I walked into the GCPD precinct, looking for my uncle. No one paid me any mind nor asked who I was as I wandered around the bullpen, looking for Jim's desk. It was dark in the precinct, and loud like a school cafeteria; about a hundred different conversations going on at once. After several minutes of pointless meandering, Harvey Bullock called to me from a platform that overlooked nearly the whole precinct.
"Is Jim here?" I asked.
"He just stepped out for a moment, darlin'. That's his desk, if you want to wait." He motioned to the nearly empty desk across from where he was stationed.
I set myself down in the desk chair and swung my legs over the arm on the side of it.
"What are you doing here?" I heard Jim's voice from behind me.
"I heard you got demoted, but I knew it'd be impossible for someone to take your shield."
"You heard right. Now, if you don't move, I'll never get it back."
I sighed and stood up, relinquishing his chair back to him. Jim sat down and immediately began looking through a file, thoroughly ignoring me. "You haven't been home."
I was about to be reprimanded for snooping, but a cop ran over to Harvey. I couldn't tell what he whispered, but the tone was that of an emergency. It took only a nod from his partner for Jim to jump up and grab his coat. "Stay here," he ordered.
"Aye aye, cap'n." I muttered and slid back into his seat, feet on the desk. I was still a rebellious teen at heart sometimes. I wanted to know what was going on, but after a moment I realized Jim's orders could actually help me; the police are the hub of information.
There was a weird forensics guy who stayed behind; Ed. He answered any question I had about ongoing investigations as long as I answered his riddles. We played question for question until the detectives got back. They arrived with Maroni in tow along with one of his cronies who was carrying a small, unconscious man over his shoulder. Maroni picked out his spot and his henchman unceremoniously threw the man he was carrying onto a nearby desk. The man remained unconscious. His face was bruised and carried several scrapes; I noticed right away it was the Penguin. His spikey hair had been amplified and his body was limp, but his suit was still impeccable. I did not dare to go over to him and see if he was alright.
"Oh my god! Is he alright?"
"He's just been electrocuted," Harvey explained, making sure I wasn't too shocked. "He'll wake up soon."
Jim cleared his throat. "You're a civilian, perhaps you should leave."
I looked up at him innocently. "There's no safer place than here, and we still haven't discussed why I'm here in the first place."
He threw up his arms in surrender. "Fine, what's this about?"
"Well, I'm worried. Your place is all but abandoned." But then I noticed, Oswald sitting up and Maroni had dismissed the crowd that had gathered to hear his stories. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but based on body language, I knew he was begging.
"Yeah, Barbara left," Jim explained, but I barely heard him.
I was watching the scene down in the bullpen. Maroni had dismissed Oswald and he was limping towards the door. Then I felt a jolt, and a tingling that went up by body. Everything turned black.
My eyes fluttered open. Everything hurt; I couldn't move my arms. The lights are bright, by the room is dark and cold. Where am I? I started to panic. Barely, I lifted my head and saw bodies around me also struggling to regain consciousness.
The precinct.
I was at the precinct.
Oswald was in trouble.
Chaos followed. The man who electrocuted everyone was being arrested, and EMTs were attempting to see to the entire police department. Apparently, Jim never passed out. By the time I was able to get to the door, Oswald and Maroni had gone. I hated being without information. I didn't know where Oswald had went and he's half the reason I knew anything that was going on in this town.
It had begun raining, so I pulled up the hood on my jacket and continued walking. By the time I got to my apartment I was soaked through. I had wanted to go to Oswald's place, if he had one. Instead, he pathetically lived with his mother.
I woke up to angry banging on my door. Through the peephole, I saw Oswald, still in this three-piece suit. In my boxers and tshirt, completely braless, I opened the door. "I'm glad you're alright," I smiled.
"Really?" he pushed his way into the apartment. "Maroni said you were at the precinct. I was in distress. I was dying and my girlfriend didn't even bother to see me!" He advanced, closing the space between us until I could feel his breath.
"I asked Harvey and he said you'd wake up any minute. And you did," I shrugged. "Honestly, Oswald, I don't know what you expect from me. I wasn't about to let the entire GCPD know that I'm involved with Maroni and the Penguin."
"I want some respect!" He screamed. "I want you to acknowledge that I care about you! I want you to respect us!"
I noticed a flash of metal in his hand. At some point he had opened a knife. I felt his hot breath on my neck as his chest heaved up and down. I had to admit I was kind of enjoying it. I gently grabbed his hand and placed the blade against my collar bone, but he made no move to use it. "I do like you Oswald, but you knew how I was when we got into this. So you know what you can do? You can get the fuck out of my apartment."
I missed judged. Instead of leaving, he pressed the blade deeper and slowly dragged it across my chest, drawing blood. I winced a little at the pain, but ended up grinning. Perhaps he had more of a backbone than I thought. I pushed his hand and knife away and crashed my lips into his. I heard the clattering of metal on the floor as he dropped the knife. His hand grasped my hips and pulled me into him. He was hard and it felt good to have him pressing against me.
"I love you," he breathed into my mouth as I began taking off his suit.
"Shut up and fuck me," I responded, although it meant just about the same thing.
