"Don't ever come back to Gotham…"
The tone in Jim Gordon's voice was venomous, reminding him of his father whenever he "embarrassed him in public" or "disobeyed him" as a child. His body shook as uncomfortable memories surfaced in his mind and flashed before his eyes.
"I thought I told you to stand still!"
SMACK!
"Don't you DARE lie to me, Oswald!"
SMACK!
"You are such a disappointment! You're not my son!"
SMACK!
He wanted to stop hearing his father's voice and not be reminded of the abuse he had gone through…then, Gordon shot his gun and he panicked, plunging into the water below him.
Everything that followed was a blur until he got to the surface and checked his pulse while taking a relieved breath upon realizing that he was still alive.
He made it to shore and saw a man fishing nearby, a witness to his survival…a threat.
Oswald Cobblepot limped to where the man's lunchbox was and grabbed the knife. Without hesitation, he stabbed him and began eating a sandwich that was inside.
His only wish was that it had peanut butter in it, but there was no time to worry about something as ridiculous as that…he needed to get back to Gotham.
Every other word out of his mouth was a curse as he limped along the side of the road and tried exploring his options on what to do when he got back: Fish Mooney definitely wanted him dead after betraying her, so going back was risky.
But the idea of getting revenge on her and taking everything she controlled put a smile on his face. Oh, what he wouldn't give to see his mother's reaction when he becomes the King of Gotham…she would be so proud of him…
His thoughts were broken from the sounds of a car beeping at him with several young men inside staring at him.
"Hey, man, you need a lift?" one of them asked as he lowered the window.
They didn't recognize me, thank god… Oswald thought in relief.
"Uh…sure." he said, climbing into the backseat where the other two sat. "Thank you, gentlemen."
"You headed for Gotham?" the driver asked before his new passenger nodded in response.
The drive began and there was already one problem the criminal had found: these young men's tastes in music. He didn't recognize the song or the artist singing it, but it made him wish that he was listening to Tchaikovsky or some other composer.
It was only a minor issue though, which gave Oswald some time to fantasize about his savior: Detective Jim Gordon.
He never felt this way about anyone before, the last time he experienced these feelings was…a long time ago. Gordon saved his life, and Oswald wasn't kidding when he said that he would be his slave for life: he was in love with him.
There was something about his intense stares and clean cut look that drew him in and made his heart melt the moment they first met; it was as if nothing else mattered to him, except for Gordon.
Whenever Oswald was going to call him his friend, he meant it, his only hopes were that he felt the same…
Suddenly, the fantasy was interrupted when one of the young men in the car asked the other, "Dude, do you what this new guy here was walking like?"
"What?" the other guy asked.
"He was totally walking like a penguin!" the first guy said.
"Oh my god, he was!" the second guy said with a laugh, giving him a high five. "He looks like one too…"
That was the last straw for him. He wanted to murder every single one of these…immature BOYS and hopefully use it as a way to win over Gordon's approval, and most importantly, his love.
No…save your energy for your revenge. Nothing matters, except getting revenge…Oswald thought.
It would be too easy to kill them and the police would catch him before he could do anything else. Fish was his one and only target, and these infuriating young men were only minor annoyances compared to her.
He would kill her and take over the criminal underworld, nothing was going to stop him…