASL as well, with Martin being the second person he got to practice signing to  Hopefully, he wouldn't mess too many things up ❝I was not supposed to do anything, we are equal partners. Secondly, Oswald does not love me. Thirdly, I have not abandoned him, I am planning to get him out.❞  

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Months of practise has equipped Oswald with the gift of understanding his boy’s method of communication well enough to make out the gist of things. Of course, the mobster would have liked to sign back in return, but he shall contend with this much for now. 

“Yes,” He dips his head in agreement. “And you would be wise to keep that in mind when it comes to your future dealings.” 

A hand upon the boy’s shoulder, he leans in, voice lowering into a conspiratorial whisper meant only for Martin to hear.

“Who, among the saints and sinners, would be compelled to extend a hand to the monsters? Who would show compassion? With what leverage do you have to position yourself on the playing field with? Remember it well, boy.”

From Martin? Always.

He’ll lean down, hands resting upon the boy’s shoulders first so he could grace him with a smile. When he does embrace him, he does so with his entire being, enfolding Martin in his arms as though he intends to make them his home for as long as the boy would stay in them.  The kingpin is gentle when he brushes Martin’s curls with his hand and draws him close, rocking him lightly while he does. How precious a thing to own something one wishes to treasure once again. How devastating a thing, to know that it may be taken from you one day...