Fandom Imagines

Oswald Cobblepot / The Penguin

Gotham💜

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(AN//: sorry it's been so long.)

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"Ouch, damnit...what the..?" Your vision was completely distorted. And why the hell did the back of your head throb so damn violently? Wait a minute. Why are you at the docks? Last thing you remember was leaving Oswald's nightclub with the Owner himself. Uhg. This place smelled like old fish. You placed two fingertips to the back of your head and brought them back in front of you. Oh great! Blood. Yea you got hit pretty hard. No wonder it was so hard getting your vision back. When you tried to stand up something stopped you and you slipped forward, falling back onto the wet wood of the dock. Quickly you glanced down to your feet, a ratty old rope laced around your ankles and attached from what you could tell was a cement block. "What the hell.." you bent forward in an attempt to untie yourself but stopped when you felt cold steel on your temple.
Click...
No mistaking that noise. A gun was being pushed against your head. "Ah ah ah. Not so fast sunshine. That would mess with our plans abit. Hey, boss! Look who's awake." A man spoke directly infront of you. He was tall, and very well built. But not very easy in the eyes. Greasy slicked back hair and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Now you wondered if the dock smelled this bad or if it was just him...when he spoke to his colleague you sat straight up and looked behind you, and that's when your eyes shot open. Oswald was tied up and beaten bloody, tears rimming his eyes. What the hell is going on!? You growled angrily,"LET HIM GO!" "Y/N JUST DO WHAT THEY SAY!" Oswald's voice cracked abit. Why did it sound like he had been crying...? "SO! Mr. Penguin, are we gonna do this the easy way? Or the hard way? Personally for me, the hard way is so much more fun." The man hovering over Oswald, lifted his foot up and pushed The king of Gotham onto his back, roughly. A smirk on his lips, he snapped his fingers, a signal of some sort. The henchmen toering over you picks you up by the coller of your shirt, you let out a weak scream. His strength greatly surpasses yours, you'll have no way to fight back on your own. Now that you open your eye's, you can see that he is dangling you over the icy waters below. In all honesty you have always been terrified of drowning. You had nightmares of it since you were a child. This can't be how you end...is it?
"Here's the deal birdman. You tell us where all your count houses are, along with giving us your crappy nightclub and men, including that nutjob Zsasz. We will let you and this pretty little thing go. Away from Gotham. Far away. Forever. If not, she dies. Here and now, and I'll let you watch. " Oswald was shaking, trembling even. Between the gun pointed at him the goon holding you over my sure death. Could you really expect him to choose you over everything he has worked so hard for over the years? The Blood, sweat and tears he put into becoming what he is today? You are ready to accept your fate in the icy waters below. You don't even understand how you're staying so calm. Why aren't you screaming and crying and begging for help? Maybe the years of torture from the nightmares has prepared you for this day or maybe it's so cold that is literally making your mind numb.You can't help but look back to Oswald. And remember all the times that he has said he loves you, every time you both kissed, every loving embrace, every fight and the fun ways you've made up. At least you have a chance to say goodbye to him. You haf to say you loved him once more. "O-Ozzy....its okay." Is all you could muster before you feel the power of a boulder sized fist hit you directly in the stomach. Now in a fit of coughs and choking up droplets of blood, wheezing is only noise you make.
All you can hear is Oswald screaming your name and begging for mercy on your behalf. You could feel the flood walls break, your tears betrayed you and fell down you face. "Y/N no! Please listen to me, Sir. I-I will....we will leave. Gotham...forever! Just let her go! Please!" You could see that Oswald was in pain, now that he was on his knees. His poor leg...poor Oswald. The man holding me just laughed. His breath stunk of whiskey and the smoke from his cancer stick made my eyes sting. Yuck..
Even with the smoke clouding your veiw, in the corner of your eye you could see something moving fast on the rooftop far behind the thugs, almost a white blur. Who....who is that? Zsasz ! Victor Zsasz! He stopped almost directly infront of the dock. Is he setting up a rifle? Wait, is he aiming towards you?! You felt a splash of warmth on your face. Blood? Yes, blood. Not your blood tho... Looking up you saw an exit wound from a bullet in your captors head. Holy shit. IT WAS HIS?!
"Ozzy!" thats all you could say before you landed in the ice water, the goon falling on top of you forcing the cement block off the ledge of the dock into the water. Shit. SHIT! Gotta work fast, you have to escape! This water is freezing. And you didnt have enough time to take a deep enough breath before you fell in. You pushed the Goon away from your body floating in slow motion only in time to see the block floating down towards you, actually more like falling towards you. Quickly you swam around it, but that didnt stop it from dragging you down. Deeper. And deeper. And so much colder.. How could it keep getting colder? Finally out of air you inhaled, water now in your lungs. Everything is starting to go dark...or white? God, this hurts. Your eyes begin to flutter closed, and you could swear that there was a piano playing. Or was it wind chimes? Black. Everything was pitch black, but that damn music played so beautifully. You were sad when it stopped playing.
"Y/N ..." it sounded so far away. But the voice was comfortingly familiar. "Y/N..." it is so much closer this time. Was someone touching you? That voice...
Pain.
Sharp pain spread through you chest, and a white light took over your vision. "Y/N please...WAKE UP!" You rolled onto your side, coughing up the water that filled your lungs. The stinging oh bile in your throat. Gasping for whatever air you could get, in a panic. "Oh god...Thank god Y/N...my love your alive!" You could barely move, your ice cold trembling body. But you knew it was your sweet Oswald. He sat you up ever so slowly, and wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you up. Now you could see the man that had Oswald earlier, bleeding out on the dock and Victor trying to identify the man, Using his foot to kick the body over. Your eyes darted all over. Now you finally realized you really were alive. Safe in your loves arms, both of you safe and breathing. Barely. Hot moisture fell down your cheeks again, Oswald was quick to the rescue, using his thumbs to remove any trace of your sadness.
"My love...you are safe now. We are safe.. no more tears.." You looked up to meet his gaze, what you didnt realize before was that he was dripping wet too. He was your Savior! "Oswald..did you dive in after me?" Your hand gently cupped his pale cheek. "I did. I came as fast as i could my love. I thought i didn't make it.... I had to wait for Victor to take the shot... .are you feeling any pain?" He placed his hand over your own. "A little.." you put another hand over your stomach. Lifting up your shirt to reveal a darkening bruise. It would be far worse later that was for sure...Oswalds eyes twitched, tears threatening to spill over. "This..is all my fault. I should have never.." You felt your spine shiver. "Ozzy, no. No, i don't blame you o-one bit. There is nothing you could have done. Okay? So.. St-top being and idiot, a-and help me get to the hospital. P-please..?" you were just surprised you could speak that much without gasping. Your air supply was cut off again, but you were happy with the cause of it. Oswald's lips were planted against your own, his hands on your cheeks. Giggling under his lips, you decided to let him win this battle and pushed into the kiss with all the strength you had left. You knew it was going to take a hell of a lot more than some thugs to rip you away from him. Your love was far to strong, and much deeper then the depths of Gotham's merky waters could ever be.