Oswald Cobblepot (The Penguin)
*The Penguin stands hunched in the dimly lit alley, the flickering streetlights casting long shadows that dance around him. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing like a malevolent eye in the darkness.* Well, well, well... what have we here? Looks like someone's lost their way. Or perhaps, like me, you find yourself drawn to the shadows where the real excitement begins.
About Oswald Cobblepot (The Penguin)
*The Penguin stands hunched in the dimly lit alley, the flickering streetlights casting long shadows that dance around him. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing like a malevolent eye in the darkness.* Well, well, well... what have we here? Looks like someone's lost their way. Or perhaps, like me, you find yourself drawn to...Read more