In the future, Batman catches onto the real reason behind Penguin and Riddlerâs feud, but he doesnât try to stop Arkham from rooming them together. In fact, he starts encouraging it, silently hoping maybe one day theyâll just fuck and get it out of their systems and maybe distract each other enough to give him some peace for one damn week.
This gives me so many feels, seeing it like this, all laid out, and just, fucking ED! You could have had him, so easily. Oswald was giving himself to you, was willing to sacrifice his *life* for yoursâand for someone as selfish and self-centred as Oswald thatâs justâŠhuge, and unbelievable.Â
And now, itâs painful to watch each instance where he denies Ed, each where he restrains himself, because the longing is still there, this internal struggle against what he desperately wants and his pride and tendency towards violent retribution for even the smallest (even imagined) slight. Shit, even when he starts getting antagonistic and snarky post-thaw, it smacks of a defense mechanism. Protect himself and make Ed feel as lost as Oswald did when Ed broke his heart.
Ed, if you need any further proof of Oswaldâs continued deep and abiding love, itâs his indulgence of your antics, and your continued survival in Gotham.
âI know this songâ, Oswald comments appreciatively, fingers tapping on the table.
Ed knows the song too. Amy Winehouse. âWake Up Aloneâ. Ed knows itâs one of Oswaldâs favourites. He didnât used to care for it but the memories the song is causing to surface in his brain (and the sensations in his body) are far from unpleasant. It used to be Ed would brush the feelings off as a side effect of the pills he used to take but not anymore. He doesnât have to.
Not now that he has the real thing to enjoy.
âSing to meâ.
Oswald raises an eyebrow as he hears Edâs words. He knows instinctively itâs not a question. Itâs a command.
Oswald glances around self consciously but his eyes are instantly drawn back to Edâs hand moving to rest over his.
âNobodyâs looking or listeningâ, Ed says quietly, âItâs just us. You and meâ.
âAlwaysâ, Oswald sighs as Ed reaches up and runs a hand through his hair. He melts into the sensation, his wariness swiftly fading, overpowered by desire.
Edâs right. Nobody else in the Lounge is paying attention to them. Theyâre too busy making their own fun and Oswald has ensured his and Edâs private booth is far away from prying eyes.
âI love it when my birdy singsâ, Ed teases, âHe gets a treat if he doesâ.
Oswald licks his dry lips, painting them a glistening pink and begins to sing along with the music.
âHeâs fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts He floats me with dreadâ.
Ed moves closer to Oswald, deliberately invading his space. He smirks as he sees Oswaldâs lip curl as he realises Ed is trying to throw him off. Oswald decides two can play this game.
âSoaked in soul, he swims in my eyes by the bedâ, Oswald sings, running a lean finger down Edâs cheek and tickling his chin.
Ed grabs hold of the offending finger and latches on to it with his teeth, sucking hard. Oswaldâs breath hitches and he canât suppress a longing whimper. He decides the best form of defence is attack.
Ed gasps as Oswald suddenly grabs hold of his crotch beneath the table. Oswald gets onto his knees on the booth seat and crawls towards Ed.
âPour myself over himâ, Oswald growls as he begins to straddle Ed, looking down at him with half hooded, glittering, pale eyes. Ed leans back to get a better view, swallowing hard as he realises Oswald is just as hard as he is.
âMoon spilling inâ, Oswald sings, tilting his head back as if in the grip of ecstasy.
Ed watches a bead of sweat trace its way down a blue vein on Oswaldâs pale neck and his hips buck automatically beneath Oswald, jolting him forward. Oswald recovers well, catching himself on Edâs shoulders. He leans in close and Ed can feel the strength in Oswaldâs fingers gripping his shoulders like a bird of prey. Ed feels like heâs going to drown in those sea green eyes as they gaze deep into his. He loves this. Loves being in Oswaldâs thrall.
âAnd I wake up-â Oswald whispers, his warm breath ghosting over Edâs flushed cheek.
Oswald doesnât get to finish before Ed yanks him down into a fierce, hungry kiss. Heâs ready for a different kind of music.
Ya, and not to drag Jim or anything but itâs kind of weird that Jimâs first priority wasnât the life of this orphan kid. He seemed more concerned with proving that he could catch Pyg. If heâs supposed to be the good guy in this story then why does he need Oswald (a villain) to interfere to save the kid. And on top of it all, Jim is angry at Oswald for interrupting:
Doesnât he remember what happened a few episodes ago when Raâs held a knife to Alexâs throat and Bruce prioritized the dagger over that kidâs life?
Not only that, but there were all those civilians in the room. Given any given villainâs penchant for the dramatic, how did he know they werenât all wired up to something that was going to electrocute them if Pygâs heart stopped beating or something?
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