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Oswald Cobblepot Imagine

Oswald Cobblepot Imagine

Note: Yes, I've been re watching Gotham while I study. Of course, my binge is your pleasure. Enjoy. :)

Song: The good, the bad, and the Dirty by Panic! At the Disco

Oswald Cobblepot Imagine

Have you ever heard the phrase 'It takes one to know one'? Odds are, you have. By the logic of that statement, all Psychologists are crazy, all doctors are sick, and all police men are corrupt. For some people, this statement applies only when necessary. Some people take it for what it really means rather than what they'd like it to fit.

So, being a cop, it was Y/n's duty to remember that nobody stood apart from anybody. In addition to her 'takes one to know one' philosophy, she thought of evil as a gene, one that's suppressed in most people. The folks she arrests just happen to have that gene expressed at that particular moment. She tried consistently to remind herself of this as she was tied in the basement of Oswald Cobblepot's back ally club.

She had been investigating a well known drug dealer in the area when a group of obvious thugs approached her. No matter how trained she was--top of her class at the academy, always practicing, well above fit--one woman against four enormous men wasn't a fair fight. And so, she woke up bound and gagged, lying on her side in a dank cellar. 

She'd been awake for about two hours, rolling about the disgusting floor and struggling with her bonds, when the door to the cellar opened and light flooded the dark room. She moaned through her gag as the light pierced her blindfold. and closed her eyes tightly as footsteps thumped down the metal stairs.

"How long has she been here?" A man.

"Uh, Frank and Jean brought her in about four hours ago." A different man.

"And why wasn't I informed sooner? Why did they take her when the job was on that no-count drug peddler?"
"Well...cause...you said we was supposed to get her next month, and I figured-"
"You figured you knew better than me?"

"No, boss, we--" The explanation of the second man was cut off with a sharp gunshot. Y/n let out a small scream, shocked, and the body fell down the last of the stairs. A  moment after, a few more footsteps came down and her blindfold was torn off.

Oswald Cobblepot stood before her, smiling. "Hello, Officer Y/n. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She struggled to recall...when has she met him outside of a mugshot?

Two Years Earlier...

Y/n sighed and walked into the cell, startling the shivering man. He looked up to see that she was holding a towel out to him, and snatched it quickly.

In a strange gesture, she sat down next to him on the cot, two coffees in hand.

"I-I already t-told them everything I kn-know."
"Relax, Mr. Cobblepot. I'm not here to interrogate you, you've done nothing. Only reason you're in here is technicalities, so it shouldn't be much longer. You're soaked, and I figured you'd be cold."

He took the steaming cup she offered, shaking already down to a minimum.

"Why are you helping m-me?"

She gave him a small, sideways smile. "I'm a cop. That's my job. Next time, you should probably remember to bring an umbrella."

His smile twisted into a scowl and he went to snap at her, when he realized something. She wasn't mocking him for his station, or his limp. She was genuinely giving him a piece of advice.

"I'll try, officer..."
"Y/n. Just Y/n."
"Oswald."
"Alright, Oswald. Warm up." She patted him on the back and then left the cell. 

Thoughts plagued him long after she left, though. Her holster was unbuttoned and uncovered, she was off guard--he could have taken the gun and held her hostage. Fortunately for her, she was possibly the nicest person he'd met in months...