Gotham Oneshots- Requests Are Open!

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Connected to "Out of the woods"

Ed POV

I lay in my hospital bed, watching the news. People all over town are getting sick with the Tetch virus. Going mad and robbing banks, destroying cars, looting, killing. Insanity on steroids.

Oswald is on the opposite end of the hospital, seems his case of Tetch virus is much more extreme than mine. He's in the mental ward of the hospital.

"In other news today, a groundbreaking Tetch virus antidote and vaccine have been approved. The antidote will be given to the infected and the vaccine will be available later on."

I can't help but laugh. This nightmare is finally over. I'll get my old life back. I'll get my old Oswald back.

But 4 weeks pass and I still haven't received an antidote. None of the infected patients have.

I turn on the TV and learn why.

"Breaking news tonight, 250 vials of Tetch virus antidote and vaccine have been stolen from Gotham City distribution center. Left unchilled, they are viable for only 13 hours. After the 13 hour deadline, they are unusable and spoiled, and it would take another 5 months to make more."

"Shit." I say, squeezing my eyes shut.

Third person POV

Jim sits at his desk, having just returned to the force several weeks back.

"Alvarez, any leads on those stolen vials?" Bullock says in his usual tone.

"Not sure. I got a weird call from some crazy guy, couldn't tell what he was saying he was laughing so hard. I think he said something along the lines of 'I always liked this city when it was filled with maniacs'. I know, weird..." Alvarez says quietly.

"Do you have a tape of that call?" Jim asks.

"Yeah, right here." Alvarez says, taking the cassette tape and small player over to Jim's desk. He hits play and an insane laugh fills the room.

"Hee hee hee! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I always liked this city when it was filled with maniacs!!! HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!"

"How did you not know it was him?" Jim says through gritted teeth.

"I had honestly forgotten what he sounded like. I'm sorry..." Alvarez says quietly.

"You saw that maniac die, you were with Lee when she gave the autopsy report. That ginger-haired wackadoodle is six feet under."

"Actually, he was put in cryo-storage, per request." Alvarez says.

"Whose request?" Jim asks.

"Professor Hugo Strange, Arkham."

"Damn it, not him. Damn it!" Jim says, angry.

"If Valeska is alive, why would he steal the cure for a contained virus? These people aren't on the streets wreaking havoc anymore!" Bullock exclaims. "Unless..."

"His followers are infected. He breaks them out, puts them on the streets to wreak havoc and destroy the city, he gets power through fear and domination. We gotta figure out where he is." Jim says, grabbing his coat.

At the hospital, Oswald wakes in his solitary cell, wearing a straight jacket.

"Good morning, little bird." Dark Oswald says, standing in the corner wearing that all-black suit.