A Valesklepot One Shot.

Is it too long to be a one shot™

This would be a civil meeting.
Oswald was less than thrilled to talk to Edward Nygma, who had been trying to kill him since- well- forever ago. Either he was giving up on their feud, or he was going to make another murder attempt. Either way, the Penguin was gullible enough to go meet him at a run down, falling apart bar in the Narrows, where only lesser-known criminals and people who have hit absolute rock bottom go. Of course, he wasn't going alone. His boyfriend, Jerome, who doubled as his bodyguard, tagged along. At first, Oswald had thought he'd be fine alone, but after Jerome insisted on going as well, he changed his mind, anyway.
Walking into the bar is like walking into another dimension. On the outside of the thick doors, it was quiet and dull. But as soon as you entered, you're hit with overwhelmingly loud music, and the smell of both dust and cheap alcohol. This wasn't the place you'd normally be able to find former Mayor and current kingpin Oswald Cobblepot, for he usually took his business to a less dusty location, but this was an unusual occasion.
He hobbled in with the help of his cane, and Jerome right behind him. Oswald could go without the cane, however, it made him look professional and intimidating. Plus, the silver penguin head at the top was actually a concealed blade, and something like that could be useful at any given moment.
The lowlives and bums that sat peppered all around the place all turned when the door opened, and as if his fame hadn't given away his identity immediately, the tapping of his cane followed by his unrhythmic steps did. As the two ventured deeper into the building, Oswald couldn't help but notice a group of girls, clearly inebriated, who were giggling and waving to the taller man behind him. They all made an attempt to flirt with Jerome, who wasn't at all phased by it. Oswald whipped around just to see this very reaction from his boyfriend, and he felt somewhat satisfied. Even so, he couldn't control his jealousy and over-protectiveness, and didn't stop himself from turning on his heel and clicking over to the group of girls.
"Uh, hello, excuse me!" He began, faking his passiveness, "What do you think you're doing?" The girl in the middle- who seems to be the unspoken leader of the trio- stopped laughing, and examined the ex-mayor. "What? That's Jerome Valeska!" She answered in an over-exaggerated voice that just couldn't be authentic, before looking from side to side to the other two and adding with a drunken laugh, "he's real eye candy, and..." she leaned in closer, so that Oswald would hear her whispered rumor, "I hear he's single!"
Oswald huffed and smiled sarcastically. Was it worth it? He didn't come here to kill anyone, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He placed a hand on top of the penguin cane and tightened his grip, preparing to yank the blade out. Where it'd end up was beyond him. "Well then..." his voice was soft, yet very intense, "let me fix that!" Without missing a beat, he ripped the blade out and thrusted it into the girls eye, who only screamed and dropped the glass she'd been drinking out of. Within a split second, the blade soared into her other eye. He may have just killed her instead of blinding her, and he wasn't sure of his original intention. But as he stepped back to let her fall to the group, he added in a shrill yell that was commonly described as closely comparable to nails on a chalkboard. "And no! He is not single! If anybody else wants to even try looking at him, you won't be looking at anything for much longer!"
After turning back to Jerome, who was visibly turned on by Oswalds intensity and over-protectiveness, the Penguin examined his cuffs, which now had a few stains of red. He sighed and shook his head, appearing now to be back to his usual, dapper self, until he muttered with a calmness that was almost scary, "Blood is so hard to get out of white material..." Jerome couldn't help but laugh at this, mainly because it was true. Before they continued on through the maze of people in the bar, Oswald made a point to grab Jerome's hand. It was quite unusual for Oswald to be this open about their relationship in public, but he hardly cared anymore, no longer being the mayor and all.