What started out as a trip to the Gotham art museum's new photography of exotic birds exhibit ended up with you beside the notorious Penguin. A gentlemanly character, though his criminal activities said otherwise. He'd struck conversation with you, and eventually you ended up in a restaurant, chatting away. He was eager to talk, and you couldn't quite blame him. He was an outcast, both amongst his villainous peers and the socialites he wished to be apart of. "Yes, birds of paradise are quite beautiful, the Gotham exhibit however couldn't quite capture the allure of the avian species- nor could they see the venust elegance before them. Why, when I saw you, I believed you were something but a figment of my imagination- an enchanting sight that I am honored to have been graced with." Oswald leaned down to kiss your hand, you could practically feel him smiling against it, and he pulled away slowly, as if unwilling.