aita?

[insertusername]

am i the asshole?

Life isn’t always black and white. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s really at fault, and no one wants to believe they’re the bad guy. Sometimes you need an outside opinion. Or several.

Tell your side of the story and crowdsource an honest answer to the age old question; Am I The Asshole?

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with your character explaining a situation where they might have been the asshole.

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with your hot takes. Anon or IC.

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[hobblepot]

[The corner of his mouth pulls up.]

I am Oswald Cobblepot. [A beat passes before he offers him a leather-clad hand.] He must place a great deal of faith in you, Mr.Morgan. If I were compelled to hunker down for a time, it would be of the utmost importance to me that I am well-represented and my presence felt where it is needed the most.

[unshakencowboah]

[He shakes the hand, the grip firm, the shake short]

Faith.

[He snorts]

Guess you could say that.

We been through a lot he and I, couple others of the gang. Long time.

[hobblepot]

A long and storied history -- I understand that well. Unfortunately, I have seen that even this will not guarantee unstinting loyalty between old friends. [He purses his lips, a flicker of honest regret in his eye.] For your sake, I hope you will never know such betrayal.

[unshakencowboah]

I don't even want to think about such a thing, a rat on the inside of the gang would be hard to deal with.

[hobblepot]

Painful - I know. And in a perfect world, you wouldn't have to. But, sometimes, Mr. Morgan... [--his fingers tighten around the head of his cane, leather creaking softly--] ...our sentimentality will blind us to what is staring us right in the face. Of course, I'm not suggesting that you start hurling accusations left and right. Only that you keep vigilant and prepare as best you can for any eventuality, especially in your line of your work.

[unshakencowboah]

[He frowns]

Okay...don't like that sort of talk.

They're more than just people I work with. The gang is my family, would kill or die for them.

Maybe you should take better care of those under you and you'll have more luck with loyalty, Mr. Cobblepot.

[hobblepot]

[He blinks, like he's been slapped. Then his expression closes.] ...Assumptions can be dangerous. But I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that.

[He lets that hang in the air before cracking a small, mirthless not-smile.]

Good luck, Mr. Morgan; I truly hope it lasts. Perhaps our paths will cross again someday.

[unshakencowboah]

[Arthur does not like the implication that traitors could be or could crop up among those he cares deeply for and its suddenly very clear why he's the one that goes to collect the debts of those that are owed. His demeanor shifts from aloof cowboy to a man who could kill you without a second thought.]

Maybe.

But probably best for your sake we don't.

Good day Mr. Cobblepot.

[And he walks away.]