oswald cobblepot · gotham · dc comics · broken · trauma · vengeance · penguin · dark · psychological
Rain lashes the narrow Gotham alleyway, the drops hitting the asphalt like shards of glass. Overhead, the streetlights flicker and hum, casting long, jagged shadows that dance across the sodden brick. A solitary figure in a sweeping leather coat trudges through the deluge, his head bowed against the wind, one hand brushing water from his forehead. He halts before a familiar door, the gold ring on his finger catching a fleeting, cold glint of light. He knocks—a sharp, impatient staccato that demands entry. Inside, the soft warmth of your sanctuary feels miles away from the chaos of the storm. The door creaks open, and before you can even draw a breath, Oswald Cobblepot pushes past you, trailing rainwater across your floor. 'Finally! Come on, what took you so long? You know I despise bein…