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✨ /  /  you always pick perfect face claims for your characters, whether they are canon characters or ocs, etc! 

&.      tense pls 

FINAL ASSESSMENT
            
            Oswald Cobblepot is no longer a man.
            He is a system.
            
            Remove him and Gotham will not collapse — it will stutter, like a machine missing a vital but unseen cog.
            
            And by the time anyone realises what they’ve lost,
            they will already owe him everything.

RELATIONSHIP MATRIX
            
            Bruce Wayne / Batman
            Oswald has mapped Batman’s psychological profile with terrifying accuracy:
            	•	Patterns of intervention
            	•	Preferred districts
            	•	Emotional tells after civilian casualties
            
            He does not want Bruce’s identity.
            He wants his limits.
            
            Selina Kyle
            The only person he considers unpredictable — and therefore sacred. He feeds her information anonymously, curious to see what chaos she chooses.
            
            Gotham Politicians
            Oswald owns:
            	•	Their worst photos
            	•	Their offshore accounts
            	•	Their unsent apology letters
            

THE MAKING OF THE PENGUIN — From Man to Mechanism
            
            He was once laughed out of a Falcone negotiation for being “too quiet.”
            That night, three shell companies were born.
            
            Within two years:
            	•	Falcone suppliers vanished.
            	•	Maroni docks lost permits.
            	•	Judges retired early for “health reasons.”
            
            No gunfire.
            No fingerprints.
            Just a city slowly forgetting who it once answered to.
            
            That was the birth of The Penguin — not as a symbol, but as an infrastructure.

Born and raised in The Narrows, Elias grew up surrounded by crime and corruption. His mother worked at Arkham Asylum as a nurse; his father disappeared when he was eight — rumor said he was mixed up with Falcone’s men.
            Elias joined the GCPD in his early twenties, hoping to clean up his city, but quickly learned how deep the rot went. He rose through the ranks thanks to his intuition and results, not connections.
            
            He served on the Narcotics Task Force before transferring to Major Crimes after the death of his partner — a case he never solved. That case still haunts him, and rumor has it he occasionally takes personal time to chase down new leads.
            
            Over the years, he’s been a reluctant ally of Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock, occasionally working cases that intersect with Batman, Catwoman, or the Joker’s chaos. He’s not a believer in capes — but he can’t deny Gotham sometimes needs one.
            

Mora is quiet, deliberate, and impossibly patient — traits that make him both a good cop and a frustrating one. He’s known for his “three-minute rule”: he listens for three minutes before speaking, no matter the situation. Beneath his stoicism, he has a dry, biting sense of humor and an unshakable moral compass… one that’s been cracked but never fully broken.
            
            While most of Gotham’s cops bend under corruption or fear, Mora operates in the gray — sometimes ignoring procedure if it means saving lives. He has a reputation for being too close to the vigilante line, occasionally suspected of cooperating with Batman but never proven.

Elias Mora carries the weary look of a man who’s seen too many autopsy photos and not enough sunlight. Salt-and-pepper stubble frames his jaw, and faint scars line his knuckles — reminders of the old Gotham before the Wayne Foundation’s “cleanup.” His dark brown eyes are calm but heavy, observant to a fault. He wears muted suits — charcoal or navy — with the same brown leather jacket he’s had since his days in vice. The faint smell of cigarettes clings to him, though he quit years ago.