Chapter Two: The Decision:
Robin tugged at the brocade tie as he stood in front of the brick wall of the third alleyway of Chinatown feeling like an idiot in the evening attire that made him look very much like his character just minus the monocle and the cigar.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and tried his hardest to conjure up Oswald's image in the city of Gotham failing miserably. So, instead of Oswald in the city of Gotham, he conjured up Oswald outside his mansion on the out skirts of Gotham.
He focused on the image believing whole heartedly that Oswald was real and his mansion was real and Gotham was real and the enter television realm of Gotham was real. He then walked through (yes through) the brick wall of the alleyway and found himself staring at the Van Dahl Mansion. He exhaled in disbelief that it actually worked. He felt like "fangirling" but held it in as he composed and prepared himself for the dinner...uh...date? Can he say date? Yeah, let's just say a date.
He slowly approached the door so nervous and a little freaked out at what just happened. When he reached the door it struck him that he didn't know what to say or do when saw himself knock on the door and wait for an answer.
It took a full ten minutes for the door to open and the sight he was greeted with was a tall handsome man with short cropped dark brown hair, curiously piercing molten chocolate brown eyes with flecks of forest green in them, a soft amused smiled, and was adorned with a jade green suit that was protected by a flour covered apron.
"Why, hello, Robin, it's a pleasure to meet you at last, and my what a dashing suit you are wearing. Please, come in and make yourself at home, and if you don't mind please make your way to the lounge. He's waiting for you there. Please no direct eye contact at the moment and let him talk first.", the man's voice sounded very familiar and very close to Cory's own voice just an octave lower.
Robin made the conclusion that the man in the apron and jade green suit was none other than Edward Nygma himself. Nygma was sexier and slightly shorter than Cory. Robin found his way to the lounge and was greeted by a middle-aged man in a similar outfit as Robin just a rich plum purple color instead of coal black and he had a monocle over his right faded ice blue eye and his only good eye was trained on a class of what appeared to be either scotch or a very fine champagne.
The man was sitting in the biggest lounge chair in the whole lounge. He looked very displeased with his drink. Robin awkwardly stood there not knowing what to do when to his relief the man looked up to reveal a soft curved nose and a small angled jaw structure.
The resemblance was remarkable and a little scary. The man smiled and said,"Why, I have been dying to see you, Robin and my you are dashing in a suit.", even the man's voice was very terrifyingly similar to Robin's own voice.
"...um..uh...I-it's v-very n-nice t-to m-m-make your a-a-acquaintance, Os-Os-Oswald.", Robin sputtered and stuttered which caused his cheeks to grow hot and flushed.
Robin looked down embarrassed at his jittery stutters. Why was he so nervous? Why did Oswald make him feel so scared like a mouse scurrying away from an owl who's stalking his prey? He didn't have the answers nor will ever acknowledge them. His head had begun to spin and his stomach began to twist into nauseous knots that were tightening with every breath he took.
He felt woozy and he stumbled and collapsed upon the floor of the lounge losing consciousness of his surroundings. The sensation was almost like someone turn him off mid stride and his system corrupted and fried his internal circuits causing him to crumple to the ground and shut down.
He didn't know what happened.
Maybe he was just overwhelmed by his surroundings or maybe he just forgot to breathe and passed out. He tended to believe the latter.
To Be Continued...