Tag: gotham

freckledandspectacled:

Less Scary

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Oswald wants to be there to support Edward when he goes to end things with Isabella himself. It changes everything. 6k, SFW.

(I’ve had this conversation with a couple people about what would have happened if Oswald had witnessed Isabella’s behavior the night he had her killed. This is that story… with the added bonus of Isabella being more than she seems.)

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Sometime between his conversation with Isabella and now, that blonde little idiot had managed to pass a note to Edward, no doubt expounding on her love for him… blah blah blah. It leaves Oswald in the precarious and endlessly frustrating role of informing Edward of her position on their relationship. She just couldn’t let it go, could she?

Now Edward is leaving yet again, to try and end things with her himself. He fears that he’s going to somehow hurt her, and a part of Oswald hopes he does. It would save him the trouble. A larger part of him fears that she’s going to be able to draw him in with her… feminine wiles or what have you and force Oswald into the position of eliminating her himself. He has a plan in mind, should it come to that, but he’d rather Edward have proper closure from the little harlot before he makes his own move.

If Edward is successful and able to end things, the better for Oswald. If Edward kills her, it might take a little something extra to remind Edward that Oswald is virtually invulnerable, but he can make it work. Killing her will drag this out the longest, but he’s certainly not opposed to the idea. Edward is nearly out of the door when Oswald decides on an excellent method for ensuring that Edward will at least refrain from spending the night.

“Here, let me at least go with you.” Edward pauses in the doorway, turning to look back at him. “I clearly didn’t do a proper job of it, and I’m sorry I led you to believe you could rely on me to do this for you. The truth is, I’ve never had to break up with someone before. Let alone on the behalf of someone else.”

Edward shakes his head and comes back into the room, saying, “The fault is all mine, Oswald. I should have behaved like and adult and done it myself. I’m just— I’m so frightened I might hurt her.”

“I’ll wait in the car for you,” Oswald says. “If I hear something, or you’re taking a long time, I’ll be there for you, alright?” Edward swallows and nods.

“Thank you, Oswald. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“My dear Edward,” Oswald drawls, taking hold of his biceps, “You can always count on me.”

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