Oswald Cobblepot Imagines

Savant Syndrome (2/?)

Title - Savant Syndrome
Part(s) - (2/?)
Type - n/a
Word Count - 1,447
Synopsis - Miscellaneous events between Oswald and the reader.

(Y/n) had been sitting next to Oswald in his lounge as he dealt with the Sirens and a gang leader bickering. She and Oswald were having a pleasant conversation when the four of them barged into the room with complaints. (Y/n) really had no choice but to sit back and watch it unfold. "Nobody steals from the Demons, Mr. Penguin," The burly man ranted. "Who do I pony up for a licence if some crook can just swoop in and rip off our swag?"

"Your swag might as well have been a lollipop in a baby's hand." Tabitha backfired as Oswald sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You admit it! She admits it, Mr. Penguin!" He accused.

"Oswald, let's say we'll resolve this like professionals," Barbara offered. "The ladies and I will take out the rest of these so called 'Demons' and split their goods with you 50-50." (Y/n) watched as Mr. Penn sped into the room to Oswald and whispered something in his ear.

"What?" He exclaimed making everyone look at him in surprise, (y/n) having to lean away from Oswald to avoid getting hit when he spun to look at the timid man. He seemed to be hysterical about the newly found information as his breathing became uneven. "Sorry, dear," He apologized laying his shaky hand on her shoulder before motioning to the others in the room. "Repeat that for my guests."

"Ed Nygma," Began Mr. Penn. "Who owes his life to Mr. Cobblepot's mercy, is repaying that generosity by aping his benefactor in a crude... " He paused to find the right words. "Commedia dell'arte!" All but two of them looked at him in confusion. There was a few seconds of silence before (y/n) clarified.

"Ed's making fun of Oswald in the Narrows."

"Thank you!" Oswald said and rubbed his forehead. (Y/n) put on a look of confusion when she saw Selena start to laugh, the others following soon after. The dark skinned man started walking towards Oswald and (y/n) with an odd look on his face as he chuckled.

"Pretty funny. The Riddler's throwin' a Penguin act." Oswald let out laugh and (y/n) watched as he grabbed his knife and impaled him in the throat.

"That is not his name! His name is Ed, playing dumb Ed." He pulled out the knife, "And you don't know him, so you don't get to laugh." He then went over to the counter and rested his arm on it behind (y/n). She watched the gang leader bleed out as the others continued with their discussion. She was pulled out of her thoughts, however, when she heard a door close. "Penn will put you in contact with my Narrows informer. If those three do not have Ed in hand promptly, you will go down there and burn them all to cinders." He told Firefly.

"What about 'feeding them their eyes' and all that?"

"Trust me, it's a great idea, but far too messy to be practical." Oswald walked back over to (Y/n) as the two others left.

"You spare his life and he just mocks you." She said with disappointment. Oswald just sighed trying to calm himself down. He downed the rest of his drink and ran a hand over his face. "Why don't you do some paperwork to get your mind off of it?" (Y/n) suggested gently. Taking the empty glass with him he walked over to his office in the lounge, (y/n) soon following with a sigh.

"If I could just find the papers." He mumbled while searching the room.

"Bottom right drawer in your desk." He opened the said drawer and took out the papers with a small 'thank you', sitting down and starting to work. "I would suggest ordering five more stocks of alcohol and one more stock of glasses and cups," Oswald scribbled down what she said without a second thought. "Your electrical expenses were paid last week and your water bill," She pulled a sheet of paper from the stack and set it on top. "Came in yesterday at 10:36 in the morning. It increased by two percent. Now, for your sake, I'm going to take 54 percent of this," She grabbed half of the stack. "And help you." Oswald looked at her like a deer in the headlights. "Don't even try to argue, you need the help." (Y/n) retorted and sat in the chair across from his at the desk.

"How many glasses do you think are broken per week?" Oswald watched as she stared off for a couple of seconds.

"About six." He had a look of irritation. "Then again, you're dealing with drunk people dancing. I'd say that's pretty good for being drunk." (Y/n) chuckled along with Oswald. The work was soon finished. Oswald still felt guilty for having (y/n) work on something that was his responsibility. After she had left he sat silently at his desk, staring at the surface of it in thought with his head resting in the palm of his hand. He couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious. Not only did he have to worry about Sofia, but now he had (y/n), as well. Oswald was disrupted from his thoughts when Victor entered the room. "What is it, VIctor?" Oswald said in annoyance.

"I believe this is (y/n)'s," He said placing a silver watch on the desk. "I found it on one of the tables." Oswald gently grabbed the watch and examined it.

"It appears so."

"Do you want me to return it to her now, or... ?"

"That won't be necessary," He finally looked up at Victor. "I'll return it the next time I see her." Victor nodded and left the room to leave Oswald by himself again.

(Y/n) was in the G.C.P.D the next day filing papers that were recently added to the increasing pile. She had music playing softly in the background as she worked, humming and swaying every now and then.

"You know, for someone with an excellent memory I find it strange that you would leave something behind." (Y/n) jumped in surprise startled by the sudden intrusion. She turned and saw Oswald standing in the doorway with a smirk, leaning on his cane for support as usual. He had the watch in his other hand hanging from the tips of his fingers. Handing it to her, he offered a smile.

"I was going to swing by after work and pick it up." (Y/n) slipped the watch onto her wrist. "How did you know I was here?" She asked curiously.

"I know people."

"Both good and bad." (Y/n) added making him chuckle. "Don't you think the others would find it suspicious of you being here?"

"Yes, but I came alone and unarmed. Well, partially." He added motioning to his cane. "Though, I must admit," He paused for a second. "I didn't expect you to work here of all places."

"Why?"

"You just don't seem like the kind of person who would work at a police department."

"Well, all I really do is organize files, keep track of records and fetch papers for people."

"Which can have some perks." Oswald implied with a smirk.

"True." There was a moment of silence.

"Well, I should really be leaving," He was about to turn and leave when (y/n)'s voice stopped him.

"It's fine, really. You're not being a bother." She said with a hint of nervousness.

"Thank you, but I have a lot of 'business' to attend to." He declined. She made an "o" with her mouth and fidgeted with her fingers.

"Well, it was nice seeing you," She said with a smile which he returned before leaving. (Y/n) stared at the doorway for a minute or so before returning to filing papers.

"I see you've met Penguin." A scratchy voice noted.

"I have, and... ?"

"Just be careful around him. He's a notorious criminal, there's no telling what he can do to you."

"I appreciate your concern, Jim, but why do you even care?" (Y/n) questioned turning to face him.

"We lose enough cops to criminals as it is, let alone conversing and visiting with one. If you're caught hanging out with one they will get suspicious."

"Let them. And I'm not even cop, I just work in the backrooms. I'm not going to ignore him or treat him any different just because of his reputation. He's a person, too. He has feelings just like you do." (Y/n) argued starting to get irritated.

"Just be careful." Was all Jim said before leaving the room.