S1E1: Decisions
"Why dyou all wet? Gotham is nasty cold. You catch yer death! Bath! Now!" Gertrude Kapelput, Oswald's mother was livid. He was soaked after all. Holding an umbrella for Fish Mooney while it rained on everyone else. He knew his mother cared, knew she only wanted the best for her son. She loved him as only a mother does. The only one who loved him. His hips aches with the bone-deep cold of the day as he makes his way to the bathroom, his mother fussing over the water pressure and the lack of heat in the small bathroom.
Oswald undresses and sinks down into the hot liquid that helps to sooth away the pain. He warms quickly, but waits for the water to cool. He has a decision to make. He can't live like this forever. True, Gilzean letting use the bat on the thieving waitstaff of Fish Mooney's club had been fun, but it was only because it was something that everyone one else was doing. For once he was a part of the scene instead of Fish's prop. Her errand boy, her foot massager, her bitch. There was no way in hell he'd ever let his mother know that that's all her son had grew up to be. Oswald was smarter than that. True his position at being in visible was the reason he had the secrets he did, but unlike most, he knew what needed to be done with those secrets. Who to tell, who to manipulate, and who to… kill.
He wasn't sure he could kill anyone, had never had the chance or faced a situation where it was needed, but Gotham was a sadistic mistress and everyone who grew up here had to adapt. Still, if he decided to proceed with the plan formulating in his mind… It could end with him dead in a ditch. Rolling on Fish also meant turning against Falcone and though Fish's goons might not come after him with no one paying them, he knew the Mob Boss would. And wouldn't stop until he was surely dead. So he had to play his cards right. Had to make sure that no one knew it was him. Was this a chance he was willing to take? Could he handle the fact that one day his mother might be woken with a knock on the door, the GCPD letting her know that her only son was dead?
Every single thing Fish Mooney had made him do comes rushing through his head. The indignities that she made him admit was his pleasure in doing for her. It made his blood boil. He was not a boy, he was a man and he was sick of the way she treated everyone. He hated her. Would always hate her. His decision was made. He would risk his life so that she did not walk all over anyone else. He was doing a good thing. He was just like the new GCPD detective. The blonde with blue eyes. The boy scout that all the goons was talking about. Oswald was pretty sure that Falcone himself would eventually kill that one. Made him a little sad. It was hard to be a morally good guy in Gotham with all the corruption. Eventually you either let it corrupt you, even just a little bit, or you went insane. How his mother remained her sweet and beautiful self, the green eyed man did not know.