Oswald was in love. Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, the Penguin, was in love.
Penguin, a criminal, having affectionate, romantic thoughts and feelings for another person. A girl.
No. Not a girl. A young woman.
The fact that he was interested in her wasn't so odd, but he cared for her! Him, the supervillian Penguin! Caring about someone!
It was just unnatural.
"It's just plain weird" he grumbled to himself, as he entered the bathroom and splashed some water on his face.
As he toweled off his face, he thought about it more.
The young woman..Virgo. She was about adecade his junior, petite, and very, very strange.
She had red hair, grey eyes, and pale skin. Narrow hips, and breasts a bit large for her tiny frame. Long, sharp fingernails that were usually painted black, and tiny feet. Thin lips and slim fingers.
All in all, not unattractive, but he was in love with her, so there was probably some emotional bias there.
She was also dark, sadistic and twisted, which excited him. And a bit bipolar, as she also cared deeply about the environment, starving children, and animals. And she cared deeply for her loved ones, including him.
A woman of many contradictions.
He hung the towel back up, and rubbed his temples. Damn her quirky charm. She'd drawn him in, understood his outcast feelings; seen him for who he really was.
And she loved him anyway. She too was an outcast, and she was so strange, she actually was attracted to him.
She was turned on by his strange appearance, she said.
He closed his eyes and sighed as he remembered her touch.
The way she cupped his cheeks i nher hands, rubbed the sides of his nose with her thumbs, and kissed the tip gently.
The way she sucked on his fingers, massaging his palms also.
The way she dug her hands into his hair as she pressed her lips to his, opening her mouth slightly to allow access for his tongue..
Oswald opened his eyes and looked in the mirror.
His cheeks had flushed pink from the memories, and he blushed even more when he remembered how good she felt when he touched her.
Thin and bony in most places, Virgo was soft in others, mostly her breasts and thighs. Her skin was soft, too. And smooth.
She smelled good, too. And tasted good. Gods, when she had her tongue in his mouth-
He stopped himself before things got out of hand.
It wasn't just physical, though.
She wanted to see him happy. She tried to make him smile when he was down. She even comforted him when he cried; secretly, unknown to others.
She surprised him by visisting unexpectedly, by welcmoming him with kisses and open arms.
And, of course, he did the same.
Penguin ran a hand throught his ginger hair and had a good, long look in the mirror.
He actually looked better than he had before.
Thanks to Virgo, he had been sleeping better, eating better, and just generally feeling better.
His face had colour in it again; there was a light in his blue eyes, and his skin seemed less lined.
Oswald Cobblpot chewed this over. Love, a powerful emotion, had a good effect on him. He was healthier and happier. All because of one woman, Virgo Elizabeth LaVierge.
He smiled. It had been a long time since he really liked what he saw in the mirror, and he almost seemed to glow from within.
Lame, but true.
The Cobblepot heir shook his head.
He was in love.