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It truly was a bit cliché. Beauty and the beast. Tall and thin, short and fat. Logic and passion. Opposite in nearly every regard. Perhaps that’s what made them work so well together. Where Riddler plotted endlessly, obsessing incessantly over every little detail and keeping a distance between himself and the bat, Penguin had no issue bursting in impulsively and going toe to toe with Batman. Not that Penguin didn’t plan and scheme, there was no denying the man’s skill in strategy. He wouldn’t be the King of Gotham otherwise.
Edward was a genius. Could give an in-depth explanation of nearly any topic, his understanding of any area rivaled that of experts who dedicated their lives to the subject. Though he was well versed in psychology, sociology, and anthropology, Edward struggled in social interactions. No matter how many times he practiced his greetings, or remembered to make eye contact and to smile, people seemed to shy away from him, as if they could sniff out something wrong with him. It had always been that way.
Oswald had always been the opposite. While his physical appearance had often left him ridiculed and ostracized, the man’s silver tongue and charisma easily manipulated the public. He’d nearly been mayor, had almost beaten Batman in the vigilante game, and held most of Gotham’s elite in the palm of his hand.
So, it was only natural that the two eventually fell in place together. Two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly to create a bigger picture, and Edward was known for his love of puzzles.
Flush together, they fit perfectly against one another while lying asleep in their bed. Hand in unlovable hand, and all that rot. Perhaps being opposites was a bit cliché, but if it worked, why worry?