Voldemort X Kelly
Voldemort strutted down the streets of Gotham, searching for his next victim. As he turned a corner, he noticed a man coming in the opposite direction looking rather tattered. Perfect. He thought to himself as he grasped his wand and began to raise it. He pointed it towards the man.
Kelly stopped suddenly as he noticed Voldemort in front of him and lifted his hands in the air in surrender. "W-what do you want?" he stuttered.
"Hello naughty child, time for death." Voldemort said as he walked closer to the cowering man. Just as he was about to cast his spell he looked into the man's pleading eyes. He stopped, gazing into them for a few moments. He had never felt this way before. He knew he couldn't kill this man even if he wanted to. Instead, he lowered his wand and crouched down so that he was level with Kelly, who had moved onto his knees, weeping. Voldemort reached out a pale hand and brushed Kelly's tears away before moving his head closer to Kelly's.
Oswald was back in Gotham. Again. He had decided that if he couldn't find a room to sleep in, he would just sleep on the street for the night. As he turned the next corner he realised that that wasn't going to happen.