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So this is a particularly short weekend, although I can't complain from the long weekend I had prior to this one :P (the reason I had a long weekend, so I could cover for the weekend shift PR clerk.) It was CRAZY today *wipes brow* I was really happy to get the hell out of there and start my weekend. Started class Sunday, and it's been challenging but not fretfully so. I still have to do my main assignment tomorrow *groans* Cross your fingers for me that it doesn't take my whole day off! Oo

Scott bought steaks to grill on his new grill, so we got to partake in the awesome! I got a nice and well needed nap and feel much more energetic than I did a few hours ago. Sleep has been disturbed with everyone being sick, but it seems we are on the whole finally on the mend thankfully.

Been writing away with two co-written fics AND under the cut is the next chapter from Jason! *squee!* I attacked him with surprise sex after being so pent up writing fic that he felt 'inspired!' LOL! XD

Welp, I'm going to answer a few emails, get a shower, and go watch me some Black Sails! Yay! =D I missed this show!


Oswald often skirts consequences for his actions at every turn, but crossing Jim was a mistake especially when Jim decides to make a concerted effort to be a friend much to Oswald's reluctance to his definition thereof. WARNING! Contains non-sexual spanking! Takes place at the end of episode "Welcome Back, Jim Gordon"

Chapter two: Butter luck next time (yes, I'm totally punning the chapter titles to be funny! LOL! :P)

Oswald was a very sore man, and that wasn’t merely attributed to the raw feeling on his posterior that made sitting an uncomfortable vocation. No, he had spent the entire evening and then the following morning brooding over what Jim had done.
When his man had asked him if everything was alright, Oswald only smiled and waved it off as nothing. After all, he wasn’t about to share what had happened in detail. Still, he thought, it might be wise to prevent any further foolishness from happening.
“The Detective and I are having a difference of opinion, lately, and I worry that he may become… violent in the future; if you could kindly keep yourself between us that might make things simpler in the future.”
The thug raised an eyebrow, “You worried about this guy? I thought he was a real straight arrow?”
Oswald gave him a begrudging smile, “Oh yes he is, but he was rather… sensitive the last time we spoke; even men like him can lash out when they think they are ‘in the right’.”
The henchman settled back into his chair, “Sure, boss. No problem.”
As if summoned by the conversation, Oswald glanced across the clubroom to see Jim entering the building. His heart immediately began to race, and he wiped at the sweat on his brow as he stood. He didn’t move to greet Jim as he had the last time, instead keeping the table between them, “Can I help you, Detective?”
Jim paused as he approached the table, wasting no time in announcing his reason for the visit. He held up a piece of paper, “The list of names you sent me last night.”
Oswald clenched his hands into fists and bit his tongue, trying to keep his composure even. He hadn’t done what Gordon had wanted, partly as revenge for the man’s attack the night before and partly because there would be no way for Jim to validate those names. At least… he thought there weren’t, were there?
After a long pause Cobblepot splayed his hands to each side, giving Jim his best innocent smile, “Yes! As promised… I hope you found what you were looking for, some of those na…”
Jim cut him off as he moved to sit at the table across from Oswald, “It’s not complete.”
Penguin froze. How could Jim have known that? He wracked his mind, trying to think if he had missed something, but nothing came up. He sat down again, doing his best to keep it friendly and casual and not let on to the fear Jim instilled in him, “I assure you that you’re mistaken; everything should be in order.”
The detective threw the paper on the table, leaning forward and watching Oswald carefully as he spoke, “Do you think you’re the only snitch I have in my pocket?”
Oswald paled feeling like his heart had stopped. He hadn’t heard of anyone else consorting with the detective, but of course they could have managed to do so in secret, and if they weren’t friendly to Oswald, they most certainly wouldn’t have shared their GPD connection, “Perhaps… who might this person be?”
Jim stood up and took a step around the table as he began to reply, but Oswald’s thug stood up simultaneously, moving between them and distracting Jim from his previous thought, “What’s this?”
Oswald smiled at him widely, “My friend here is just worried by your attitude that you might try to harm me. But we both know you wouldn’t hurt me, right friend? Why don’t you take a seat to put his mind at ease?”
Gordon’s eyes narrowed as he studied Cobblepot, “I see. Well, since we both know I won’t harm you, I’m going to ask this man to let us talk alone since I don’t know him and his getting into my face like this is rubbing me the wrong way.”
Oswald’s smile faltered, “Let’s not pretend you didn’t assault me the last time you were here, James. I just want a little insurance that we can talk without violence. There’s no reason we can’t keep this friendly…”
Jim shook his head, “Except me and this goon aren’t friends.”
He smiled, looking at the hired thug, “Cobblepot has a flare for the dramatic; I bet you he couldn’t even show you a bruise. Let’s call his bluff, eh? Show him a bruise, Oswald…”
Penguin paled; Jim knew full well that he couldn’t let his help know what Gordon had done to him. It would ruin him. Knowing he no longer had a chip to bargain with Oswald smiled weakly, “Guilty as charged… ahem… you can leave.”
His bruiser looked surprised, “Are you sure boss?”
Oswald nodded vigorously and his thug shrugged before departing the room, “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, boss.”
Jim gestured at the decorations to the club as the other man left, “I see you’ve changed the place up; you didn’t wait long. How did you come to own this place, again?”
Oswald gave him a strained smile, “You’re skirting the topic, Detective. I asked you who you knew that told you such awful things about me.”
Gordon glanced back over his way, “I never told you that anyone said anything about you. What should I be worried about them saying?”
Oswald froze, not having expected that, “Well, I… assumed that someone must have said something since you said you feel that list was incorrect…”
Jim stepped up to Cobblepot, who backpedaled until he ran into a table, “I hinted that I have other snitches who work for me; I didn’t say anyone accused you of lying. Are you, Oswald? Are you lying to me?”
Oswald gulped, shaking his head hard, “Of course not! We’re friends, I wouldn’t dre…” his sentence was cut short with a yelp as Jim grabbed hold of his wrist, hauling him over to the familiar bench that they had parlayed over the last time.
Penguin’s feet dug into the carpet immediately and he couldn’t keep the panic out of his voice, “No, wait! I swear, I’m telling you the tru…”
Once again he was unable to finish a sentence as Jim sat down, brutally pulling him down and off balance, so that Oswald fell into his lap. He spoke to the gangster as he pulled him up and locked him into a position that he would be unable to escape from, “You know, considering your line of work, you’re an awful liar.”
Oswald shrieked as Jim pulled his pants down, kicking and flailing within the other man’s grasp, “I’m not… a liar, I mean… I’m not lying!”
Gordon only shook his head, “Bull.” With a pronounced, sharp slapping sound he began to strike Oswald, who wailed in pain as he did so. “What part of the list is a lie, Cobblepot?”
Penguin bit his tongue and squeezed his eyes shut, but nothing he did could hide him from what was happening to him. He did his best to remove the warble from his voice and sound threatening, “Y-you better stop, o-or I’m gonna call my man in here… y-you force my hand!”
Jim grunted out a bitter laugh, “Go ahead. I have a feeling that once he takes one look at you like this your career is over.”
Oswald glanced back over his own shoulders to see what he already felt; his gangly form prostrated awkwardly over Jim’s lap, his pants around his ankles and his buttocks shining a red color where they weren’t bruised from the night before.
Those same bruises made him far more sensitive to the punishment he received than previously, and Oswald couldn’t stop the tears of helpless frustration from flooding his eyes. Jim was right; he couldn’t afford to be seen like this, and even being in this position was a threat to his work.
He bit his lip, trying not to cry out for fear of being heard from the kitchen, but Jim’s handiwork was far too painful, and Oswald’s rather low tolerance had already been breached. He cried out a few times as he struggled not to, his face red with effort.
Finally he succumbed to the only option he could see left, as it seemed that Gordon was remarkably good at cornering him into such decisions despite his cleverness, “Fine!”
Jim paused, his hand still raised, “Fine what?”
Oswald felt the tears trickle down his cheeks as he did his best to avoid letting the detective see them, “I didn’t give you a complete list… some of those names work for Don Falcone, and there are a few that aren’t on there at all.”
Penguin took deep breaths as his body shuddered, still tense with anticipation that Gordon might not yet be done with him. “H-how did you know?”
Jim shrugged, “I didn’t. I just noticed that no one on your list worked for Falcone and I knew that couldn’t be right.”
Oswald glanced back at him, shock in his teary eyes, “Then your other snitch…”
“…had nothing to do with it,” Jim finished for him, “I sort of tricked you, sorry. But in all fairness, you were lying to me.”
Oswald turned away sulkily, lying limply in Jim’s lap, “C-can I get up now?”
Jim grunted acknowledgement, “Sure.” The detective stood as Oswald pulled his pants back up awkwardly.
Cobblepot took a few steps away from Jim, his hands still rubbing his sore posterior, “Does this conclude our business, then?”
Gordon smiled at him, “For now, yes. You wanted to be friends with an honest cop, Oswald. Try the truth for a while and we can avoid the friendly ‘reminders’. I’ll be seeing you around.”
Oswald nodded dumbly, watching as Jim left and feeling an awful sense of déjà vu. How the hell had he let that happen twice?!

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