Cruel Love (Gotham/Oswald CobblepotFanFic)

Cobblepot's Spy: 5. A Apple a Day Keeps A Cobblepot Away.

I was amazed at how Cobblepot acted towards his mother -guess Tinman does have a heart after all- I took a cup of water from Gertrud as she sat down in front of me "Thank you" I said to her as Oswald stood in a corner biting his finger nail watching me and her talk.

Oh, this will be fun. Him worried half to death that a actual assassain is talking to his mother. Like I would hurt a innocent, that is why I like working for Maroni, he lets me get the ones who have done wrong -robbing, killing, etc- and he lets me help the ones I want.

"He was such a charming boy growing up, he became handsome. My Oswald is a prince is he not?" Gertrud said, I looked at Oswald who looked like he was trying to figure something out.

"Yes, a real ..prince" I said staring right at him -More like a real pain in the ass, I thought as we looked at each other me with a glare, him thinking.

"Oh, Nessita. We must have tea sometime, you quit visiting me after awhile, is everything alright?" She asked and placed a hand on mine. The glass in my hand started shaking and I set it down as Oswald raised his eyebrows.

"Everythingis fine, Mrs. Kapelput thank you for your concern though. I must be off."

Gertrud frowned "Visit me" she said.

"I will" when Oswald isnt here.

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--Oswald--

Nessita was planning something against me, I just knew it.

I scowled down at the floor beside the tub "What can she be planning? Is it Maroni's idea?" I asked myself and looked straight ahead as mother came in and kneeled beside the tub.

"Your suit is ready. I steamed it nice."

" Thanks, Mom" I said as I thought about Nessita, mom took a sponge and started washing my shoulder.

" Mm-hm. I'm worried for you. So anxious you look. These moves you make they're safe, yes?" she asked "You're not doing anything illegal?"

"No, Mom, don't worry. It's just business."

"Well, business is all very fine. But always remember, you can trust no one. No one but your mother."

" I know. I know. But you know what? I think I finally found somebody I can trust" I paused thinking about on Nessita and wondering where she stood "A policeman."

"Police? The police are liars".

" Mm-mm. Not this one, Mom. He's a real friend."

"Hmph."

"He'll help me come out right in the end" I said and cocked my head to the side "How do you know Nessita?"

She smiled "Girl moved in three years ago. So alone she looked as she passed my door everyday. I talk with her a lot" mom said with a sigh "Why? Are you forming a crush on the young girl?"

"Mother! Please!"

---Nessita---

I walked into Bamonte's the next day, whistling and stopped right in my tracks as I raised my gun and pointed it right at Fish Mooney's head I glared before looking at Maroni.

He raised his hands "Everything is fine, precious."

Fish turned her head to me her eyes widen and a smile came upon her face "Little Nessita. I heard you were still alive, I just wonder why Zsasz hasnt put a bullet through that pretty little head of yours?" She said.

I nodded "Mrs Mooney."

She turned back to Sal " This is about tradition. Values. Snitches get stitches. That's how it's always been. You need to hand him over, Sal."