Remember me || Oswald Cobblepot

Chapter 1:

"What the hell?!" Oswald's voice rang out as he gazed upon the figure laying in his bed.
His light taps soon turned into forceful shoves as she finally opened her bright (e/c) eyes.

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You yawned and your eyes fluttered open. In front of you stood a short, timid man with jet black shaggy hair and a weirdly schooge-esque nightgown on.
He had the weirdest, most irritated look you'd ever seen anyone have.
It was kinda funny.

You stifled a laugh and yawned again. Then, your brain kicked into survival mode when you realized-
"THIS ISN'T MY ROOM!!!"
You shot up from the bed and got into a fighting stance, looking around desperately.

"Really? I hadn't noticed!!" the man shouted, his anger growing every second.
You looked back to the small individual and, heart still beating fast.

"W-who are you, why am I here?" You glared at him, practically boring a hole in him with your eyes.
He made an irritated groan and threw his hands down in frustration.

"How should I know?! This is my house!!" He glared back with equal intensity.

"Well you have to know! I didn't come here on my own!" You crossed your arms, tightly gripping the ends of your plain white T-shirt in defence.

He turned around and grabbed something from the dresser.
"I do not know, as a matter of fact. And I don't see any other way you could've gotten here, but of your own free will. So-"
He swiftly turned on his heels and marched up to the bed, grabbing your wrist tight.
"Ow! what the-" you were interrupted as he pressed a cold metal blade to your throat, making your words get caught.

"Tell me why you're here. Or I will use this" he stated coldly, his words quite literally cut like daggers.

Your breathing hitched as your free hand gripped his arm in surprise.
In hindsight it was probably not the best idea, as it only made him press the knife harder against your neck.

"Tell. Me." His eyes narrowed, leaving nothing but cruel slits of merciless pride.

"I-i swear, I don't know how I got here!" You stuttered out of sheer terror.

[What the fuck is happening?!] You screamed internally, trying your best not to break down in the hands of this potential murderer.

After a few seconds of him glaring daggers, he let go of your arm and threw the knife at the wall in anger.

You sat still on the bed, trembling at what'd just happened.
No one had ever threatened you so bluntly before..
You never thought it would be this terrifying.
[No]
You shook your head, diverging your eyes from the man pacing around the room, and began to look for a possible exit.

[I have to escape. And.. If not, at least get answers.]

"I believe you."
You looked up in shock as the mans expression seemed to soften.

"W-what?" You whimpered, cursing yourself for sounding so venerable.

"I said I believe you. I'm good at tells. And you didn't have any there. I can see that you're telling the truth." His face turned from content to worried and he continued pacing.

"Well.. If you didn't bring me here.. And I didn't.. How did I...?" Your sentence trailed off as you played with your curly (h/c) locks.

"My thoughts exactly." He gave up pacing and sat next to you on the bed.
You blushed slightly, a bit uncomfortable in your current situation. Who wouldn't be? You were only wearing a baggy T and Grey boxers.

He looked up from thought, his face turning bright red and he quickly scooted away, putting a few feet of distance between you.

"I slept in the study last night.. So that could've easily allowed for someone to 'drop' you here." He looked back down, speaking aloud.
You still didn't fully believe him.. But what other choice did you have?

He got up again, anxiety getting the best of him.
"Do you remember anything about last night? Maybe.. You had too much to drink or.. Hooked up with someone.. Sketchy?"

You rolled your eyes and stared at him with tired eyes.

"I don't 'hook up' with people, and I know how to take care of myself." You put a hand on your hip and got up too, leaving the bed sheets behind. Oswald blushed a little at this, even though you were clothed.

"Well, do you remember anything?" He said, hopeful that you would, and put this whole matter to rest.

You rubbed your temple, feeling a slight headache coming on. Not a hangover though.. You knew what that felt like.
No, this was something like intense irritation at your current situation.

You wracked your brain, trying desperately to grasp any memories of the previous night.

Nothing.

"Well... I was at my house.. No wait. House? No I live in an apartment. Or is it a house?" Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening.
You shut your eyes tight, grabbing anything you could remember about.. Anything.

"I have a cat.. No.. Dog.. No.... My car is purple? No that doesn't sound right.. What the hell?!" You looked up at the ceiling in confusion.

Oswald looked at you in concern and touched your shoulder gently.
You stared at him in terror.

"I can't remember anything!"

++A/N: hey, so I'm starting a new story. I'm not giving up on my others, just need a break you know? I'm super into Gotham now and really wanted to write about it.
So, here you go! :3
Hope you like it++