Sleep With Me (Oswald Cobblepot/OC)

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Sleep With Me

All bruised up by Maroni nonetheless, Oswald traveled up the steps to the apartment he helped to maintain with his mother. In tow, his ‘girlfriend’ Adalyn- as it was strange to say- helped him get there by wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him balanced. Rushing winds, strong pelts of rain and darkness took over Gotham City and as Adalyn struggled to hold his weight she was mentally and physically preparing for the long trip back home in this weather. She knew how his mother would react and had a feeling it would be best to leave as soon as she could. Upon arrival to the familiar door, she cringed inside waiting for that irritating voice.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

No answer.

“Mother!” he called out in utter frustration due to his pain and lack of patience especially at this time of the night.

Hearing the chain sweep to the side and lock twist, the door swung open by force to be greeted with the tired and angered face of his ridiculously passionate mother. She looked over her son first with sudden sadness than to Adalyn with something next to hatred and judgment.

“Where have you been?! You tell me you’d come back in time for dinner and you come late, hurt, dragging in some filth like a dirty cat?” all spoken with that unforgettable and undetectable accent.

“Good evening Mrs. Cobblepot” Adalyn replied to her disrespectful remark, knowing how the mispronunciation would rub her wrong just the same.

“That’s Kappleput to you!” she spat from across the room, pampering her son on the couch with her hands. Looking bothered he brushed her off and finally spoke up.

“Mother…please…I am in no mood to discuss the reasons why I was unable to come for dinner, I apologize”. Taking a tissue from the table he wiped the spots of blood from his face. Adalyn spoke before any of them could intervene.

“You need rest, Oswald, I will leave…have a goodnight” she kept her gaze solely on him as she said her goodbye before he reached out to call her back.

“Adalyn, please, the streets of Gotham are too dangerous at this time of the night and this weather isn’t particularly pleasant either”.

“What?! She will not stay here! If she wants to leave, she leaves!” Gertrude yelled.

He held his hand up signaling his mother to speak no more. “Show some consideration mother, please, it would be for one night only” he softly spoke, grimacing at the pain in his leg, arm and face. Adalyn stood speechless, half soaked from outside in her beige trench coat. He looked no different; his suit had seen better days. His mother looked conflicted, no doubt upset of her son’s offer and the fact that another woman-especially one who held his heart- would be staying the night. Biting her lip and nerves twitching she turned her nose to her son who rose from the couch to stand the best his current health would allow.

“She sleeps on couch, you must get rest…you are too weak to sleep on such furniture” she tells him, petting him over as if in her eyes he is a small child. She held adoration for her son in ways that made Adalyn shiver and question. But all thoughts on the matter were pushed aside as she accepted her sleeping arrangement. Oswald looked like he wanted to refuse, he was too much of a gentleman to allow it but he really wasn’t up for an argument.

“The couch is fine, it isn’t the first time I have slept on one so I will manage”

“I’m sure it isn’t” his mother stabbed. She knew exactly what his mother was implying, was just another insult because she felt threatened. Choosing to ignore it, Adalyn walked over to it and set her small purse on the ground.