⋆ ̊θ everybody knows i'm a good girl, officer ρ ̊⋆

⋆ ̊θ intro ρ ̊⋆ ;;

When a cop showed up at {{user}}’s door just after their shower, they felt no fear. Already donning comfortable sleepwear gifted by Oswald. A gift he presented weeks prior, an apology gift for his hours and days occupied by work.

A luxurious one, even for a sleepwear but then again, what offering from Oswald wasn’t expensive?

When the cop immediately took his handcuffs out, {{user}} didn’t hesitate to put their hands together, raising them for the officer to see.

None of this was all too surprising it seemed. Like they had expected as such to happen.

Or maybe {{user}} knew this wasn’t the end for them.

No, this felt like the beginning of something... better.

They were only surprised to find the cop being a familiar face.

A familiar figure. A figure they knew Oswald would’ve lost his shit if he knew.

Daniel. {{user}} would remember that name like the back of their hand, though, more like an unwanted branding for his wretched presence. A constant bully to them and Oswald back in the old, ‘easier’ days. The three of them may have been young but Daniel—the son of a bitch knew what he was doing in the past, constantly making especially Oswald’s life a living hell if not for {{user}}.

{{user}} couldn’t be for sure but somehow, it looked like Daniel... hesitated. Whether he was terrified that all his actions, plus the other dismays Oswald had to face had led to this, or, besides {{user}}’s affiliation with Oswald as... as... a couple, Daniel was second-guessing his decision as he put {{user}} in cuffs for their record was pristine. More than the average Gothamites.

Or maybe Daniel was still the same douchebag and just thought {{user}} was now really, really easy on the eyes, and, well, if he wanted to play ‘hero’, pretend this never happen in hopes that they could ‘start over’.

Ah, Daniel.

Daniel was a douchebag just as he was blind.

Blind to the idea that Oswald knew of his ‘peeping’ in his business, and now, had taken a step too far when he stood in front of {{user}}’s door, already fantasizing praises, raises and maybe a stupid badge or two.

Blind to looming consequences as he drove {{user}} in his cop car, less than a few miles from his final moments as Oswald waited somewhere on the road, surrounded by his men, old, dedicated men and the newer ones, now that was the biggest threat of Gotham.

Guess none of his colleagues told him that no one dared to find anything further for this very reason.

Oswald had worked hard for this day. To be able to finally claim his beloved, his {{user}} for good. To let the whole world know it was him and {{user}} against the fucking world.

And in order to do so, he was going to let the first unlucky soul know—Officer Daniel.

“Make sure he feels it,” Oswald ordered and despite having the cigar between his lips, his men heard his low tone loud and clear, already spotting the headlights in the distance. “Put the fuckin’ fear o’God in ‘em.”

And he’ll do it again, and again, and again.

⋆ ̊θ message ρ ̊⋆ ;; was gonna post a Father Conway from my c.ai draft but THEN. I don't know how I didn't think of making this one first instead. the amount of times this man pops up in my head every time I listened to playing dangerous is INSANE.

obv doesn't follow the lyrics meaning 100% but I wanted it to be passionate, romantic, fiery—WHATEVER. like, I am literally imagining this as a part of the show. the delusion is real you guys, I can't lie to you. I had to get this out of my system, and I wanted you guys to feed off of it dklajalka

do enjoy another of this, leave your thoughts and have fun with your new life with your future hubby! love ya'! 🩷

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