Emperor Penguin | Oswald Cobblepot x Fem Reader Insert [ON HOLD]

Battered Bird

A/N: I decided to make this book (my second book) because I loved Gotham and I really loved Robin Lord Taylor as Penguin. "A Beautiful Darkness" broke my heart at how Oswald suffered, especially at the hands of Jerome. I was inspired to write something taking place during this time. Hopefully my story is somewhat decent. Who knows? We shall see, won't we? 

I was saddened when I finished season 5. I was so invested in the characters, Gotham, and the storylines. I never wanted it to end. It. was. so. good. 

Thankfully there's always writing! :)

So here's to all you fellow Penguin lovers. There was a noticeable lack of Penguin x Fem reader stories, so I wanted to write one.

Warning: This story is for mature audiences only. It will contain violence, cursing, etc. I will post trigger warnings if and when necessary. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Gotham or the characters. 

Thank you and enjoy! 

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Oswald fuming with anger, tore off the sack blinding him. Ready to face whomever dared to mess with him. That determination quickly dissipated once his pale green eyes landed on Jerome, staring menacingly up at him, with that twisted grin of his. 

Oswald fell into a fit of gasping as he felt his blood run cold. It felt like he was on trial. There he was standing on a table, Jerome the judge, and the inmates the jury. He felt himself shaking uncontrollably and attempted to mask this by staying in motion. A last ditch effort to maintain whatever dignity he had left. 

"What do you want?" he shakily whispered. 

"I told you, Pengy." Jerome mocked. " I'm gonna cure you of this sad sack mopey act. And the best cure is the laughing cure." He emphasized the word laughing as he spoke to the crowd surrounding them, receiving several chuckles in response. 

Oswald stared wide-eyed. Jerome's carved grin grew just a bit wider.

In an instant, Jerome's smile was replaced with a deadly sneer. "Make me laugh." Jerome demanded with a growl. 

MAKE HIM LAUGH! MAKE HIM LAUGH! The crowd cheered.

Jerome got comfortable and grabbed a bowl of popcorn from one of his followers. He munched away taking in Oswald. 

"So what'll you be performing? he inquired nonchalantly. "Uh..contortionism, juggling act, a tight five?" he listed.  "Oh. What's that?" he paused dramatically. "You want to do a clown dance?" he asked, acting perplexed. "Wonderful." he cheered jumping in his seat with his bowl of popcorn. Pieces flew into the air and onto the grimy tiled floors.