A Psycopath's Doll

BodyGuard

MULTIVERSE

  You put on your mask, black gloves, and dark purple hoodie. Your mask was orange, almost brown, and had a dog mouth and nose. It had a leather strap that kept it on, red lines decorating the sides. When walking out of your room you put on your tight fitting, but very breathable, black pants. You picked up your phone, reading the text. You had a job. You grabbed your bag, shoving boxes of energy bars and Gatorade into it. You lazily slung it over your shoulder, grabbing your gun and holster. You strapped it on under your hoodie.  You headed out, pulling your hood up. The sun had just barely illuminated the sky, the shadows still covering the area around you.

  Your black combat boots made soft cladding sounds against the pavement. You walked for a half an hour on the empty streets until you got to a building, an apartment building. You climbed up the stairs to a room with the name Gertrud on the door. You knocked and waited on a response. A woman with a thick accent called from the other side. She opened the door and let out a shriek. Her hair was dirty blonde and looked like it hadn't been washed in ages. She was wearing a dress that seemed to be sewn out pieces of cloth.

  “Oswald!” The woman yelled.

  “Yes, mother?” A silky, slightly gruff voice replied. A second later a man, just a bit older than you, walked into the doorframe. He had a slight limp, wearing a very beautiful suit. He was a very attractive young man with a nervous but fear invoking smile. He was Oswald Cobblepot. You held up your phone, telling them that you were the new bodyguard. Oswald nodded and allowed you to step in. The place was a mess. You sighed almost silently, looking around through the holes of the mask. This wasn't going to be fun.

  Later, after setting up a small mattress on the floor, you joined Oswald and his mother, Gertrud, for dinner. She had cooked up meat loaf, an old recipe that smelled delicious. She set you down a plate, you nodding in appreciation. You lifted up your mask only slightly to take bites of the great tasting dinner. Oswald was eyeing you curiously, as if you were a puzzle to be solved. Hard to solve without all the pieces.

  “So, sir, are you enjoying the meal?” Oswald asked, a pleasant smile on his face. You nodded, not bothering to correct him on your gender. It's better them think you're a man, and not hear your voice. Nor see your face.

  You all finished your meal and, since it was getting late, you all headed to bed. You walked in front of Oswald, looking around the room.

  “Sir.” He said from behind you. You turned just as he fell into your chest. You cursed silently, your chest certainly wasn't flat. He looked up at you, a very curious smile on his face. You set him upright and took a step back. You were blushing under your mask. He thanked you and limped to his bed. He began stripping and you quickly covered your eyes.

  “We're both men here, you don't have to hide your eyes.” He said, taunting your embarrassment. You turned around and uncovered your eyes, Gertrud staring at you. She grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bathroom, an eyebrow raised.

  “Take off that mask.” She ordered, placing a hand on her hip. You shook your head vigorously. She grabbed at the mask and, since you were a bodyguard and didn't want to hurt her, you swatted her hands. She pulled the mask off and smiled triumphantly.

  “You’re a very beautiful young lady, why do you hide yourself?” She asked. Your voice came out in but a whisper.

  “Because… I’m a hunted bodyguard.”