Oswald had been a crime boss for many years, moving along the rungs of life’s ladder easily, but not without struggles. He made each of his bully’s rue the day they had even casted a cruel eye over The Penguin. He was set upon Gotham’s throne for years. Each mayor was in the palm of his hand… until that vulgar vigilante showed up…

but that was years ago. 20 long years ago, when he was young and still full of vigor. Now he sat with his fiancee, who was coincidentally a doctor for a rehabilitation clinic for birds. They had met in his usual stroll in the park after he had found a pigeon who had a broken wing

Now he sat waiting for her return from the clinic with dinner all laid out elegantly. Sure, he had left his lavish life behind but that didn’t mean he couldn’t include the small graces of good fortune in his day to day