#arkham knight oswald cobblepot x reader

[riddle-me-ri]

prompt: arkham knight penguin and a f!reader's relationship is already on thin ice when things finally come to an explosive end. Can Oswald mend the relationship or was it always doomed to end this way?

a/n: phew!! finally after a weird anxious busy hectic couple of weeks I finally finished my other commission! It was interesting to get a commission for one of the pengys this time around! As always thanks so much again to the anonymous user that commissioned me and to anyone that commissions me. I'm still wrapping my head around the idea of people genuinely paying me to write about my favorite characters, it's so mind-boggling to me lol

Content Warning: angst, relationship conflict (arguing, fighting, break up/makeup), and strong language. 

Word Count: 4k

Arkham Knight Penguin x F!Reader - Come Back to Me

Oswald had his hands caged around his head as he leaned his elbows against his desk. 

A corded phone was rendered cordless along with its receiver after being beaten and thrown across the room. 

The fire burning on the end of his cigar was nothing compared to the fiery rage consuming his entire body. 

Before the phone was put out of commission. The last bit he heard was his men getting their asses beat and the undeniable sound of an explosion. 

There goes another fucking weapons cache. All thanks to the bloody Dark Knight and his lackey Nightwing–

Oswald’s grip tightened on his bald scalp. His teeth almost biting the nicotine stick in two in agitation. 

Sooner or later the old Dynamic Duo will be coming straight for him. 

Oswald began mapping out a game plan. Secure the last of the caches, finalize the two ongoing deals and begin making tracks to different locations for the remaining caches…

~

All the while, you were making your way to his office. 

As you walked down the long hallway, you tried to stay the course and not turn around. 

You’ve been working up the courage to go see Oswald, constantly conflicting with yourself to just leave him be or make something…anything happen. 

To say you have felt neglected lately was an understatement. 

Many date nights were canceled, phone calls gone ignored, dinners you made went cold…

You knew he was a busy man…and you knew what he did for a living is dangerous.

You stopped just a few feet before his office door. 

Maybe you were just being selfish and dramatic. You have heard rumors of Oswald’s weapons business being under attack by Batman. 

Batman, Batman, Batman…you groaned in frustration. Batman was always an issue. 

Sometimes it seemed Oswald paid more attention to him than you. 

Granted, Batman was a threat to your partner’s business and Oswald was more than likely just as annoyed with Batman as you are. Still if you could just get a fraction of that attention from Oswald. 

You sighed. No, you deserved better than this. 

You shouldn’t be waiting for weeks, almost months for someone you loved but they haven’t shown a fraction of that love in return. To put in all this effort and be ignored. 

You weren’t asking for much, just for him to be there! Call you back, come see you, or at least tell you that he loved you.

You shuddered when you realized you could not remember the last time he told you that he loved you. 

You instantly shook your head. Adamant to get the depressing thought out of your head. You were not going to cry when you confronted him. 

You were going to make one more effort. Ask him to come back to the penthouse for dinner, another dinner you made, and hope it can be the start back in the right direction. 

After taking in another determined sigh. You quickly walked across the remaining tiled floor to the front of his office door. 

You knocked on the door–

“Oh for fuck’s sake! Piss off will ya! I’m tryin’ to work!”

You could feel your eye ducts get heavy and your lips quivered.

No, you weren’t going to cry. He likely just thought you were just one of his incompetent henchmen. 

“Oz…it’s me.” You said softly but clearly enough to be heard as you opened the door. 

Oswald lifted his head out of his hands in an instant. Even hopped off his chair and made his way around his desk to greet you. 

“Oh-uh..sorry, love. Look–now is really not a good time.”

“Oswald, I just wanted to ask–”

Oswald shook his head and waved his hand dismissively at you. “Fucks’ sake, can’t we discuss this later-”

“No! Ozzie, please! Let me speak!” 

His eyes widened slightly as his brows raised, before he furrowed them again in agitation. 

“All right then! What the hell is so bloody important? I just lost another cache to that gobshite Dark Knight–but no, no, fuck me–”

You were distraught on your way to talk to him, but now that you are there. Oz spewed his venomous disregard for what you have to say–

You were furious now. You came to discuss the possibility of mending your relationship over dinner…but with your blood boiling from the way he yelled at you.

It didn’t matter anymore. You didn’t deserve this, you have done all you could. 

If he was just going to dismiss or berate you at your last attempt to salvage your relationship. 

Maybe it wasn’t worth saving anyway. 

“I’m done, Oswald.” You tried to turn around and leave it at that, but your feet seemed to be cemented to the floorboards. 

“Bloody hell is that s’pose to mean?” Oz barked as he walked closer to you. 

You gulped down the nervous lump that was building up in your throat. “I’m leaving. I’m packing my things and leaving.”

Maybe if you say enough times you can convince yourself of actually committing to it later. 

Oswald huffed and puffed as he paced in front of you. “Well, well, that’s just fuckin’ swell. Put salt in my fuckin’ wounds why don’tcha!” 

“I’ve tried to reach out! Make plans! Come see you!” You defended. “But you keep ignoring me! Brushing me off like you were doing just now!” 

Oswald rubbed his bandaged hand against his face. Frustrated, exhausted, and at his wits’ end. 

He thought you understood, that you would understand the stakes involved and how certain things have to take priority. 

After several years together, he thought you got it. That you were the one for him. 

Clearly, he was mistaken.

“Love, I told you from day one what it’ll be like, why is it causing issues, now?” 

You spread your arms out in exasperation. “Because you made an effort until now!” 

You continued. “You at least answered my calls! You may not be there when I go to bed, but at least you kissed me goodbye! And I haven’t heard you say I love you in a very, very long time.”

You hung your head and began rubbing the side of your arm with your hand. “I could at least count on that…I could rely on that to know you still cared…still loved me. But lately now, I-I don’t know.” 

Oswald sighed. His head was pounding, his blood pressure, no doubt, skyrocketed. 

Today was really not his day. 

“I don’t know what to tell ya, love. Business has been going down the shitter! Cause of that Bat-fuck! The very business payin’ for your home you want to just up and abandon, mind you. I’m so sorry that I’m too preoccupied with work, trying to make money to keep us a-fucking-float!” 

“It’s not that I’m ungrateful Oswald–”

“Sure sounds bloody like it!” 

You grit your teeth. Your grip on your arm tightening. “It’s not that! I just miss you! I want to be with you more! Isn’t that what you’d expect from someone that loves you?” 

Somehow your feet got lose from the floor and you began taking steps backwards toward the door. 

Whatever confidence and hope you had to mend this relationship was slowly dwindling. 

“I just came here to talk, to see you, I missed you…but now I’m wondering why I even bothered.” 

“I’m starting’ to think the same.” Oswald grumbled, completely checking out of the argument. 

“Fine. Then I won’t be a bother to you anymore.” You swallowed. 

“Fine! The sooner you leave, the sooner I can GET BACK TO FUCKING WORK!” Oswald growled as he raised his arms up in defeat, before turning around to go back to his desk. 

When he had his back turned, you took the chance to also dart out the door.

Before the tears finally poured over your eye ducts and you began hiccuping on your own breathing. 

It wasn’t until the elevator door finally shut that you collapsed. 

Your knees buckled before they hit the hard tile floor. Your hands going up to your face trying to dry up your fountain of tears. 

Even though a weight of uncertainty had been lifted. It felt like a ton of stone pillars just filled your heart causing it to crack in two under the pressure. 

The only thing to pull you from your sobbing is the ding signaling that you arrived at the first floor. 

You quickly stood up and began wiping the tears off your cheek. You didn’t want any of Oswald’s lackeys to see you in this upset state. 

Thankfully, when the metal doors slid open no one was there. 

You continued to try and mask the fact you had been crying as you called a cab to head to the luxurious penthouse apartment you shared with oswald. 

At least…you used to share with Oswald. 

Your body seemed to be running on autopilot as you went through the motions of packing your belongings. 

Meanwhile your mind was still reeling over the outcome of the argument. 

You kept replaying it in your head. Looking for any sign that it could have ended better…yet deep down a part of you knew that this was the only way it could end. 

As some last caring gesture or just a habit instilled in you to never waste food…you opted to stick the food you cooked in the fridge. Whatever appetite you had was long gone. 

You called up a friend that lived on the outskirts of the city. 

The constant bright lights made your head ache and you don’t know if you could stand to see Oswald again if he tried to come to the apartment. 

Five years down the drain and not an inkling of a clue of what the future has in store.

~

Oswald crushed another cigar into the small hill of burnt out cigar butts. The hill grew so tall that it was overflowing past the rim of the ash tray. 

It had been two weeks since Batman’s last assault on his weapons cache. The Penguin had been making fast strides to close current deals and get the remaining inventory moving. 

A part of him hoped that the business would keep him occupied…distracted from the falling out you two had. 

It did work for a moment. He even fooled himself to think that it’s what he needed. 

The Penguin didn’t need a girlfriend. Someone to wear him down, get in the way of his business endeavors. 

He laughed himself silly over several glasses of wine. What the fuck was he actually thinking? 

He supposed it was fun while it lasted. 

The Penguin was on to greener pastures now, especially while he was ahead of The Bat. 

At least that’s what he told himself some time last week.

In the second week, Oswald Cobblepot would nearly jump out of his seat when the phone would ring. 

Silently, he hoped it was you on the other line. He hoped you would reach out to consider getting back together. 

Yet, it was never you, usually just another henchman with an update. 

Which is fine…he figured. Everything was right as rain. 

Oswald leaned back in his plush office chair as he sighed out the last of his smoke. 

Now would have been a good evening to pick you up and treat you for a night on the town. 

There was a restaurant in between one of his main warehouses and the penthouse that you two frequently patroned. 

He always ordered for you, because no matter where the two of you went he always remembered what you wanted. 

Oz liked to show off that quality, that he could read your mind–that he knew you enough to be able to get you anything without the uttering of a word from you. 

All he ever wanted in return was to see your bright enchanting smile. To see your eyes crinkle when you smile wide. Your eyes would twinkle with love and amusement. 

For the first time in a long time, Oswald found a small semblance of a lop-sided smirk form on his face. 

Oswald reached across his desk for another cigar but cursed when he found the pack empty. 

He rocked back and forth on his chair. For once unsure of what to do. It was like he couldn’t think clearly. 

Oswald should be celebrating, taking it easy. He’s managed to get his empire under control.

However, he was in no mood to celebrate. Oswald was more aggravated than anything. 

Aggravated that he couldn't seem to move on. You left him and you weren’t there. He was frustrated that no matter how hard he tried to deny it…he missed and needed you. 

Oswald sighed exhausted over the mental gymnastics going on in his head. Now that he finally came to terms with his emotions…just what was he going to do about them?

The Penguin was nothing if not tenacious, especially when it was something, or in this case, someone he wanted. 

~

You were picking at some take-out you grabbed on your way home from work. 

You got a job through your friend, and thankfully you had some money saved for an extended-stay hotel room until you can afford a proper apartment. 

Not that you didn’t mind bunking with your friend, but you just really needed your own space. 

You couldn’t believe it had already been two weeks since you left Oswald. 

A heavy weight still hung on your heart but you couldn’t deny the solace of having your mind clear of your anxieties, that had been brewing the last few months you were with Oswald. 

No longer were you drained from effort that went unappreciated. You didn’t have to sit there twiddling your thumbs wondering if the man you loved even loved you back. 

As you got up to throw away your trash, you couldn’t help but wonder what Oz was up to now. 

The phone rang on your dresser. You perked your eyebrow, confused to what the hotel could want. 

You picked up the phone. “Hello?” 

A man asked for your name. 

“Y-Yeah, this is her…what do you need?”

You could hear an audible gulp from the man on the other end. 

“Y-You have a visitor…a-uh-Mr. Cobblepot…he would like to see you-”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you sighed. 

A part of you really didn’t want to bother with him…he never heard you out so why should you?

Another part of you couldn’t deny your curiosity though…plus you felt bad for the guy at the front desk that was one more demand away from pissing his pants. 

“Tell him I’ll be right down. And don’t worry nothing is going to happen to you.” 

“T-Thank you, miss.”

The phone clicked back onto its base and you went to get ready to meet your ex.

~

The car ride to wherever you two were going was stifling. 

Oswald kept fidgeting in the seat next to you and you kept waiting for him to say something.

“Thanks, love…for coming along.” He finally spoke, in a soft voice you haven’t heard in a long time. 

“Don’t thank me yet, you’re lucky you scared the shit out of the concierge, I felt bad. The only reason I’m going through with it.” 

“Is it really the only reason?”

You stayed silent. 

Oswald sighed. “Look, love…I-shit-I don’t know what the fuck to say…I know sorry is no good.”

“You’re right there.” You scoffed. 

“But, just, I-I wanted–needed to see you…all I’m asking is to be with you for tonight.”

“Why did you need to see me? Got bored with the ladies from the Iceberg? Things were going fine for me until you showed up!” 

That wasn’t necessarily true, but you were trying to prove a point…to be as mad as he got at you when you two fought.

To ward off the small ball of excitement at the bottom of your chest that was happy to be in the same space as him.  

Oswald sighed heavily. He mulled over his words in his head before deciding the truth will likely be the best option. 

"I'm sorry for disturbing your night, love. Let me make it up to ya…just for tonight. And if not, I'll turn this car around and leave you be…"

Oswald's knuckles almost matched the white of his gloves as he held his umbrella with a vice grip. He wasn't exactly ready to give quite an ultimatum just yet, but he wanted this to be fair for you and if you truly were doing fine without him. 

It would be a tough pill to swallow, but he will swallow it. 

You sighed. You were already here…and while you tell yourself you just want to be the bigger person and hear him out–Deep down, once again, you knew that you really did miss him. 

However, you weren't going to admit that right away.

"Well, I'm already here aren't I?" You sat up straight in your seat. 

Oswald nodded. "That you are, love. And you won't regret it." 

After a few minutes of thick heavy silence the car finally pulled to a stop. 

Before you could even ask where you were, Oz had already gotten out of the car and limped over to your side to open the door. 

"Where did you take me?" You asked as you stepped out of the car and stood beside him. 

"Just an old trip down memory lane." Oz smiled as he looked up at you. 

He offered you a gloved hand before you two crossed the street. 

Your hand already reached out and took it before you could even try to put up a front. You blame it on your body just doing what came naturally and out of instinct. 

As you two approached the restaurant you couldn't help but warmly chuckle at the establishment sign. 

"I'm surprised this place is still open." You murmured. 

Oz chuckled. "You and I both."

The moment between sitting down and ordering drinks became a blur as the haze-like shift between reality and memory merged. 

All the date nights to this exact restaurant and the exact seat, in fact this was the location of your first date with him. 

Funny, back then you were kind of humoring him as you are now. No way back then you could have known that one night would lead to countless others with him. 

You propped your head up by cupping your chin into the palms of your hands. You tried to look anywhere but the pair of eyes staring at you.

“Oz…”

“Hmm…?” 

“You’re staring…” You pointed out. 

“Can you blame me? I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“You rarely saw me anyway.” You crossed your arms. 

“Look love, I-I want to talk….Properly this time…like I should have let you done before.” 

That made you perk up your head. At least it was a step in the right direction. 

You sighed as you collected your thoughts. 

Before you could talk, Oswald spoke up. “I know it won’t do much now, love, but I do apologize. I-I just didn’t want ya to see me failing, and it was looking grim. I just–I didn’t want ya to worry about anything…then, poor thing, you walked straight into the bloody thick of it.”

You nodded with a tight smile looking back at that tense moment in his office. 

“I brushed you off, I tried to get you to leave because I didn’t have an excuse ready to give you…because that’s all I’ve ever done, and it was foolish of me to think they’d keep workin’ as is.”

“It was the same old excuse. ‘You were busy’, ‘I don’t need to worry’, ‘I shouldn’t worry’…but Oz me not knowing made me worry even more. Had you just been honest and told me what was going on–I would understand…” You interjected. 

“I know, the one thing I adore most about you and I somehow, over time, completely underestimated it. Your level of compassion even to a sorry piece of shite like me. Somewhere somehow over time I made the terrible mistake of muddling you with the others. Others that wanted something outta me…weapons, money, notoriety…”

“I only ever wanted you, Oswald.” 

“And I want you, love.” 

Oswald put out his calloused hand palm out towards you on top of the table. 

“I’m by no means a perfect man, never claimed to be. But I swear, to you and for you, I’ll do better by you. No more excuses, delayed or canceled plans, if I do it’s cause I’m on my deathbed.”

You scoffed at that, but stared intently at his open palm, as you deliberated what you already knew he was going to say. 

“Come back to me love…it doesn’t have to be tonight or tomorrow, just…to know we’re not over…not just yet.” His fingers curled slightly as if to coax your own hand to hold his. 

Meanwhile you were wringing your hands in your lap under the table. Your throat was parched and you kept blinking rapidly, as if hot wiring your brain to come up with an answer. 

You didn’t want to say yes right away, while he identified the problems and spoke about doing better…it didn’t exactly mean it was going to happen just like that. In fact, you knew it wasn’t going to. 

Then another part of you, the part that loved him and missed him wanted to give in and just worry about what would happen later. 

Perhaps there was a way to meet him in the middle of the road. 

You were so lost in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice Oswald talking to the waiter and ordering your food for the both of you. 

“Why do you do that?” You asked, suddenly very curious. 

“What’s that, love?” 

“You always order for me.” 

Oz chuckled as he decided to turn his palm towards the table, but still open to your touch. “I enjoy spoilin’ ya, love…and although I don’t always seem like it but I pay attention…especially if it means things that you enjoy.” 

Then he began listing off your favorite, granted trivial, but sentimental things. Your favorite songs, foods, time of day, weather, all sorts. Things that you imagine have probably changed from time to time but he somehow remembered. 

“And yet, through all that, I somehow sabotaged the easiest thing that brought you more joy than anything.” He continued. 

You nodded. “Just to be with you…” 

Oswald nodded too in agreement. 

A small smile grew on your face as an answer that would suit the both of you for the time being came to the forefront of your mind. 

You reached out your hand and placed it gently on top of his. 

“I’ll come back, but not in a hurry. I want us to do this right. I don’t want it to ever get to where it did again.” 

Oswald sat up in his seat and put his hand over yours. “I agree, love. Whatever it takes to get you to come back, I’ll do it.” 

“Even if it means starting over? Little by little?” 

Oz guffawed. “The chance to fall in love with you all over again? I wouldn’t miss that for anything.” 

Your smile widened. “That’s one way to look at it. I guess I can’t argue with that.”

You two pulled your hands apart when your dishes arrived. For once you genuinely felt content in the moment. 

Pleased in the decision to slowly work back up to what you had before and hopefully make it even stronger than it was. 

You felt that familiar feeling of hopefulness for the future. You weren’t walking around half-hazardly in the dark trying to collect pieces of what once was or what can be with what remained. 

You had a new clean slate, even with pre-used material, you were still determined to produce something new and everlasting. 

Oz chuckled warmly at you. “I missed that.” 

“What?” 

“Your smile.” 

You lowered your head at a poor attempt to hide your flushing face. This only caused Oswald to chuckle some more. 

Oswald grabbed his glass and raised it up towards you. “To us, anew, starting with tonight.” 

“To us, tonight.” You smiled as you clinked your glass to Oswald’s.

[myds-little-corner]

arkham riddler!

[gothamitelove]

Arkhamverse!Rogues with a lowly grunt that turns out to be a secret badass?

aw shit this is a lot of people!! im gonna go with the main boys + harley quinn, but you just lmk if you want this prompt for anybody else!!

jonathan crane: pleasantly surprised. he'd underestimated you- clearly a mistake. he's very much looking forward to seeing what else you keep hidden (you've been warned).

edward nygma: is kind of insulting about it, as is typical. "you're not as incompetent as i believed you to be! how... unusual." but he will threaten to turn you loose on anybody who threatens him. he has faith in your abilities but he'll never say it

harvey dent: two-face will just grin like a maniac and put his arm around your shoulders- "look at that, huh? none of them stood a chance." he's very proud. if it's harvey who's in charge, he just whistles, long and low, and reminds himself not to mess with you. heart eyes all around

jervis tetch: is having great fun with all of this! he'll be talking about you for days. everybody else won't be able to shut him up. you're the best thing since sliced bread, and if you weren't in his good graces before, you sure as shit are now

harley quinn: she's delighted, and shows it. she does a little twirl and claps her hands, excited like a little kid, and probably kisses you on the cheek. "that's amazing!" to the other guys nearby- "listen up, bozos! this is what i expect from all of you!" she showers you with praise and does not let up at all

joker: is impressed, and says so. prepare for some more dangerous jobs, because you're gonna get them now that he knows you won't fuck up. much like scarecrow in that now he's going to poke and prod you to reveal another interesting hidden thing about yourself

victor fries: is quietly impressed. "i didn't know you could do that." will casually start to name-drop you in conversation with others after this. he treats you with more respect now, trusts you with more of his plans, and is more likely to listen to you

oswald cobblepot: insists on keeping you around. you're competent, you're a badass, why wouldn't he want that? although you may have to stop him from making bets on your fights. he's probably more confident in your abilities than you are and talks very loudly about how much better than the other scum you are

[fandomsbookclub]

If you’re ever in search of something specific on this page try and search some of these!

Hazbin Hotel (Alastor and Adam mostly)

Stranger Things (Eddie Munson specifically!)

Batman (Arkham)

Riddler

Penguin

Game of Thrones

House of the Dragon

One Piece

Baldurs Gate 3 (Astarion duh!)

Resident Evil

Gears of War

And if you find any amazing imagines, HCs, smuts, ANYTHING!! Send it my way I’d love to give it a read and reader gender doesn’t matter to me ☺️☺️☺️

Thanks to all the amazing writers for your incredible works! 💙💙💙💙

Story 💙

[curious-menace]

Penguin headcanons for an enthusiastic worker for the lounge who also knows how to work a gun and kill someone in the name of business, please if that's okay?

did you mean : Clara?

i assume you meant arkham Penguin bc i know he is ur little boy

Arkham penguin X enthusiastic worker

WELL. this is certainly a nice change! its refreshing to have SOMEONE around here with a bit of passion for the job. LORD knows he’s getting tired of these utter muppets who just phone it in every day and do a half assed job. 

probably hired you for your nice ass, lets be real. He just likes having a few pretty faces around him. nice change of pace from having to look at crooked noses, black eyes and unshaven faces 24 bloody 7. he probably has no clue you’re a badass until much later.

he enjoys having you around in the lounge and out. you always have a cigarette and lighter to hand and you understand all of his british jokes. you hold his umbrella at just the right height, you're a fantastic driver and the rest of his goons seem to have taken an instant shine to you. the fact that you’re cute is just the icing on the cake

He likes to roast people, you included so i hope you have a sense of humor about you. he’s the boss after all, if he makes a joke, he’ll expect you to laugh. mind you, anyone who works for penguin willingly is probably pretty sadistic anyway.

but ohhoho whats this? you know how to use a gun? well that's cute, he knew there was a reason he kept you around. Don't expect him to treat you better or pay you anymore just because you can shoot though.

You're going to have to earn his respect. Alright you took the initiative once and killed someone he wanted dead but thats still small time to him. i imagine he might test you before expecting you to pick up the slack his last murder for hire dropped when he was accidentally murdered.

listen, hes old fashioned (read as, sexist) he’s not IN LOVE with the idea of one of his pretty lounge ladies/laddies/enbies doing the dirty work, but you are so damn good at it. 

keep this up and he might just promote you to bodyguard work. Really, he just wants an excuse to have you in arms reach at all times so he can throw his arm around your waist.  

there you go “nonnie” . i tried to think of clara when i wrote this but i wanted to keep it gender neutral for the other readers so i hope that was ok. feel free to request more of me anytime chum =)

got something you wana ask me? send me an ask or a dm! 💜

[plasticnightmaredoll]

I wanted to share the writings I am currently working on because it really is a personal “triumph” for me of sorts. After having an unpleasant experience with someone in a different fandom, I kind of lost my desire to write 😯. I lost all confidence and motivation, and even though I had ideas I could have written down, I just didn’t feel the joy anymore. 

It was months before I started to slowly get back into writing, although, for a different fandom. Not sure if I will return to writing for the fandom I was sort of left disenchanted with thanks to someone, but I am at least writing something -- anything. And I actually am having a fun time again!

These are the ideas I have that I am working on or hope to work on. Now, I can’t promise if any of these will be done any time soon, nor can I promise if I will complete all of these. Some may be abandoned, some may take a short time to write, some may take a very long time to write. But to celebrate my return to writing, I wanted to make this post.

Now, I am not trying to brag. I’m not a professional writer and I still have lots of things to improve on. So, don’t think I’m trying to act all “high and mighty.” Trust me--I have tons of insecurities about my writing! 

Anyway, here’s the list:

N/SFW Alphabets:

NSFW Alphabet for Telltale Games Penguin/Oswald “Oz” Cobblepot

SFW Alphabet for Telltale Games Riddler

SFW Alphabet for Arkham Knight Riddler

Headcanons:

NSFW + SFW Headcanons for a polyamorous relationship with Telltale Riddler and Telltale Penguin

Fics/Drabbles

“Look What I Found” - Arkham Knight Riddler x Female Reader/Female OC/Self-Insert (haven’t decided which it will be yet) (a collection of samples for this one are available here)

Summary: Basically, AK!Riddler gets his shit together after catching feelings. It just takes him some time to realize that he has developed feelings and, of course, he has to figure out how to reveal them to his lady friend (legit friend, not “that” kind of friend lol)

Notes: Will contains lots of fluff and some smut. Features Riddlerbots being cute. The title is that of a song by Lady Gaga, from the “A Star Is Born” soundtrack. It kind of fits what the plot of the fic is about, I think. May have an “epilogue” fic with LOTS of smut.

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Untitled AK Riddler Birthday Fic - Arkham Knight Riddler x Female Reader/Female OC/Self-Insert (haven’t decided which it will be yet)

Summary: Edward receives a surprise gift from his lady friend (no, not “that” kind of gift lol “That” comes later 😉) for his birthday, the first present he’s gotten from anyone in ages -- if he’s ever received one. He’s touched, but also internally panicking because he hasn’t ever gotten her a present. So, what will he get her in return?

Notes: Will contain mostly just fluff and probably no smut (I know, it’s a shock to me, too 🤣). Will feature AK!Riddler being adorkable

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"A Man Who Makes Me Alright” - Telltale Riddler x Female Reader/Female OC/Self-Insert (haven’t decided which it will be yet)

Summary: Tons of smut, some humor, and a good helping of fluff. A sort of “slice of life” drabble with Telltale Riddler and his lady, you could say. 

Notes: Will contain Daddy kink, just so you know in case it’s not your thing. Will contain Dom/Sub stuff because, let’s be real: Telltale Riddler is a fucking Dom and I am a hardcore Sub 😂. It’s not going to be, like, EXTREME, but it will be kinky. Will also be an age gap pairing but the lady in question is NOT underage, so you don’t need to freak out. But I also know some of you may not like age gap pairings so...fair warning. Very strong chance it may be a self-insert fic, and I’m half Telltale Riddler’s age so it won’t be an epic age gap pairing. This also means the fic may get a little personal -- and not just in regards to revealing some of my, uh, “interests.” Title is a line from Lady Gaga’s song, “Teeth.” I love her, ok? The song fits the pairing and content of the fic anyway.

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Untitled Enigma/Edward Nashton x Lorelei Jones (my o/c) fic 

Summary: What the title suggests. I made Enigma a hot detective girlfriend 😂😂😂 But in all seriousness: She’s still a WIP, but most of her character has been developed. The story is meant to take place while Edward is at the GCPD, right around the time he decides to blackmail the shit out of Gotham’s corrupt elite. However, things go much differently than they do in the “Arkham Origins” game.

Notes:

One major change from the “Origins” game is Edward’s motivation to go through with this blackmail plan (let’s just say he’s doing it out of love, to put it simply. The other major change is that he doesn’t become Riddler. Is it a spoiler? Yes, but not a big one. That’s actually what started this fic and the creation of Lorelei Jones: what if Edward Nashton never became Edward Nigma, the Riddler? What if something transpired that “saved” him from that descent into madness, depression, and obsession? Was if this sassy, sexy nerd actually got a happy ending instead of a tragic one? Will contain a lot of smut because...it just will 🤣 Hey, I want Enigma to have a real good fucking time, ok? (quite literally in this case 😏) Will contains plenty of fluff, though, and a decent amount of angst. 

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That’s all I have in the works for now -- and thank the lord because this is enough to keep my busy for a good while. Like I said before: no promises on when or if any or all of these will be finished, but I’m going to do my best. Hopefully nothing knocks me on my ass and ruins my motivation...

[gothamitelove]

Arkhamverse! Oswald Cobblepot with a reader who loves kissing his bald head (and overall face) even if she is not much taller than him, her being 4'11ft. That's it. That's the request <3

ofc! i love writing for this guy sm you've got no clue

arkhamverse!oswald cobblepot w/short!affectionate!reader

he is not used to this, but is very on board with it

i mean, really. even if he weren't (in his own eyes) unattractive, he's a mob boss. he doesn't really let anybody close enough to have them bestow this much affection on him.

but he's let you in. which says a lot, as it happens, about his own self-confidence (which he isn't exactly lacking in, but he's a realist above all else)

will return the favor, often in public if you're alright with that.

will start asking for kisses ("how about one before i go, luv?") because he's damned if he's not capitalizing on this

takes great pride in seeing the rather shocked expressions of the people who see you doing this in public. yeah, that's right, you've chosen him, and he's chosen you, and everyone else can suck it

[gothamitelove]

OMG HELLO FELLOW ARKHAM OZZIE ENJOYER! I am so weak for him 😭 If you could pretty please write some fluffy headcanons about him being grumpy around everyone but reader you'd make me very, very happy! Like, general fluffy headcanons about him 'n such, if you are up for it! Thank youuu <3

OH LORD WE'RE ALL DOWN BAD... don't worry anon i got us covered (sorry this is so late!!)

arkham!oswald cobblepot fluff hcs

he loves spending money on you. gift giving is 100% his love language

is also a big fan of pet names. think sweetheart, honey, doll, or really just about anything with "my" in front of it

for all of his boldness when he's telling you how pretty you are and how much he likes you, if you compliment him he's just sitting there like. 404 error oswald not found. he is very much not used to it

he's a sleaze but by god he will treat you right. and everyone else will too or else they'll be getting a broken arm

loves giving orders with you on his lap so he can show you off. loves showing you off in general, actually, but having his thugs see how nicely you're treated while he sends them off with a nasty insult is one of his favorite things

he hides it decently but he is in awe of you literally all the time. every day there ever was you know

so i said gift giving was his love language right? well so is physical touch. except lots of kisses and an arm around your waist (or shoulders, he likes mixing it up)

this is my manifesto. where are the rest of y'all arkham!oswald people at because i Need you in my inbox Right Now <3