A Psycopath's Doll

Fight

Two Weeks Later

  Oswald was starting a war, and he’d go through any means to win. After watching a man violate you he’d lost his mind. Him and his men began killing Maroni’s thugs, friends, and family. It was a bloody war that Detective Gordan was trying to stop. He knocked on Oswald’s front door, after a lot of searching he’d finally tracked Cobblepot down.

  “Penguin! We need to talk.” He called. Two thugs opened the door, allowing Gordan to walk through. One of the thugs closed the doors while the other led the detective to Oswald. He was sitting on his throne, a shotgun against his chair and a crazed look in his eye.

  “Hello, Jim, old friend.”

  “I spoke with Maroni.” Jim replied. Oswald laid a hand on his shotgun.

  “Choose your next words very carefully, Jim.” He warned, mallious in his voice. Jim raised both hands in surrender.

  “He wants this mindless bloodshed to stop.” He explained. Oswald snorted.

  “I don’t have (Y/N).”

  “Maroni is willing-”

  “No, Jim! This war doesn’t stop until I have (Y/N)!” Oswald shouted, standing up. Jim growled lowly, reaching into his belt for his gun.

  “You’re killing innocent people, Penguin!” Jim yelled back, taking a threatening step toward him. Oswald didn’t flinch.

  “I don’t care.”

  “I swear to God, Penguin I will-.”

  “What? Kill me? Many have tried, dear Jim….” Oswald began before he picked up his shotgun and aimed it at Gordan’s chest.

  “Get out. You want this war to end you know how to end it.” He spat. Gordan turned and left Oswald without another word.

A day later

  You opened your eyes to the metallic sound of the door. You laid on your bed, dressed in the same torn shirt and bloodied shorts you’d had on. Your shoulder was infected, and you could feel the infection slowly poisoning you. Your hair was long and tangled, a mess of blood and sweat. The room you were in was grey, a single light bulb hung from the ceiling that lightly illuminated your prison. You were hit with a blinding light as the heavy metal door opened. You weakly covered your eyes against the light.

  “(Y/N)?” A familiar male voice asked.

  “Yeah…?” You croaked.

  “It’s Detective Gordon, can you walk?” He asked, helping you sit up. Slowly you uncovered your eyes, making sure it was really him.

  “No, I can’t..” You replied. He nodded and picked you up, seeming surprised.

  “Have they been feeding you?” Gordon asked, beginning to walk into the light. You covered your eyes again, laying your head against his chest. You thought for a minute as you felt Jim begin to walk faster, not sure where he was taking you. Anything was better then this place.

  “The man who’s supposed to feed me only gives me food when I…” You trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence, and Gordon didn’t push.

  “We’re almost out..” He mumbled.

  “Why are you helping me?” You asked. He was a cop. You didn't mean anything to cops in this city. Jim started running as footsteps ran after you.

  “No..” He whispered, turning a sharp corner. Gunshots filled the air and you began to tremble against Gordan. You opened your eyes as Gordan passed by a familiar laboratory, one that had been used to test you rather then help you.

  “Stop him!” One of Maroni’s thugs yelled, turning the corner after you. You felt Jim run up a couple flights of steps, his speed only shifting slightly. As bullets began ricocheting off the railings and walls Gordan made a split second decision and spun around, throwing himself backwards out of a second story window. You let out a surprised scream and he yelled out in fear. You both landed with a strong thud in the wet dirt, tumbling. You rolled out of Gordan’s arm and into a patch of overgrown bushes. Gordan climbed up, groaning.

  “(Y/N).” He called, putting his hands on his knees.

  “Over here…” You called. He followed the sound of your voice before two large men grabbed his arms, dragging him backwards. He struggled, but the fall had weakened him greatly.

  “No! Just let her go she needs a hospital!” Gordan yelled as another man tossed you over his shoulder. You threw up from pain, just accepting your capture, but Gordan couldn't. He kept fighting for you. As he shouted and struggled as the men took the two of you back to the place you knew as a prison. They carried you into a brightly lit room, tying Gordan to a chair and throwing you on the floor. They left the two of you alone.

  “I'm sorry, (Y/N)...” Gordan apologized. You let out a soft chuckle, crawling to his chair.

  “It was bound to happen… How's Oswald holding up?” You asked him gently. Gordan was surprised; you were more concerned with Oswald then yourself even when dying.

  “Penguins terrible. He's using every resource he has to find you..” Gordan explained. You nodded.

  “When you see him again… You'll tell him… I love him.. And that he's the best friend I've ever had?” You asked, hoping he would.

  “You can tell him yourself.. As soon as we get out of here..” He assured you, struggling against his bonds. A minute later the door opened and Maroni stepped in, looking like absolute crap.

  “What the hell, Gordan?” Maroni asked.

  “You need to let (Y/N) go, she needs a hospital.”

  “You know I can’t do that..”

  “If she dies Penguin will hunt you down and gut you like an animal… But you already know that.” Gordan explained.

  “She’s too valuable to the research we’re doing here.” Maroni explained. Gordan was confused, what was Maroni up to?

  “Research?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

  “She’s special… A normal human would have died weeks ago.” Maroni explained. You just narrowed your eyes.

  “She's just a woman with professional training… Let her go.” Gordan begged. Maroni sighed, knowing if he kept the woman he would be killed.

  “Fine… Take her to the brothels..”