A Psycopath's Doll

Worth

  You opened your eyes, blinding white light making you move your arm over your face. You looked around.. A hospital? You covered your eyes when you couldn't stand the burning. Rhythmic beeping and almost inaudible talking filled your ears.

  “Miss (L/N)?” A strong, older sounding voice asked.

  “Huh?” You replied groggily.

  “Miss (L/N), I'm detective Bullock.. I'd like to ask you about Detective Gordon shooting you in the shoulder.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Did he do it in self defense?”

  “Yeah… I had my… Gun raised.. I would have shot him… I thought he was one of the men.. That had tried to kill us.”

  “Men who tried to kill you?”

  “Someone was shooting at us… Hit the driver and… We went off the bridge.”

  “That's what Penguin said…”

  “Is he safe? Could you send him in?”

  “Yeah..” Bullock said, footsteps receded out of the room before offbeat ones walked in. Someone grabbed your hand.

  “(Y/N) are you okay?” Oswald asked.

  “I'm fine, I'm a bodyguard… Speaking of bodyguard… You'll need to get another one.. My hand is broken and I can't feel my left arm.” You groaned, uncovering your eyes. The burning from the light came back but you fought it until your eyes were completely adjusted. You forced yourself to sit up, difficult because you couldn't feel one arm and the hand on your opposite arm was broken. Oswald had a white bandage around his head.

  “I will be fine.. I'll find someone to guard us both.”

  “It's best if we kept this strictly business…”

  “But, I thought..” He looked down, gulping slightly. He'd become infatuated with you in just a short amount of time, you'd saved his life after all and you were his friend.

  “I do like you, but… We're dangerous people..” You insisted.

  “No, we're the perfect team. I've got the mastery to be the brains, and you have the skills and the brawn… We could rule Gotham together.”

  “Oz..”

  “Please, (Y/N).” He begged. You thought about it. He was cold, but warm hearted, evil yet loving, he was maniacal and considerate… He was a stone, but still he was gentle.

  “Okay.” You uttered. Just then the detective from before ran into the room.

  “We need to get you out of here.” He said, helping you up from the bed. Oswald pulled the IV out, you couldn’t feel a thing. You could barely stand let alone walk. Bullock found a wheelchair, letting you sit down. He began running you around hallways followed by a limping Oswald. You grabbed Bullock's gun, gaining full and painful control over your left arm. A man peeked through a doorway with a machine gun pointed right at you. Two shots through the cracked door took him down. A few men ran out and hid in front of you, forcing Bullock to stop and pull back. Oswald looked around for anymore company.

  “Push me as hard as you can.” You ordered, looking forward.

  “I can't push a lad-”

  “Do it!” You yelled. Bullock shook his head but obeyed, shoving you forward as hard as he could. You coasted as the men raised their guns. At the last moment you turned, flipping the chair at two men. You shot at another man, a bullet grazing your shoulder as you killed him. You yelled out as you hit the ground, pushing yourself up. A man came behind you, using his gun to strangle you. You kicked at his legs, but his stance was unbreakable. You desperately gasped for air, your vision darkening. You tried one last desperate attempt to break loose but failed. A gun went off behind you and the man holding you collapsed. You fell forward, coughing loudly. Oswald rushed to your side, laying the gun down. He pulled your wheelchair over and picked you up, setting you in it. You held your shoulder, completely dizzy. Bullock finished off those who were hiding before taking control of the wheelchair and darting to the emergency exit. You all ran to a police car, nearly jumping in. Another man jumped in and started the vehicle.

  “Jim, they’re coming!” Oswald yelled, bullets shattering the glass behind you. Instinctively you jumped on top of him to block the bullets. You groaned loudly at your sudden movement. Jim drove away quickly, Bullock firing back at those who were shooting. Your breathing was labored as you struggled to keep your stance. Oswalds arms circled your waist, forcing you down.

  “I am heavier than you. Let go.” You groaned. Oswald shook his head, keeping his grip on you tight. Bullet's still pelleted the car as Jim almost flipped it in a fast turn.

  “You are losing too much blood. If you get shot again you won't survive.” He insisted. You sighed loudly as the bullets stopped as quickly as they had started. You breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at Oswald. Your smile was short lived as a truck hit the car from behind you. Oswald grunted as you were thrown into the door, which popped open. Half of your body fell out as the car skidded to a halt. You screamed at the road rash collecting on your shoulder and face. When the car finally stopped you had tears in your eyes. You weakly climbed out of the car, shaking Oswald awake.

  “B-Bullock. G-Gordon.” You groaned. You could feel the blood running down your arm and face as you pulled Oswald up. You dizzily leaned on the car as he tried to shake Bullock awake. You grabbed Oswald, pinning him in between the car and yourself. You hugged him as you pushed him down and under the car. In a few seconds clanking footsteps walked to the car, grabbing your legs. You yelped as someone grabbed your ankle, dragging you back.  You’d taken all the pain you could, beginning to cry. You nearly threw up as they dragged you around a corner. You looked up, your breathing labored.

  “(Y/N)..” Said a weak, familiar female voice. You looked around and your eyes landed on Fish Mooney.

  “F-F-ish..” You whispered. She kneeled down beside you.

  “If she dies I’m going to have your heads thrown into the river. You save-.” Her voice faded out as you fell into the cold clutches of sleep.