Gotham Streets

Easy

~~Next Day~~

           I remember nights where I would sit in the warehouse, nearly frozen to death, wishing for someone to help me. I remember being sick and with no hope of getting better. I remember when I met Cat, she was probably worse than I was. I remember in that moment everything changed. I became the person I needed most. With Cat, I was no longer alone. With Cat, I rose from the ashes and fought to stay more than just afloat.

Now, everything had become easy... There was no struggle for finding a place out of the rain, a place where someone won't cut your throat. Now I don't need to steal away from someone else so I can have. It almost didn't seem fair. Why was I the one who got lucky? Why me?

           It had only been a day in civilization and already, I was forgotten about. I didn't really mind. I mean, Barbra was nice and all. Just something about her seemed... Off. She tried to be my friend, she was failing and succeeding at the same time. She worked and so did Jim, so I didn't expect them to entertain me.

Jim was handling a case that was different. A man kills a criminal with a weather balloon. Which is AWESOME and terrifying at the same time.

I laid on the couch, my hood over my face. I could hear Barbra blow drying her hair upstairs while Jim was probably drinking coffee or something.

Jim pulled my hood further over my face.
"Stay out of trouble" he said letting go of my hood. I quickly pulled off my hood and was nearly blinded by the light. Jim was in fact drinking coffee and was on his way out. He smiled back at me and left for work.

Then, I assume he went to work. He didn't have to tell me twice, I still was scared that Falcone would just kill me for no reason. The thought gave me chills. I heard Barbra's heels click throughout the house.
"I'm leaving for work, I'll be home at seven" she yelled from the kitchen.

"Okay," I said just loud enough for her to hear. Then, I heard the front door close. I just laid there, breathing, thinking. I kept almost jumping up. My mind still in survival mode while my body rested. It was nice and stressful at the same time. My body was stressed even though my body was completely still. I couldn't take it anymore! I jumped up, I have to get out of here. This isn't right.

I snuck my way over to Miss Mooney's. Everything seemed quiet. I walked into the place. The man behind the bar was beat up pretty bad. He had a broken arm!

"The hell happened to you??" I questioned. He looked behind me and looked down. A hand went over my shoulder. I turned around to see Butch.

"Oh hey kid. What are you doing here," he asked looking around real quick.

"Here to see Mooney..." I said hesitantly.

"No good kid. You know you shouldn't be here. Especially with that detective always looking for trouble," he said.

"What?" I questioned him bringing up Gordon. Butch went over to the bar counter and picked up a news paper.

"Local GCPD detective Jim Gordon takes responsibility. Adopts homeless teen," he read out loud then gave me the paper. He wasn't kidding. There was even a picture of me and him in the station!!

"I can't believe this..." I said continuing to read the article. "Dies everyone know?" I asked looking up at Butch. He shrugged holding his hand out to take it back. "Can I keep it?" I asked.

"Yeah sure kid," he said putting down his hand.

"Cool thanks," I folded up the paper and stuffed it in my jacket.

"You should go kid..." he reminded. I nodded.

"Good seein ya Butch," I shook Butch's hand and headed out. I flipped my hood up and went home.

I passed people on the street some seemed to know me by the look of their faces. I kept walking, I didn't do that anymore and I wouldn't start. Falcone was one of the top mob bosses, I could have been dead already! While walking someone quickly snatched me and pulled me into an alley.

"Shhh," they said holding my mouth. I bit them! "Owww!" He screeched. I pulled away from him.

"Oswald???" I questioned. He held his hand.

"Shhhh" he shushed me again.

"What the hell are you doing here?! I thought you were dead.... You sold me out!!" I shouted, starting to remember all that he's done.

"Well... that was the past..." he tried negotiating.

"Shut up. Everything that you say is bullshit," I said walking away. He grabbed me and pulled me back.

"No no no. I need you, you need me. We'll take over Gotham," he said pulling on my arm. I looked down at him with an annoyed look.

"You're still going at that??"

"Yes. With your skill and my cunning ability we can..."

"Nope. Not happening. Falcone already threatened to kill me," I argued.

"But what if we're working with falcone?...." he said raising an eye brow.  I couldn't actually be considering this?!?!?!?