Oswald Cobblepot Imagines

Savant Syndrome (3/?)

Title - Savant Syndrome
Part(s) - (3/?)
Type - n/a
Word Count - 3,135
Synopsis - Oswald and the reader prepare for and go to Sofia's banquet.

(Y/n) was working late at the G.C.P.D to keep up with her papers. She had been recently distracted and it confused her. Music was playing in the background again to keep her mind focused on her work instead of her thoughts. When she was heading towards one of the offices she heard voices. Debating on whether or not she should investigate, curiosity got the best of her and she pressed her ear against the office door.

Meanwhile, Oswald was in his father's mansion which he now could proudly call his own. He was sitting on the living room couch in front of the warm fire, staring at the flames in thought. Why was (y/n) being so nice to him? Should he be worried about her, Sofia, or both? Were they working together? These questions and suspicions invaded his mind. He was paranoid, to say the least. Was he overthinking things? Maybe this was their plan, he thought. To confuse him and mess with his head. He took a deep breath and leant forward to rest his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. It wasn't until a couple of hours later that he was able to retire for the night.

"Mr. Cobblepot," A familiar voice spoke. The person then started to gently shake him awake. "Mr. Cobblepot?" Oswald opened his eyes and looked at who disturbed him from his sleep.

"Penn, what are you doing in my room?" He asked in an annoyed tone and rubbed his eyes.

"Sir, it's eleven in the morning." Oswald stopped rubbing and his eyes widened. Suddenly, he shot up from where he lay on the bed and grabbed his robe. "And Ms. (y/l/n) is here, sir." Penn added timidly. Oswald paused and stared at him.

"Where is she?"

"She's waiting in the living room."

"Tell her that I'll be there in a few minutes." Penn quickly left the room and shut the door.

"He said he'd be out in a few."

"Is he alright?" (Y/n) asked worriedly.

"I couldn't tell you. All I know is that he overslept." He then left the room leaving (y/n) by herself. She awkwardly looked around the room before spotting a few pictures above the fireplace. She recognized them as Oswald, some where he was a child, some he was a baby. There weren't any when he was a teenager, though. She smiled to herself as she looked at them, wondering what he was like back then.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Said man spoke from behind her. She turned to look at him in alarm. "I overslept by accident; it seems my alarm wasn't set up properly." He lied with ease.

"It's fine. It's not exactly an urgent matter, anyways."

"What is it that you needed, dear?"

"I just need to talk to you about something, is all."

"Absolutely," He walked over to the couch and sat down with her.

"I was working late at the police department yesterday to keep my files up to date." (Y/n) started. "I was walking to one of the offices to drop off a file, but I heard voices coming from one of the rooms, they sounded like Sofia and Jim." She watched as Oswald's eyes widened, his expression turning into one of anger and betrayal.

"What were they talking about?" He urged in a quieter tone, though it was laced with anger.

"I only heard bits and pieces. I heard your name a few times, the word 'army' a couple of times, as well. All I know is that she's planning something. From what was said, I know she's trying to win over Jim to use the G.C.P.D against you." He looked off to the side at the floor, holding the same expression. "I knew there was a reason to be suspicious about her. How dare she go behind my back!" Oswald abruptly stood up. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to the banquet, and not just for Martin."