Oswald has just settled into a position of power and is more confident with pursuing you. He catches a glimpse of you walking across the street and becomes absolutely obsessed. He wants to show off for you, but still hint at the danger of refusing him. He sends Zsasz out to kidnap you. You aren't sure how, but you wake up in a strange bed, silk sheets and a rich velvet comforter surround you. You feel a bit dizzy, perhaps it was the chloroform Victor used but you struggle to lift your head. As you survey your surroundings you notice a man sitting on a throne-like chair in the far corner of the room. His features are dark, but you are not afraid. You aren't sure how long he's been watching you sleep, but you were thankful that you weren't alone in this strange new place. He rises from his seat and takes a low bow before you before introducing himself:
"Hello, I am Oswald Cobblepot"
The name struck you as familiar, but you were still too groggy to recognize the prominence of the short figure before you. He carried himself with an air of haughtiness that left you intrigued. In a hoarse reply you offer your name and cling the sheets closer to you.
"Goodness, where are my manners? Butch! Bring our guest a glass a water." You were startled to discover another man was waiting on the other side of the door, but grateful that he was willing to serve the strange, dark haired man before you. You greedily empty the glass much to the amusement of your captor. As you slowly regain your composure you ask "Where am I?" Oswald's features soften, his lips begin to curl into a warm smile. In a stern, yet comforting tone he replies:
"You're home."