Chapter Seven: Childhood Lost
Oswald was nervously biting his nails as he was standing in a line-up with the number 4 around his neck at the GCPD as a small curly brown haired boy was trying to identify who he thought he saw in the alley the night one of Falcone's worker bees was murdered; three weeks ago. To Oswald's relief, the boy pointed at number 6 and was walked out by Bullock while James just stood there eyeing Oswald as if he wasn't sure the right man was identified.
A few minutes Later Oswald had gone to see James. James Gordon was sitting at his desk painstakingly writing his police report when Oswald approached him. Oswald had to loudly attempt to clear his throat in an attempt to get James's attention. The only sound that was even close to a throat clearing sound was a choked gag which caused Oswald to have a coughing fit, as he tried to gasp for air. James looked up worried. he stood up and tried to help Oswald by gently patting his back until Oswald could breathe again.
"Oswald, my god, are you okay?", James's voice was full of concern.
"I-I am fine, n-now. Thank You, Jim.", Oswald was still regulating his breathing.
"What were you trying to do that caused to choke?", James was curious.
"I was just trying to clear my throat as an attempt to get your attention. That's all.", Oswald explained sitting down on Jame's desk and sighing deeply.
"Oh. Well, was there something you wanted to ask me?", James mused.
"Well, are you busy this evening?", Oswald tested the waters.
"Why do you want to know?", James was fishing.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner with me as friends?", Oswald was giddy and nervous.
"Oh, um, s-sure. I'd like that, Oswald.", James was caught off guard however a smile gleamed in his eyes.
"See you tonight Jim.", Oswald foolishly smiled.
Oswald gently tapped James's desk before standing up and nearly skipping out of the GCPD but stopped himself and he simply walked briskly out giddy and high from the power he possessed that allowed him to ask Jim out on a date of sorts. He was happily humming to himself as he walked down the street to Fishes club when he tripped and was catapulted to the cold, hard concrete sidewalk.
Pain seized his right cheek and stomach. He laid there with stars in his eyes as a weight pressed him harder into the sidewalk as a pipe slammed into the back of his head knocking him out. In that moment he recalled something he had forgotten about until now.
Flashback 6/10: Childhood Lost
Oswald had managed to stumble out of Mr. Gunfree's apartment as pain enveloped his abdomen and groin. Tears stung his eyes and fear of his landlord set in. He managed to reach and escape into his apartment and collapse onto his couch and slept for most of the day. When he awoke his mother was taking his temperature and a wet washcloth was laying on his forehead.
Tears caressed his cheeks as his mother pulled out the thermometer to read the temperature reading. When she went back to taking care of Oswald she noticed his tears.
"Oswald, what's the matter, darling?", her eyes were filled with concern.
"Mr. Gunfree, he-he hurt me, mommy, he hurt me, s-sex-sexu-sexually." Oswald's shoulders heaved up and down and he told her what happened in Mr. Gunfree's apartment a few hours ago.
His mother's eyes filled with tears as he continued his story. By the end, his mother had wrapped her arms around him and held him close and soothed him. They sat that way for a few more minutes before she let go and looked him the face.
"Oswald, stay strong okay honey? Don't make Mr. Gunfree upset and stay out of his apartment.", She stroked Oswald's hair as she told him this.
"Okay, Mommy. I will stay strong. I won't make Mr. Gunfree upset and I will stay out of his apartment.", Oswald agreed, knowing his mother's irrational fears of police involvement.
A few days later Oswald was walking alone down a sidewalk when a police cruiser pulled up beside him and made him stop in his tracks. He turned to looked to see what the police officer wanted. The police officer rolled down the passenger window of his cruiser and smiled at Oswald.
"Hey there, young boy, need a ride?", the police officer smiled gleamed in the frosty air of the morning.
"No, I'll walk. Thank you anyway, sir.", Oswald said briskly and started walking again.
The police officer kept following him and coaxing Oswald to get int he car. Then suddenly the police officer parked his cruiser and got out of the car and began to chase Oswald, grabbing him around his waist and carrying him to the cruiser. Once at the cruiser, the police officer opened the back door and shoved Oswald into the back of the cruiser and slammed the door closed before Oswald could bolt. He circled back around to the driver's side and got in, gunned the engine and drove away.
The ride was short. They arrived at a nice-looking house towards the outskirts of Gotham's city limits. The police officer parked the cruiser and killed the engine. He then got out of the driver's side of the car and circled the car to the back passenger side door, opened it and roughly pulled Oswald out of the back of the car, closed the door, and then his forcefully took Oswald to a small bedroom with only a mattress, pushed him down upon it and closed and locked the door.
Oswald turned and stood up and tried to reach the door, however, the police officer grabbed him and threw him down upon the mattress and got on top of him. Oswald fought the police officer as he was forcefully taking Oswald's pants and underwear off. The police officer placed a giant, meaty hand on Oswald's genitalia and massaged it. For the first time, Oswald felt pleasure and fought against it. His hand landed on the officer's gun and he unclipped it and removed it from the officer's belt.
Oswald pressed the gun's barrel against the police officer's stomach and pulled the trigger. The police officer stopped molesting Oswald and slumped back gripping his stomach as blood seeped through his fingers. Oswald stood up half-naked and pointed the gun at the police officer's head and pulled the trigger killing him. The police officer slouched over against the wall, fingers slack, eyes deaden and cold.
Oswald felt an oddly pleasurable sensation wash through his body, which caused him to touch himself and bring himself immense pleasure. He fell to his knees as he stroked himself harder and faster until his body shook with pleasure. Afterwards, he felt disgusted and hated himself for what he did. He felt so disgusted that he started to cry. When his crying fit ended he grew uncomfortable with a dead body three feet away.
He left the room and made his way to the kitchen (still half-naked) to get something to eat. He was munching on a tuna fish sandwich when a police officer and his partner entered the premise.
"Hello, anyone home?", the first one grunted.
"We heard shots fired in the premise, so come out with your hands up or we'll shoot!", the second police officer ordered with an eagerness of a rookie to make his first arrest.
Oswald finished his sandwich and slowly, with his hands up, came out of the kitchen. The two police officers lowered their weapons and approached him. The older police Officer looked him over before finally placing a wrinkled hand upon his shoulder, looked in his eyes and uttered," Where are your pants and underwear, young man?"
"They're next to the mattress in room where the dead police officer is.", Oswald dryly answered.
"Take us to that room, now.", the older officer instructed.
Oswald lead them to the room where the dead officer was. As they entered the room the smell hit them first. The smell of gunpowder and the beginnings of decay. The older officer asked Oswald what had happened and why Oswald killed the dead police officer. Oswald told the officer that the dead police officer tried to have sex with him and in self-defense, he shot and killed the police officer thus explaining why he was half-naked.
The younger police officer looked sad, while the older police officer just glared at him. After a few moments, the older officer instructed Oswald to get dressed. When Oswald was properly dressed the older officer placed handcuffs around Oswald's slender wrists and tighten them so that they wouldn't slip off and escorted him to the second police cruiser. The older police officer then instructed the younger officer to put the "little man" in the back of the cruiser.
Once Oswald in the back of the cruiser the younger police officer and the older Police officer got in the front and contacted dispatch to get forensics down and secure the crime scene and to report a homicide of a police officer and assured that they had the suspect in custody. In the next few minutes, forensics was on the scene, secured it and then did their job. All the while Oswald was taken down to the station, processed and then questioned further.
The older police officer had Oswald sign a confession of his "crime" and shipped him off to Blackgate. When he arrived at Blackgate he was stripped naked, measured, given a semi-fitting jumpsuit, handed an extra one and shuffled to his cell. At his cell, he made eye contact with his adult cellmate as he was pushed into the cell and the locked in it. The man took his extra jumpsuit and placed it under the lower bunk.
"So, what are you in here for?", the man's gruff voice asked.
" I murdered a police officer in self-defense, but the police officer who questioned me didn't believe me and never called my mother. She must be freaking out.", Oswald flatly explained.
"Why did you kill him?", the man mused.
"He tried to have sex with me so I shot him with his own gun, once in the gut and once in the head.", Oswald reminisced looking at the wall adjacent to the cell door.
"Ah, interesting. Do have a preference?", the man fished.
"Preference? I don't know what you mean.",Oswald was confused.
"Are you sexually attracted to boys or girls?", the man clarified.
"I never thought about it. Besides who would love a freak like me.", Oswald felt tears threatening to fall down his cheeks, but he fought them back.
"One more thing, how old are you?", the man softly uttered.
"Fourteen, why?", Oswald mused.
"Oh, nothin' just wondering.", the man mumbled as he climbed onto the top bunk and laid down and closed his eyes.
Oswald sat down on the bottom bunk, sighed, then laid down and closed his eyes. The following morning the man gently shook him awake. Oswald awoke and sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looked around disappointed that it wasn't a bad dream, but reality. He looked up at his cellmate who was wolfishly grinning and had his jumpsuit undone so that his penis was sticking out.
Oswald bolted to a standing position and ran to the bars trying to squeeze through them to safety unsuccessfully. Becuase his cellmate grabbed him before he could even reach the bars and pushed him to his knees. The man gently stroked Oswald's cheeks before gripping his lower jaw and squeezing it so that Oswald's mouth opened and when it opened enough he shoved his penis into Oswald's mouth and began to thrust.
The man had to instruct Oswald to breathe through his nose as he thrust in and out of Oswald's mouth. The man's left hand painfully gripping Oswald's hair as he forced Oswald's head to move the way he wanted it to. After several minutes and a spewing orgasm later, Oswald was gaging and spitting into the small wash basin that was in the cell as he vigorously washed the man's semen out of his mouth. When Oswald was permitted to use the toilet that was next to the wash basin he was in tears and his jumpsuit was haphazardly askew on his slight, bruised frame.
Oswald was shaking so bad that he had difficulty keeping his stream of urine in the bowl. After he relieved himself he slowly, carefully, and dreadfully went back to his bunk where his cellmate was lying asleep. He sat there and watched his cellmate sleep for several minutes before getting up going to stand near the bars of his prison cell. A little while later a guard comes down the cellblock hall and stops in front of Oswald's cell.
"You have a visitor, Mr. Cobblepot, this way.", the guard instructed as he let Oswald out of the cell and led him down the cellblock corridor.
"Is it my mother? Is she here to see me?", Oswald hopefully inquired.
"Well, yes and no. Yes, your mother is here to see and No, she is here to free you. make sense?", the guard oddly explained.
"What you are trying to tell is my mother has come to see me as well as free me?", Oswald mused.
"Yes, that's what I meant. Sorry if I confused you.", the guard apologized.
"It's okay. I am hardly ever confused by anyone. You see I am clever that way.", Oswald reassured the guard.
They walked in silence to the visiting area. When they arrived, Oswald was overwhelmingly pleased to see his mother and his lawyer. Before he could stop himself he ran to his mother and hugged her tightly as tears ran down his face in semi-heavy streams and socked into the collar of his prison uniform. She hugged him back, tears soaking his hair. After a few more moments they parted, still holding hands, and faced his lawyer.
"Mr. Cobble, good news, I got your murder charge acquitted. That means you are free to go on behalf of the best defense attorney, Mr. Gordon.", his lawyer smiled and patted Oswald gently on his shoulder.
"Mommy, I can't wait to go home without having to worry if my bunkmate is going to sexually assault me in the night.", Oswald was happy, then terrified at the prospect of his bullies getting wind of why he was sent to an adult's prison.
Sensing this his mother soothed him, "don't worry, baby, I will make sure they will leave you alone at school.", she smiled maternally at him causing him to smile in return.
Three Hours Later:
Oswald was sitting his beloved room in complete privacy. His mother allowed him an earlier dinner so he could go his room and get readjusted again. So here he sat on his bed in his Penguin undergarments assessing and poking at his many bruises he had attained in the past three weeks. The pain felt oddly pleasurable and it made Oswald afraid of himself in some unnatural compacity. After a few moments, he removed his penguin undergarments and laid down on his bed completely naked and looked up at the ceiling.
After a few beats of silence and being positive that his mother would walk in and find him pleasuring himself, he proceeded to gently stroke himself. He found himself lifting up his legs and gripping himself and stroking himself, getting increasingly faster with every stroke. He stroked himself until he uncontrollably shook with pleasure and a white, filmy liquid squirted of the tip of his penis. He laid there naked a few more minutes before getting dressed in his penguin undergarments and plum suit pajamas and curled up under his blankets and felt uneasily asleep.
End of flashback 6/10: Childhood Lost
Oswald awoke in a dimly lit room, a throbbing pain enveloped his right ear and felt feverish and cold. There was a figure over him nudging him to become more alert and awake. Oswald put his hands on his face rubbing his head and neck. He groaned and blinked several times as he managed to sit up and semi-look around in the semi-darkness.
"He's awake. Finally, I was getting lonely.", the figure distinguishable as a male cheerily intoned.
"W-Where am I? Why di you hit me so hard with that pipe? Ow. my head. my neck.", Oswald grumbled.
Cheer up Peng-Oswald, I didn't mean to hit you so hard. The pain should go down shortly because I have attached you to a morphine drip to ease the pain.", the man seemed very intelligent and familiar.
"W-who are you?", Oswald was trying to figure out why the man seemed so familiar.
"Edward. Nygma. Why?", Ed answered.
"Edward, why did you hit me in the back of the head with a pipe?!," Oswald became extremely irritated extremely fast.
"I...well...I wanted to...well...I..don't..know..", Ed confessed.
"Can you at least take me to Gotham General Emergency so I can get my head and neck checked out and so I can call my mother?", Oswald scowled.
"Fine...Sorry about hitting you with a pipe...I don't know what I was thinking...honestly", Ed was sympathetic and ashamed of his poor social skills.
A few moments later Oswald was disconnected from the self-made morphine drip that Ed had him attached to and in the passenger seat of Ed's classic dull lime-green car heading to the hospital. Oswald kept glancing over at Ed and studying his glorious, flawless features of a boy grown into a man. He couldn't help but wonder if Jim would jealous that Oswald as with another man right now.
Oswald, himself, felt guilty for thinking such a thought, but he couldn't help it very much. At long last, his turned and starred out the window in hopes that the rain would flood the streets and sweep them away in the storm. Just as Oswald thought it the rain stopped, aggravating him causing him to punch the seat in disappointment, startling Edward.