one knows about Puffin but me and the other criminals around here
Penguin thought to himself staring at his blade bloodlustingly. And
they seem to want her gone any-
Oswald! Stop lagging
behind I want to get that owl and get out of here as soon as possible
this place gives me the willies she sighed annoyed.
Owl? Thats right the
birds, he had nearly forgotten about them. She was the only one who
knew about them. He needed her and he knew it full well. A rather
thorny situation at the very least. Then again, if some unknown
criminal could find out about something like these birds, if they
were as valuable as they seemed to be then find out about the other
thirteen birds whereabouts couldent be all that difficult.
her voice was faint and distant even though she was standing only a
few feet away from him. She had been nothing but a pain since she
showed her face anyway, he thought to himself raising the sword
bearing umbrella above her from behind, eyes void of any expression
at all. The world seemed to move in slow motion as it came down
straight towards her neck.
She had turned to the
side just as the blade came down. It completely missed her striking
the cement grave. Oswald finally snapped back to reality as if the
clatter had awoken him out of his trance.
where you swing that she grumbled over her shoulder
He looked seeing her staff had been struck down only about a few
inches away from where the blade had. It was after a moment of
staring he realized it was in attempt to break the cement away from
the base of the owl. Puffin had been so involved in her work that she
didnt even realize that he had just tried to kill her.
Oh dear lord he had. He blinked slowly backing
away dropping his umbrella to the ground backing away from it as if
it were a venomous viper. He couldent believe himself. Why? Was he
really going insane? For crying out loud he as upset, yes she was
annoying at times but it had never consciously crossed his mind to
actually kill her. His eyes darted around anxiously trying to
figure things out.
Great. He never felt sorry for anything he
had ever done, and of course the first time just had to be sorry for
something he’d done to this.woman. This fickle, annoying, quirky,
amusing, oddly attrac-.oh god in heaven no. The same sickening
feeling began returning as he nearly tripped over his own feet. It
was impossible, there was no denying it anymore. He had a thing for
Puffin. HE Oswald Cobblepot had something for
Finally! she exclaimed as the heavy
Bronze owl fell to the ground. It was made to appear perched on a
stump, wings spread out wide as if preparing for flight. Its beak was
wide open and its eyes made of two large pure opals. He could only
stand there staring at those ominous eyes that seemed to look
straight through his soul. Those accusing eyes that seemed to read
him like an open book. It was a rather unnerving feeling but it
wasnt just the eyes, those graves were to similar for his liking
Ermyeah Penguin muttered unable to look her
in the face at this point any longer Get it and lets go..
You ok? Puffin blinked cocking her head to one side, already in
the process of packing the owl into her bag, her staff laid carefully
next to her.
Im fine justfeeling kind of sick
nnaaww Isnt that sickeningly cute?
voice. It was a voice far to familiar for Oswalds liking, and far
to close as well. That damned voice was right behind him. He knew it
better then any voice and knew all to painfully well it belonged to
the absolute LAST person he wanted to see epically with what was
going on right now. He turned silently and palely to face a dark
silhouette perched atop a tombstone. He didnt need to see anymore
then that to identify who it was.
Selina Kyle, more well known
however these days, as Catwoman.