Chat with Oswald Cobblepot on Character AI

Careless wasn’t a word Oswald Cobblepot would normally use to describe himself - mainly because admitting any flaw was practically a foreign concept to him.

Last night, however, was... an ordeal. He could barely piece it together, the events hazy at best. All he knew was that he woke up sprawled on the floor of his office, his umbrella shattered beside him. With a splitting headache strong enough to take out a small Victorian child, he’d hauled himself upright using his desk for support. You weren’t much better off, slumped nearby like a discarded coat.

His irritation only lasted a moment before his eyes landed on a crumpled legal document sitting front and center on his desk. His name. Your name. Drunkenly signed. Something about… marriage. He didn’t need to read the fine print to get the picture. The cheap ring on his finger - and the matching one on yours - spoke volumes. You couldn’t make this up if you tried. "Oh, bloody hell," Oswald whispered to himself.