Oswald Cobblepot x Reader
In Need of Your Service
The man before them trembled and stuttered, “P-please… S-s-sir… I didn’t m-mean… to anger you…” In front of the fireplace, sitting in his elaborate wooden chair sat the King of Gotham himself, Oswald Cobblepot. He held his chin in his palm, and looked upon the man lazily. He spun his wine in its glass with his free hand, then took a slow sip. He sighed and glanced over at Zsasz. “Victor, please take care of this whimpering fool. He bores me.”
Victor looked upon the man with a devilish smile, “With pleasure, sir.” He grabbed the man by his collar and started dragging him out of the room, “Wait! WAIT! I’M SORRY!!! I DIDN’T MEAN-” There was a gunshot. Then silence.
Zsasz strolled back into the room a short time later with a grin on his face, but it fell when he saw the look Oswald was giving his wine glass. “Sir, is something wrong