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Edward the dog in 5x03

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kxngofgotham‌:

Returned he had! It isn’t often he actually abandons the safety of City Hall but somethings simply required his personal attention. Good help was simply–oh so hard to find these days. 

Tragic. Truly.

“Did you miss me? I missed you!” At the exposed stomach, he moved to kneel, mindful of his bad leg before bestowing Edward with a belly rub. “But I had to go deal with a bunch of idiots on the other side of the territory because no one else can be trusted! Yes, I did!”  

Master seemed to have a lot to say, and belly rubs were alright and good, but they weren’t dinner. After a satisfactory amount of grooming, the dog rolled over to lick the air between them before he heard a distant familiar sound- Yes! Yes yes yes good good good the OTHER Master! The one that smelled like sweat and ink and fear and always showed proper submission to the Alpha Master, but he liked the Penn, who usually cared for him when Oswald was otherwise engaged. 

Long before the polite knock at the door, Edward hobbled up onto his stubby legs, rear end wiggling excitedly as he gave a “Hwoof! Hwoof!” to announce the man who possibly had some treats in his pocket.

“Uh, Mr. Cobblepot?” Penn peered through the doorway warily. “I have those updated reports you wanted...”

[edwardthedoggo]

The dog went willingly.

[edwardthedoggo]

A needle felted bulldog based on the inset image of the first photo.  A happy dog.

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kxngofgotham‌:

An over-exaggerated coo leaves the Kingpin before he wags a finger towards the canine, fingers extending immediately after to scritch the dog behind his ear. 

“There he iiissss! There’s my Edward.” 

HE RETURNED He returned there he was, after an eternity gone, lost, beyond the doorway that lead out into the world of Men, his Master was back, perhaps with sausages or chicken or his very very favorite meats, but no, it was just hands and pets, which was all well and good but did not fill his belly.

“Awoough,” he explained in simple terms for the man towering over him, and thusly turned onto his back to expose his stomach and illustrate his point with a whine. 

[edwardthedoggo]

One day the Master would return, with his shuffle-step and his many meats, tasty and plentiful. He was a Good Boy, he knew this because his Master told him so, so tenderly cared for after his rescue from the Big Bad Loud that had taken his last family. He did not care for his last family. They wanted him to be fierce, but at best he could do flatulent. 

With a whine, the dog prostrated himself on his Master’s chair, giving a forlorn “hawoof” to punctuate his distraught state of being. 

@kxngofgotham

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“Wough?”

[edwardthedoggo]

@jamesgordonofgotham

There’s a whine from underneath the table. 

[edwardthedoggo]

@kxngofgotham

“Wough?”