Between Stripes

T W E N T Y T H R E E

So I may have gotten a little reckless after that... I'd grabbed a lovely metal baseball bat and my favourite blade and hit the streets.

Time to slit a few throats. Or beat a few bodies. Whichever comes first.

"Hey baby, how 'bout I tap that?" A man's drunken voice rang out. With a sly smile, I looked round. He was propped up against the wall, a half-empty bottle was in his grasp.

"C'mon here then sweetie." I purred. He'd obviously not seen the bat which swung loose in my hand. The man stumbled forward. He wore a dazed smile on his face.

"Hey baby." He slurred. His hot breath hit my face. I smiled sickeningly sweet and raised the bat, bringing it down on his shoulder. It landed with a light crack.

"Number one, I ain't your baby." I growled and hit him again. Crack.

"Number two, you ain't gonna tap nothing." Crack. "Especially me." Crack.

"And number three, say hello to the fiery pits of hell for me. I expect to be there soon." Crack. The last one was loudest and it came from the side of his head. And a loud thud followed it as he fell to the floor.

"It feels good to be back. Good ol' Gally can't keep me locked up all the time." I sneered and carried on walking through the alley. The lovely bat sat on my shoulder and the pretty blade was strapped to my forearm.

In all honesty I was glad that I was out. Normally I'd entertain myself with Jerome but being out in the fresh air, blood on my hands, hearing screams of pain, reminded me how nice it was to be free.

If it was possible, I'd go on a spree. Get rid of all my enemies. Good ol' Jimmy would be first of course but I wasn't stupid. The man knew what he was doing whereas I didn't. Still an amateur. Killing for fun.

Deep thoughts, kiddo.

You also getting to know yourself? Or is that just Jerome?

I honestly didn't know what was wrong with Jerome. It was scary to think about it. Especially considering he was just realising he was mortal and could die. He almost seemed sane. Almost.

But he's too deep in that rabbit hole.

Can't get off this ride now.

Indeed he can't.

But can you?

The goddamn voices needed to fuck off. All I wanted to do was kill some people and let loose. I didn't ask for them to be like this. No.

After that I decided just to
walk. Walk wherever my feet took me.

"What brings you here Miss Fishwick?" A polite voice asked as I wandered into the familiar club. My eyes met with Oswald Cobblepot's. He sat at the edge of the bar. A small glass rested in his palm.

"Hey Ozzy, you don't mind me calling you that right?"

"We're friends, of course you can call me that." He smiled and glanced at the stool next to him, obviously inviting for me to sit down.

"Thanks Ozzy, and I was just out and well, my feet brought me here." I grinned and propped my bat up against the bar.

"Planning to drink away your troubles?" He smiled, one finger played with the top of the glass in his hand.

I smiled and waved at the barman who instantly rushed over.

"Get me a sex on the beach, thanks mista."

He nodded and whipped round, scooping up a glass as he moved.

"What's he done now then?" Oswald piped up.

"Who?" I asked, not meeting his eye. I knew he meant Jerome but I'd rather he left on my mind for a while.

"You know who I mean. Mr Valeska." Oswald peered forward, catching my eye.

"Nothing much. Realising his mortality. The usual." I grinned as the bartender set my drink down, a small shot was placed beside it. Picking up the shot I pressed it to my lips and threw my head back. The liquid snaked down my throat.

"Ah right." Oswald hummed and took a sip of his own drink.

"That and the fact I'm so fucking bored of being trapped inside that place. It gets boring after a while, ya know."

"Oh I can imagine, being in one place for too long is never a good thing." As Oswald spoke he smiled a little. It was a permanent smile. Small. Slightly smug.

"What's ya story then Ozzy?" I asked, sipping the cocktail.

"Oh, mine?" He asked surprised, before smiling. "Well it's terribly long. To say the least, I've done a lot to become king of Gotham."

It was hard not to roll my eyes. He wasn't king of Gotham. Sure, he was powerful but not king. Perhaps a pillar which kept it standing upright.

"We all know mine so I can't be of use." I smirked and sipped my drink again. Oswald's bright eyes studied me. I could practically feel them.

"Oh my dear, you are of many uses. Don't degrade yourself like that." He purred before swigging a large part of his drink. Only a small part remained.

"What's he like?"

"Who?" Oswald drank his drink before letting out a loud hiccup.

"Jim Gordon."

Geez. The name was like venom in my mouth. It was poisonous as the name left my lips.

"Oh my good friend Mr Gordon," my eyes widened at the friend part. "Don't worry, he's in debt to me. He wouldn't touch you unless he wanted a little chaos."

Oswald smiled darkly before clicking his fingers at the barman.

"Two martinis, make it quick." He ordered.

"Seeing as your the king of Gotham's underground, you must've killed a few people. Am I assuming right?" I asked, leaning forward.

Oswald smiled before replying,"I can't say."

"Let's say for arguments sake that you have and Jim Gordon knows, what does he do?"

"Considering Mr Gordon is in debt to me, I'd bet he would keep it quiet. He's not as heroic as everyone thinks he is." As Oswald finished, the barman set our drinks down.

We both picked up the glasses.

"To mortality." Oswald grinned, a glint sparkled in his eye as our glasses clinked together.

A.N
Hey guys, somehow writing with absolutely no clue where the chapter will go, works for me. I hope you liked seeing more of Oswald, he's a sweetheart.

In other news, I decided to show a photo of mine. Last weekend I went on a walk and the sky decided to look pretty for once. (England doesn't do that much.) Also I've fallen in love with Ed Sheeran's Sofa (the song obviously). It's just brilliant.

See ya soooon!

Sometime around February 19th
Quick update, only an authors note but IS ANYONE ELSE WATCHING RIVERDALE? Cause daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn Cole Sprouse slays beanies. And it's a good show!

I'm in love and that's ruining my writing. With a show and a boy. A boy I actually know and live near. Yep that's scary. I love this guy and I think he loves me but he won't give me another chance. My friends got in the way and we both got hurt. This sucks. Love sucks.

See ya soon mi amigos