Remember me || Oswald Cobblepot

++AN: like how I made the mall the same name as the old Gotham comics? I didn't even know until I heard it on the show 😆++

Chapter 7:

You giggled at how enthusiastic he was being and followed him into the building.
Inside was a fantastic array of shops and stores that seemed to gleam of every color.
You'd never seen this many people in one space before! Well, at least not that you can remember..

Oswald took your hand and pulled you along, past food stands and coffee shops until you got to the clothing store section.

"So, where do you want to start?" He said, clapping his hands together excitedly.
You hummed, thinking, and looked around.
Your eyes fell on a very aesthetic looking suit taylor shop. You thought of Oswald, always wearing fancy clothes and such.

[I'm not really sure what kind of clothes I like... But his style seems like a good place to start.]
You point towards the Taylor shop.
"There."

He raised an eyebrow, but it quickly turned to a smile as he pulled you towards it.

"You have good taste in clothes." He winked as you walked in behind him.
Rolling your eyes, you looked around, seeing about ten people roaming inside.
Each person looked like their parents were Royalty, or they had very well paying jobs.
Needless to say, you felt out of place.

You avoided eye contact as Oswald lead you go the back, where a small Italian man was waiting on a pedistal to measure you.
"Mr. Cobblepot, will it be the usual stitch ups and repairs? " he asked in a very think accent.

Oz shook his head and pat you on the shoulder.
"No, actually. My friend (Y/n) needs your finest suit! Taylored to her exact needs. Can you do that?" He said proudly.
The Taylor gave a shifty unsure glance to you, then back to Oswald.

"Of course.  Come with me" he motioned you into the small dressing room and handed you a black Italian made outfit.
"Please change into this."
He slid the small door closed as soon as the fabric left his hand.
You stood there for a second, peeking out the slits in the door to see if they were still there.
You started undressing when they walked away.

Your eyes darted from button to button as you adjusted the tie around your neck.
Putting it on seemed like second nature to you.
[Maybe this is how I dress normally]

Looking in the mirror, you saw your tangled (H/c)  locks shoved in a pony tail. You undid it and let your hair fall on your shoulders.
You really were something to behold.
Curvey and voluptuous in all the right places.
And with your hair down, somehow you looked even more beautiful.

"(Y/n)  are you okay?" You jumped as a voice rang out from the other side of the changing stall.

"Y-yes, I'm fine!" You stuttered, a bit surprised.
You quickly gathered up your big t and baggy pants and slung them over your left arm, opening the door hesitantly.

You peeked out, seeing Oswald's greenish blue eyes a few feet away.
Cautiously, you stepped out. A sudden gasp caught you by surprise and you looked at the culprit. Oswald?

For a second, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes were wide. Then he was back to normal.
He cleared his throat.
"Y-you look nice." He said, refusing to look at you.

"Thank you.." You smiled, playing with the ends of your tie.
You stood there, a few seconds of awkward silence was interrupted with oswald taking a deep breath and readjusting himself.
"Well, we should get going.  I will pay you for the suit when the next shipment gets in." He glanced at the nodding Taylor.
You walked beside oswald, out the door and to his car.

"Thanks for getting me clothes... I know I'm not a cheap date." You said jokingly.
Oswald chuckled nervously and looked up at you, who were taller than him by a hair.

"No need to thank me.  Hospitality is the best company! As my mother use to say." He said the last part quietly.
You raised a brow.
"Use to?" You inquired, trying not to push any boundaries.

He didn't speak for a moment, and you thought he might not have heard you. But, after a few seconds he broke the silence.

"Yes... Well, you see, my mother.. Is dead." He said solumnly as you got into the car next to him. His hands were fidgeting uncomfortably and you could tell he was faking a smile.
"Oh.." You looked down, not knowing what else to do.
A few silent seconds later, you looked up seeing him staring out the window with no particular focus.
You look down at his hand resting on the seat, wanting to hold it and tell him it was okay. For some reason.. You felt like you knew him like an old friend.
It was probably the amnesia that made you feel so close, so connected. But still.. In this moment, you wanted to make him happy.
You sighed and looked out your side of the window, simply not finding the strength to do it.

[Maybe another time.. Right now I just need sleep. Todays been a long day.]

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A few minutes later and you were.. Home?
You look out the window, confused.  You opened the door to the smell of fresh air and the sound of waves crashing against the sand.

"What are we doing here?" You look at oswald, who is mesmorized by the scenery.
He takes a big inhale and closes his eyes.

"Remember this moment (Y/n). The simplest things can be your most praised memories." He says, almost spell bound.

You give a slight chuckle and lean against the car.
"Okay.. But it's getting dark, are you sure were allowed on the beach at night?" You ask.
He looks at you and holds out a hand, blue eyes almost glowing in the dim light.

"Come with me."
You hesitantly let him guide you up the sandy stairs.
"And for the record, I can go anywhere" he winks and motions toward his body guards, who seem more like secret service with all the beef their packing.

You chuckle and look ahead, taking each step cautiously as to not step on a stray nail.
You walk until you get to the end of the peir. Oswald stops and leans over the edge, taking a wiff of the cold ocean air.
"Smell that?" He says.
You nod and look ahead as the sun sets and the light dims even more.

"Nostalgia. I thought it might help you jog your memory." He says, looking ahead as well.
"Nostalgic how?" You ask, watching as the warm dusk turns into chilled night; the orange tinge now blue as the last rays of the sun dissipate at the horizon.

As oswalds gaze is fixed on the pelicans resting just above the waters surface, you feel your eyes drawn to him. It's a strange, yet familiar, power that you can't quite place. His dark purple coat flies gracefully in the wind, along with his jet black hair.
Everything is drowned out by the sound of the ocean. All you can hear is the distant crashing of the waves on the shore until he speaks.

"My mother use to take me out here on the weekends. We'd watch the fish and the birds for hours until nightfall." He said as a small smile perked up his lips.
Soon, the smile disappeared and you saw a tear fall from his eye. As it rolled down his cheek, you gazed into his eyes; green irises tinted by blue light.

Just then, you felt a strong feeling wash over you.

Something familiar...

Something you hadn't felt in a long time.

[Was that.... Pity?]