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You were working as a bartender in a small bar in the poor side of Gotham. It was almost 1:00 am, but you needed this night shift. With no other family in the city, work was the only thing to keep your mind from going insane.
You had no friends either. With your pessimistic attitude and different sense of humour, people didn't exactly like you. Sometimes people who went to high school with you, would come to the bar just to make fun of you.
You really were trying to make a life for yourself. Only working at the bar until you could afford to go to college. Everyone else saw you as a bum who is going no where, but then again, when did you care about what others thought.
A bell rang, making you zone back in. You had another costumer, a man about your age who sat in front of you. He wore a fancy suit with his hair gelled like some disco vampires. He was cute in a way, but something seemed off about him. His eyes were puffy and he just looked miserable. That's when you remembered you were staring at him, and he was expecting to be served.
"What can I get you?" You asked him. He looked up at you staring for a second, before shaking his head trying to remember his order. Weird.
"The strongest thing you have please." He said as his head hang low.
"Rough night, huh?" I asked him pouring him some of the strongest scotch.
"You have no idea." He took his drink and chugged it.
"Yah I'm sure someone with your financial status had a terrible night. What, did your butler quit or something?" You laughed a bit. You didn't mean to be rude, you just wanted a conversation and that was the only way you knew how to.
"Ever since my mother was killed, things have just not been the same." Your eyes softened.
"One of those nights? I'll look for something stronger in the back." You said. You came back with some vodka and poured him a glass.
----------------------------------------------
"It's just hard to trust now, you know? With everyone trying to kill you or destroy everything you worked for." He said drinking another glass. You guys have been talking for about two hours, and shift was almost over. He was really drunk and usually you would have just let him leave, but this guy was different. That's when you realized something.
"Hey, uh I never really caught your name."
"Oh yah, I'm Oswald. Oswald Cobblepot." He laughed a bit. "Sorry I just thought you knew that." Duh that's why he seemed so familiar.
"I mean I heard of you, but I didn't think- I mean I-." He just stared at you with a smile. "Never mind, nice to meet you." You felt your face turn red.
"What's your name, or can I just call you beautiful?" He asked. He had to be really drunk if he started hitting on you, but you blushed anyways.
"As much as I would like that, my name is actually Y/N L/N." You laughed.
"Well Y/N is even better." He laughed. You looked at the time and your smile faded.
"Oswald it was nice meeting you, but I'm afraid my shift had ended so I have to go. Do you have a ride, because you are not driving like that." He looked at you with confusion, but then remembered all of the drinks he had. You started walking away taking off your apron, when you felt a hand grab your arm.
"Wait." You looked back at him in disbelief. "I know I'm pretty drunk, but all I know right now is that, well, I have to see you again."
"I'm sure you will feel different in the morni-"
"No, I mean it Y/N. I-" he paused for a second. "Well let me show you." He smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes went wide from surprise, but as much as you wanted, you couldn't deny that this was what you wanted.
You kissed back. It was sweet, but passionate. It went on for a bit, until you pulled apart to breath.
"I think I might believe you Cobblepot, but if you really want to convince me, call me tomorrow" you said writing down your number on a napkin giving it to him.
"Will do beautiful, I mean Y/N." He took the napkin from your hand and it lingered for a sec, until you pulled apart.
"I'll ask again, do you have a ride?"
"I'm not that drun-" you had to cut him off.
"Yes you are, now give me your keys and get in my car, you can send someone to get it in the morning." He was about to object, but the look on your face was sincere and did not look like this was up for debate.
"Anything for you." He said smiling like a goof leaning his chin on his hand, giving you his keys with the other. You just shook your head with a laugh and grabbed his arm, dragging him to your car. You opened the door for him and he practically fell into the seat.
You talked for a bit, asking for directions, and making sure he was okay. After a while it was just silent. Not awkward, but more of a peaceful silence. It was almost 4:00 in the morning, and you were exhausted.
Finally, your car pulled up to his house, or mansion.
"Oswald, Os wake up." You said nudging him on his shoulder. He stirred awake a bit.
"What? Where am I?" He said rubbing his head. You knew he had a hangover.
"I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the bartender, and you were pretty drunk last night-." He interrupted me. Something that has been happening a lot, you noticed.
"Y/N, I remember." He smiled. You looked at him confused.
"You remember me?"
"Somethings are too good to forget." He said, and you could just feel your heart melt. You snapped back to reality and handed him his keys.
"Do you think you can manage from here? Nothing personal, but I'm exhausted and just want to go home."
"Yah don't worry about it." He said getting out of the car. "When can I see you again?"
"Just stop by the bar tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss this more. After all, you still need to get your car." I smiled at him.
"Can't wait." He smiled back.
You drove away with a huge smile on your face. For the first time, you didn't feel so alone in the terrible city.
