A Psycopath's Doll

Secrets Out

  Gertrud made you take off your hoodie. She insisted and went to find a more “flattering” shirt, as she said. You grabbed your hoodie and ran out. You ran right into Oswald who gulped slightly, looking down at you. You reflexively blushed, immediately getting angry at yourself. You then realised you were shirtless and slowly backed away. He let out a chuckle, seeming to study your body as if it were a painting on the wall. Gertrud came back, not very pleased with your lack of clothing. She tried dragging you in the bathroom again, but this time you put your foot down.

  “Ma’am, I am not your child, please stop treating me like I am.” You spoke up, your voice silky but full of power. She nodded, keeping the shirt close. The next word that came out of her mouth almost made you shoot her in the face.

  “Hussy.”

  “What did you just call me?” You snapped in reply.

  “Hussy.” She said louder. You grabbed the front of her dress, pulling her to your face.

  “I was assigned to protect Oswald Cobblepot. Not you. Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” You growled. This had Gertrud scared. When you released her she ran straight into the living room, closing the bedroom door. Oswald stood behind you, staring at you with a newfound amusement. His look was one of a protective type.

  “Sorry about that, I have a temper…” You said, putting your hoodie on and turning around.

  “It’s okay, really. I rather enjoyed the show.... Just, be patient with her. She is my mother after all.” He replied in an authoritative tone. You nodded before shoving your hands into your pockets.

  “So now you guys know my big secret.”

  “How about a secret for a secret?” He asked, obviously amused.

  “How do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head sideways.

  “I’ll tell you a secret of mine, to show you, you can trust us with your identity.” He explained, sitting on his bed. You sat on the air matress, looking up at him expectantly. He huffed softly, an evil smile painting his face.

  “People insist on calling me penguin because of my limp… And I’ve set out to kill anyone that does..” He said, a sadistic edge to his voice. Your eyes widened and you looked down.

  “People used to call me Puppy…. On account of how I used to be… Most of them are dead… I very much do like the way you think.” You replied, looking up at him with an evil smile of your own.

  “Maybe we’ll become friends after all…”