Remember me || Oswald Cobblepot

Chapter 10:

Friends.. Wierd isn't it?
Just yesterday you woke up in his bed, thinking he'd kidnapped you. And now he was your friend.
You'd gotten past the initial doubts and now you really trusted him.

You looked up at oswald, who was staring at you with an intense smile.
You laughed a bit at how funny he looked. That did the trick.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by your laugh, quickly blinking a few times and adjusting his stance.

"D-did you say something?" He asked, a bit confused.
"No, you just look cute smiling like that-" you cut off your sentance as you realized what you'd said.
"I-i meant- um-!!" You stuttered.
Oswald chuckled at your attempts to speak as you hid your blushing cheeks in your hands.

Thankfully, your embarrassing charade was stopped when oswalds phone buzzed.

He checked and then handed it to you.
"Here are the men with orange hair."

You scanned over the pictures, smile fading when you didn't see him.
"He's not in here" you said, a bit dissapointed.
Oswald frowned.
"He said that was all of them.."

You slumped down into the dining room chair, defeated.
"Maybe you were imagining things?" He suggested.
You Shook your head. "No, I know I saw him."

Just then, you glanced something on the table.
Oswald's newspaper, just where he left it.
And on the front page, there he was.

You gasped and pointed to the paper.
"THATS HIM!!" You shouted, a bit too loudly.
Oswald flinched as you yelled, but quickly calmed down and walked over.
He took one look at the paper before putting his hands on your shoulders.
His eyebrows lowered to a frown as you looked at him.
"Are you sure that's the man you saw?" He asked stirnly.

You nodded.
He gave a short, nervous laugh before hanging his head.

You raised a brow as he took his hands off your shoulders.
"What's wrong...?" You say, nervous of his response.
Oswald looked at you with an expression of intense worry.

"(Y/n), that man is a serial killer. And he escaped from Arkham last night."

Your face went pale.
"W-what?!" You say, a bit louder out of shock.

Oswald nodded.
"I don't mean to sound rude but.. Why did it have to be him..." He said, massaging his oncoming headache.

You gulped and stared at oswald as he tried to calm himself down.
[He's a serial killer.... How.. How does he know me?] Now more than ever, thoughts bombarded your mind, one louder than the rest.

[Who am I?]

The steady patter of shoes filled the dining room as oswald paced back and fourth.

"Well.. On the bright side, at least we don't have to break him out of Arkham." You said, trying to lighten the mood.
Oswald only gave a slight chuckle, continuing to walk nervously.

"What's the deal with him anyway? I mean, aren't there a lot of killers in Arkham? Why is he such a big deal?" You asked, confused as to why oswald was so worried.

"I mean... Tetch is a serial killer too. Not directly of course, but he was the one who ordered people to do it." You said, defending what little you knew about your possible friend.

Oswald stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

"Yes, but he's different. Jerome valeska terrorized the city with his killings! More so than normal serial killers.. He's different. He ensues chaos." Oswald explained.