A Psycopath's Doll

A Regret

  You woke up in the same bed as before, Fish Mooney by your side. She was sitting next to you in a black chair. Your left arm was bandages down to the wrist and in a sling, your right hand was in a cast, and both your left cheek and forehead were bandaged.

  “Why were you with Oswald?” She asked, her brow furrowed.

  “I'm his bodyguard.” You replied, coughing. Fish nodded and pulled out her phone, texting something. You caught your breath before the same large man as before walked in with a clear glass of water.

  “Thank you, Butch.” Fish praised, taking the water. Butch nodded and quickly left the room.

  “I have a job to do, Fish.” You said as she helped you take a drink of water.

  “And so do I… Nursing you back to health.” She replied, sitting back down in her chair. You would heal eventually, without being babied.

  “Where's Oswald?” You asked, turning to look at her.

  “I don't know.”

  “Promise me you won't hurt him.” You whispered. Fish’s eyes widened.

  “He tried to kill me… Ruined my empire..” She growled.

  “He's my friend. And I won't let you hurt him.” You said defiantly, sitting up. Fish bit her lip.

  “He's nothing but a lying, thieving, son of a bitch.” She cursed.

  “He's. My. Friend.. And you don’t have any room to talk.” You snarled, beginning to unplug machines from your body. Fish jumped up to stop you.

  “Please try to understand, Puppy.. He ruined me.” She explained. You hissed.

  “And Zsasz didn't ruin me? Under your care?” You spat, pulling out your last IV. That seemed to stop Fish in her tracks.

  “I'm… Sorry..” She whispered, falling back into her seat. Your anger boiled into nothing as you limped to the door.

  “I know you are.” You replied, exiting the room. You limped through a dark hallway, looking for an exit. You felt cold so you looked down to realize you were in a T-shirt and shorts. Only a T-shirts and shorts. Sighing, you finally spotted a light further down the hall. You continued to limp before you turned a corner, an abandoned warehouse. You slipped past men and women chatting into another hallway. At the end of the hall was a door, light pouring in through the seams. You limped to it, using your good hand to turn the knob. You stepped back to pull in and you were finally free. You walked outside, sunlight forcing your eyes to adjust. You recognized the street, you were far outside of Gotham. You stumbled across the street and to a taxi, climbing in.

  “Take me to (Oswald’s apartment address) in Gotham City.” You almost ordered. The taxi driver nodded and started to drive. After a few seconds you fell unconscious once more.

  You woke up to the cab driver shouting at you.

  “Hey!” You opened your eyes.

  “Finally! We’re here! Get out before you die or something!” He yelled. You nodded weakly, how you were even alive baffled you. Slowly, you climbed out of the taxi, closing the door behind you. The taxi driver sped away as you flipped him the middle finger. You guessed he was too scared of you dying to want money. You walked into the building, your limp finally gone. You went to the stairs, leaning your body against the wall as you climbed up. Finally you made it to the third floor and slowly walked down the hallway. When you made it to Gertrud’s apartment, using your slinged hand to knock on the door.

  “What have I told you about showing-?!” Oswald stopped when he looked down at your shorter form. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. You smiled softly as you collapsed forward, letting out a soft gasp. Oswald caught you against his chest, doing his best to pull you into the room. His heart was beating loudly, his chest warm. You felt someone pick you up by your waist, and looked at Oswald. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, how long had you been gone?

  “Who’s this?” The man asked, taking you to Oswald’s bed.

  “A very good friend. Be gentle with her.” Oswald answered as the man set you down. You were grateful that Oswald was offering you his bed.

  “Where are you going to sleep? You look terrible.”

  “Don’t worry about me, (Y/N)... You get some rest.”

  “Well… When I wake up you’re going to get the rest you need.” You said, a small smile growing on his face.

  “Sure thing.” He replied. You blinked as your vision got blurry, you needed sleep. Climbing under the blankets, Oswald tucked you in, allowing you to fall back asleep.