Cruel Love (Gotham/Oswald CobblepotFanFic)

PART 2: Cobblepot's Enemy

(This is just a short intro for the second book which I have decided to add to this one, so here is Part 2 to Cobblepot's Spy ....Cobblepot's Enemy)

Life could never be better. Wind rushing through my hair, my ankle leangth leather jacket whipping in the wind as I jumped building to building, my hair hitting my face. Ever since I left Gotham- at first I tried not to think about it, it was harder than you could imagine. I finally was able to forget all I could thanks to myself. But, there was only one person I couldn't get off my mind.

Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot.

But, right now I had bigger problems than my ex.

I ran as fast as I could across buildings, jumping and climbing, I jumped across from the hotel to the bar and turned back to look. He was gone, I took some steps back and turned to run but he was there and grabbed me by the arm before I could take off "Let go!"

"This seems all too familiar. Nessy, you need to come back to Gotham."

I tugged and was pretty sure I wanted to try to naw my arm off like a animal in a trap. I looked up at him "Gotham doesn't need me Zsasz" I said and finally tugged away my arm before glaring at him "Defend her yourself."

He rolled his eyes "That is the problem. Everything was going great when you were there-"

"I killed ...I-" I stopped before turning away "I can't go back. I don't think I ever can."

"You have to. Look I hate to admit it but Cobblepot ...he looks rough without you" he said

I sat down of the roof "As soon as I saw you down in the bar, I fled. Doesn't that tell you anything?" I asked as I looked up at him from where I sat "I'm happy here. Happy, happy, happy. Leave me be."

He stared down at me "At least come and visit. A lot of people are missing you" he said as he turned to walk off, I turned away and looked below me atthe people passsing by "Just remember. I came all the way to Central City to see you, Nessita."

When I turned around to snap at him he was gone.

Life is weird. Like can be awkward. But my life at the moment was not happiness.

My small apartment barely held a bed, I ate take out food everyday and I make money as a bouncer at a bar -which was hard when all the drunks are taller and stronger than you are- I sat on my bed and looked out the small window at the town knowing how much I missed Gotham, how much Imissed everyone.

I sighed "Damnit. Screw it" I said and took out my duffel bag, a year away and I can't stay away from Gotham. It's time to go home.

Home.

That sounds nice. As long as I can stay away from Oswald and the rest maybe I can actually live life like I always wanted.

Normal.