[He started in the kitchen, But then remembered they technically have a teenager living with them and decided it would be better to get sloshed in the bedroom where he wouldn't end up weeping in front of her over having kids. That was some time ago now. Now he just knew the bed was soft and welcoming. but empty.]
[At this point he's only really processed the first part of the text so he's nodding along like it's been said out loud as he huddles under the blanket and uses the light of his watch to see by. It's a bit hard to type and drink and use it like a flashlight all at once.
The answer that eventually comes is short once again, after he's managed to understand the water part.]
[Likely a good thing that Ed has finally arrived in their room, isn't it? There's a short rap on the bed-frame, as he doesn't really want to startle Oswald too much by suddenly announcing himself loudly.]
[He definitely feels like he has. Letting Edward into the blanket pile with him was an awkward affair, but mostly because he was very slowly and carefully making sure his leg didn't get tangled up in the cloth as he made room for his boyfriend. And once Ed was there next to him, he much more sloppily pulled the blanket back around them and then flopped onto the bed, dragging Ed with him. The bottle in his hand remained upright, which was probably good despite only having maybe half a glass left in it.]
[That was true. But it didn't really help him right now]
But I'm not even a father yet! I don't know how to be one! I didn't have one at all! He died before I was even born! But they call me 'dad'! I... and you! You're they're dad, too! Some of them...
[Which did mean they stayed together, so sliver lining, but not enough of one to cling to in his current panic.]
[Ed finds the fact he's apparently father to some of these children a little daunting. He didn't exactly have the most shining example of a father in his life growing up. Certainly no one he'd want to emulate for his own children.]
Maybe...perhaps you had good examples to take advice from, in town. There certainly are plenty of fathers here.
[Granted, it was many years in the future. It could be that someone arrived that he felt was worth emulating in some fashion. Or that he got along better with those he currently had tepid relationships with. He wasn't going to bet on it, however.]
...we should ask what their allowances are. Maybe I just threw enough money at them that they all decided to behave and do what I said. It works for getting loyal muscle in the mob.
[Yeah he probably would raise a gaggle of children like mafia underlings.]
[A much better topic, this one. He went from depressive to excited in an instant.]
I looked into how the visits work and I think I'll have to make two in quick succession. One to see mother and arrange for movers to pack her things for her, and one to bring her and all her stuff back. You can only stay for a day when you use the hopper like that. It's not a lot of time and I'll have to spend most of the first just convincing her to move at all. The second one will be the next day for me, but a week later for her, I think.
She's going to be very upset with the disruption at first, but then she'll be so happy. I can give her the kind of life she deserves.
[He smiles, because this is in fact a much better topic. And means that Oswald intends to stay rather than return to Gotham, an idea he has managed to worry himself about on a rare occasion.]
I'm so glad you're able to do this for her. And yourself, of course.
[he snuggled just that much closer, nose pressed against Ed's collarbone.]
I'm sure in your time, that becoming Mayor meant I was able to give her the best of everything, but here she'll practically be royalty. Or at least treated as such. Which is close enough to keep her happy and safe. And she'll have grandchildren, which I'd never be able to give her there. Not in a way I felt comfortable with, anyway.
Thank you, Ed. Without you... this wouldn't be possible. Giving her all these things. Being able to be a good son to her.
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help
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You're in the penthouse, I assume?
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I'll be right there.
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Warm.
[also warm. he did like to nest.]
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I'm bringing you water.
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The answer that eventually comes is short once again, after he's managed to understand the water part.]
no. wine.
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Wine won't help your headache come morning.
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Don't tell me how to drink. I drink better than you.
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Come here.
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Ed sets the water down on the nightstand, and comes right on over.]
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Hi.
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He smiles at Oswald, briefly.]
Hi. You're right, this is warm
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[He clutches the bottle to him and snuggles a bit closer, confidence failing him quickly.]
I have so many kids and I only agreed to two of them.
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It is, I suppose, only a possible future. Rather daunting, still. They do seem to care a great deal for you...
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But I'm not even a father yet! I don't know how to be one! I didn't have one at all! He died before I was even born! But they call me 'dad'! I... and you! You're they're dad, too! Some of them...
[Which did mean they stayed together, so sliver lining, but not enough of one to cling to in his current panic.]
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Maybe...perhaps you had good examples to take advice from, in town. There certainly are plenty of fathers here.
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No. Not likely.
[Granted, it was many years in the future. It could be that someone arrived that he felt was worth emulating in some fashion. Or that he got along better with those he currently had tepid relationships with. He wasn't going to bet on it, however.]
...we should ask what their allowances are. Maybe I just threw enough money at them that they all decided to behave and do what I said. It works for getting loyal muscle in the mob.
[Yeah he probably would raise a gaggle of children like mafia underlings.]
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[There's a slight smirk at that suggestion, but it fades quickly.]
There's also your mother, I suppose. It seems like a valid assumption that by the time the oldest of these children is born, she'll be in the galaxy.
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[A much better topic, this one. He went from depressive to excited in an instant.]
I looked into how the visits work and I think I'll have to make two in quick succession. One to see mother and arrange for movers to pack her things for her, and one to bring her and all her stuff back. You can only stay for a day when you use the hopper like that. It's not a lot of time and I'll have to spend most of the first just convincing her to move at all. The second one will be the next day for me, but a week later for her, I think.
She's going to be very upset with the disruption at first, but then she'll be so happy. I can give her the kind of life she deserves.
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I'm so glad you're able to do this for her. And yourself, of course.
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I'm sure in your time, that becoming Mayor meant I was able to give her the best of everything, but here she'll practically be royalty. Or at least treated as such. Which is close enough to keep her happy and safe. And she'll have grandchildren, which I'd never be able to give her there. Not in a way I felt comfortable with, anyway.
Thank you, Ed. Without you... this wouldn't be possible. Giving her all these things. Being able to be a good son to her.
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