Best Worst Mistake - Nygmobblepot

Fate

"Artie."

"It's... Arthur."

"You're holding a doll." I chuckle.

"It's not a doll. It's a dummy." He corrects. I just, I can't.

"Oh, this is great." Edward says sarcastically. "I'm going back to work."

"Excuse me you're saying he made you come here?" The doll made him come here?

"Mr. Scareface is very persuasive." Penn says seriously. I laugh at the absurdity of a doll being persuasive.

"Persuasive?" I ask.

"He made me tell him about your..." He leans in. "Treasure." He says quietly.

"Penn..." I put my hand on his shoulder as I contemplate what to say for a second. Clearly he's not in his right mind and I can't have Edward getting any ideas about stealing my shiny things, my gold.

"I think you need a rest. And perhaps a psychiatrist. Than we can discuss you resuming your former duties." I take my hand off his shoulder and turn my back to him and take a few steps. "Obviously, I won't pay you for the time you were gone."

"Shout your pinhole!" A deep voice I have never herd the likes of shouts from behind me. I turn around dumbfounded and shocked to see it's the very doll it's self. The audacity of what it said. "This the one you were telling me about? Punk who thinks he's in charge?" "Yes, sir." Penn reply's. "That's Mr. Cobblepot." He than confirms.

"Oswald, if you don't make him leave, I will." Edward says from across the room and I think we can finally agree on something.

"Yeah" I say agreeing with Edward.

"No one's going anywheres. Penn, show these dewdroppers we're serious." It sounds like an old mobster. "Forgive me." Penn pulls out a small gun from the dummy's pocket and aimes it at Dale and he shots. The loud noise rings in my ears, sets off my self preservation. Dale cries out than falls to the checkered floor with a thud. The blood starts to spill out of his motionless body and on to the floor. I raise my hands out of shock and defence.

"Now, let's talk turkey... turkeys."

"Hand over the heaters!" The doll demands. "If you don't mind." Penn says after.

"Mr. Penn, can't we just talk this through?" I ask taking step near to him, when the gun is shot at my feet just missing me and the gunshot rings in my ears as I jump back.

"Get back!" "I'm so sorry." Penn says genuinely. Edward steps up to Penn's now empty briefcase and places his gun in it.

"Least tell me what happened after Haven." I put my hands towards Penn. "Help me to understand... this." Penn looks to the dummy and Mr. Scareface eyes move to look at Penn.

"Go on. Sing your song." "After I was shot... I woke up in the GCPD morgue. I was alone. I patched my wounds as best I could and crawled out. I hid in a store. An abandoned magic shop. That's where Mr. Scareface found me." "And he told me all about you." I open my mouth but no words can come out. "How you used him. Chewed him up and spat him out. Treated him like a palooka!"

"That's a lie!" I defend myself. Turning to face Edward.

"Oh, please, Oswald. It's what you do." Ed says. I face back to Penn.

"Arnold... Arthur. What do you want?"

"I don't want anything. But, Mr. Scareface, well... he wants your treasure. And... to be boss." That's absurd a doll sitting on throne king of Gotham. So absurd that I can't help but laugh.