Tag: gotham

frosty-chatterbox:

amt149:

Okay, does anyone else find it weird that Oswald let Sophia see him weak in 4×05? I’m not referring to him getting misty-eyed at his mother’s goulash, that makes sense because it caught him off-guard and he left right away. I’m talking about him with his leg being in pain.

Think about it. We have never seen Oswald explicitly show that he lets his leg get the better of him. He walks with confidence, despite his limp, even after getting beat half to death and even after he was literally thrown off the docks to die, he never lets his disability be shown as something that bothers him despite being in constant pain. 

Now, he knows Sophia is up to something. She’s “buttering him up,” as he says.  He knows she’s a Falcone, and that by itself is reason for suspicion enough and it’s all but confirmed for him when she served him his mother’s goulash. Now, you could argue that he might think Sophia is doing these things genuinely. 

The parallels between her actions and Ed’s in season two are incredibly obvious, after all. Ed played & sang Gertude’s song to Oswald, Sophia serves him Gertude’s iconic dish. Ed nursed Oswald back to health after being shot, Sophia helps Oswald with his leg pain. It’s clear why Sophia’s manipulation would work, we’ve already seen that Oswald is strongly affected by the emotional impact of actions along these lines; that’s not my point.

My point is: the thing that sticks out to me is that even with this parallel, with Ed, Oswald refused to show his physical weaknesses while healing. He never complained about his shoulder hurting from the bullet wound, and he certainty never complained about his leg even when on the brink of death. Oswald was certainty emotionally weak then, his mother had just been murdered and with Ed pulling up memories with the music. He still didn’t show any sort of physical weakness, not with being shot and certainty not with his leg. Doesn’t it seem a bit suspicious that Oswald would let Sophia, a woman he already suspects is up to something (good or bad, it doesn’t matter), see his weakness with his leg, a physical malady that he’s handled hiding for years without problem? He’s hid it even upon the brink of death, and yet he’s stronger now than ever, more powerful than he was even as mayor, and he shows this weakness to a woman he suspects?

I could be overthinking this, of course, and end up being proven wrong in the next few episodes. But the only conclusion that makes sense to me based solely on the aired episodes so far is that Oswald chose to show Sophia that weakness to see how she’d respond, maybe to test her intentions or to see how much information about him she knows. It just seems like this is a weakness that Oswald wouldn’t show just accidentally, Oswald has always been smart at playing people and it makes total sense to me that he’s trying to feel her out with something like this. 

Yess!!!!

yourenotgoingtosaygoodbye:

freckledandspectacled:

Edward who??? Ivy who?????

#…I actually have no problem with this line?? #(despite the fact that it HURTS like HELL) #I’ve seen several people upset that he forgot about what Ed and Ivy did for him #but that’s not how I read it at all #he gave up on love and weakness just like he and Ed tried to do in Ed’s apartment #back then it was still safe for them to love Kristen and Gertrud #because they were DEAD #there was no way for it to cause problems #(not until Isabella showed up as Kristen 2.0 with a death wish) #Oswald is back in that mindset – acknowledging that he cares about people or that people care about him makes him unsafe #but it’s still okay to love his mother because she’s gone #(and now look who’s showing up Liza/Isabella style to wreck everything) (sure-as-eggs)

this^^^

Not to mention that Oswald probably feels that his mother is the only person in his life who has never hurt or betrayed him in any way

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Gotham Is Giving Total Psychopath Professor Pyg His Own Musical Number, Because Gotham

justgotham:

Next week, Gotham is bringing another Bat-villain to its nightmarishly delightful take on DC Comics in the form of Michael Cerveris’s Professor Pyg. But apparently, frequent Broadway star Cerveris will be bring a bit of the ol’ razzle dazzle with him, alongside… well, you know. The “gruesome serial killer with a creepy pig mask” stuff.

Ceveris dished on his multi-episode stint at Pyg to USA Today, revealing that—please pretend to be surprised for a moment—that the noted murderer will find a kindred spirit on the show, in the form of fellow noted murderer Jim Gordon.

According to the site, Pyg’s arrival in Gotham City leads to a string of cops being brutally murdered as part of Pyg’s twisted sense of justice… except for Jim Gordon, who finds his fellow officers of the law turning against him when they realize the reason he isn’t on Pyg’s kill list is because Pyg doesn’t see Gordon as a corrupt cop. Which is odd, considering that Jim Gordon a) has killed a shit-ton of people and b) is currently using Sofia Falcone to raise an army of criminals to stop Penguin’s very effective crime prevention program. But anyway.

The real delight of Pyg’s arrival on Gotham, according to Cerveris, is not his relationship with Jim, but a planned encounter with the Penguin… which of course leads to Professor Pyg starring in his own “song-and-dance number.”

“Especially when they had somebody who played Sweeney Todd, they knew the direction they wanted to go,” Cerveris says, adding that he hopes Broadway fans who don’t watch Gotham “might give it a look simply because of that, and find that they have a new favorite show.”

I love the idea of Broadway fans tuning into Gotham only to find a serial killer in a pig mask doing a showtune. Love it.

Professor Pyg squeals his way onto Gotham starting next Thursday, October 26.

Gotham Is Giving Total Psychopath Professor Pyg His Own Musical Number, Because Gotham

Prompt suggestion: As soon as Ed can move just a little he waits till Myrtle turns her back, snatches her cell phone and calls Oswald to come get him, because Oswald is so much the better option here.

sunaddicted:

It wasn’t the fact that he was paralysed that scared Edward: his mind was lucid enough to point out that after months of being trapped in ice, unable to even twitch a finger, his muscles would have at least lost their strength – if not atrophied.

No, what scared Edward was the realisation that he was in the hands of an obsessed fangirl who had tied him to the bed.

He didn’t think his heart had ever beaten that fast – hadn’t Edward had a better knowledge of anatomy, he would have been terrified of his ribcage being smashed open from the inside.

Maybe the gory scene would scare Myrtle away.

Sure, he had wished for recognition as the Riddler – especially from Oswald but he couldn’t afford thinking about him in that moment, his thoughts would get all jumbled and he needed to stay focused – but he had never stopped to think about the possibility that admiration could be twisted into obsession.

Edward watched Myrtle happily move around the room-turned-shrine, her pace almost dizzying after months of absolute and pure stillness; he didn’t remember her – not at all, not even after she gave him such specific coordinates to find her in his memories – but he obviously wasn’t going to tell her that.

Edward smiled around a half-grimace, nodding slowly; the stilted movement caused a shower of pinpricks to crawl under his skin – a sensation he would have normally found rather unpleasant, but that he welcomed with relief in that moment: his body was waking up.

He’d never been one to stay still – it meant being vulnerable, posing the perfect target for the bullies and his father alike. So, Edward forced himself to move.

God, but it hurt.

And his mind conveniently decided that passing out in the middle of an attemot at curling his pinky was the best course of action.

When he woke up, it was only to almost immediately faint again at the sight of the obscenely long needles protruding from his skin.

Acupuncture.

This time, giving a name to what was happening to him didn’t help much to calm down: Edward’s every single brain cell was horrified that someone would violate his body in such a way while he was unconscious.

It was the last straw.

Edward faked to agree with Myrtle’s idea, absentmindedly vomiting facts about acupuncture and its medical properties while his eyes frantically scanned the room in search of something…

The phone.

Edward was reasonably convinced that he could operate it, that wasn’t what made hesitation settle in his bones – the real problem was: who would he call?

Not the GCPD, he’d end up in another prison – Arkham, probably. And if there was a place Edward never wanted to visit again, it was Gotham’s prison for the criminally insane.

He couldn’t call Barbara either: she had wanted him out of the way as much as Oswald – the only difference being that he had been momentarily useful to her and they had shamelessly exploited each other.

Edward didn’t have friends or allies.

He only had enemies and one in particular shone amidst them: Oswald.

The Penguin would definitely come to his rescue – if only to reclaim his prisoner and show the whole city that nobody escaped from the Penguin’s revenge.

It would also put Edward in a tight and risky spot, reduced to begging his former captor to escape the madwoman currently holding hin hostage.

Still, if Oswald still had feelings for him – and he must have because Edward couldn’t be the only one still reeling at the thought of him – he could play them in his favour to avoid being put on ice again.

He didn’t like the less than favourable odds but he definitely hated being tortured in his sleep.

Edward didn’t have to do much except stay awake and await a moment of distraction: despite the fuzziness of his thoughts, Oswald’s phone numbers were easy to retrieve.

“Who’s this?”

Edward licked his dry lips, hands trembling as if an earthquake was happening in his marrow with the effort of holding the phone up to his ear “Help me” he whispered.

“What?”

He should have expected the other man to not understand. Edward cleared his throat and pressed the phone closer to his ear “Oswald, it’s Edward. Help me. A woman.. Myrtle Jenkins.. she’s holding me captive”

“Where are you?”

So business like – it was something about Oswald he had always admired, the way he could shut down his feelings when he needed to be lucid: Edward wouldn’t have been able to do the same, that’s why he tried to avoid wasting his time with them “I don’t know” he answered “I can’t move. Can you find her?”

A long second of silence – a full one, his mind had been counting the milliseconds as they passed: one, two, three, four.. twenty.. thirty-one, thirty-two.. fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine..

Sixty milliseconds.

“I can. See you soon, Ed”

He was so relived that he couldn’t even find it in himself the strength to be angry because Oswald wasn’t calling him the Riddler.

Since coming back to life again, Edward laughed for the first time and his muscles moved: maybe he wasn’t as lost anymore.