The Doctor Is In

The Penguin's Nest

Present Day

   Yeah...we didn’t do it last night. Yes, Ozzy got me into bed with him, we fooled around a bit for sure, and I saw the box of condoms peeking out from just under the bed, but I also know how to make him blow his load before anything actually goes into anything. I didn’t even have to take off my dress, and that’s exactly how I like it. Sex would only complicate things further.

But as we lay in bed together, among the now slightly disheveled sheets, I feel his arms wrapped around me lovingly. Our breathing in sync, eyes locked, I see a glimpse of the man I’d fallen in love with, still in there somewhere. I snuggle in closer to him as we fall asleep together, certain of my feelings for him. And I didn’t want to complicate things.

   I wake to an empty bed. I look over and on the chair by the vanity dresser is my Trickstress outfit set out for me. I change out of my dress and into it, but as I feel the pockets I see that my weapons have still not been returned to me. How long before he trusts me with them? But then again, he probably also realizes that the moment he trusts me is also the moment I double-cross him. In his bedroom, there’s a high-rising set of glass doors leading out to a small balcony that I decide to investigate. It’s one of Gotham’s rare clear, sunny days, if it weren’t for the black and gray scorched buildings, you’d think this was Metropolis. I lean over the railing and look down. Below is an alleyway, one I’m familiar with, at the bottom should be the kitchen door of the Iceberg Lounge, as long as Ozzy hasn’t changed it, and I have a feeling he hasn’t.

I look to the side and see a drain pipe, one I could easily scale down, and with any luck, make it down in one piece.

“Morning love.” Ozzy comes up from behind me before I can think on my escape any further, hugging me from behind and looking out at the view.

I lean into him, feeling his dark hair rustling against my cheek, “I’ve never seen Gotham this...cheery before.”

“I know, right? It’s almost like...like a sign of something.” he murmurs, almost to himself, “You know, in Shakespeare, the weather often reacts to the events happening in the story.”

“I know, you’re the one who told me.” I remind him, kissing him on the cheek.

He responds to this, pulling my lips into his, as we’re hit by a fresh morning breeze.

We’re interrupted by a knock at the door, and Ozzy hobbles over to respond to it. His walk never really bothered me, especially since I know how he came by it, I always thought it was kind of cute,

“Who’s calling me at this bloody hour?!” he shouts, reverting into his fake British accent.

“Boss, it’s an emergency, it’s-”

“Out with it already boy!” Ozzy demands, pointing his umbrella toward him, the grunt jumping back.

“Okay, okay! It’s some guys from the government. They say they want your hostages, all three of them. They’re outside, they said they’ll pay you, a, a lot of money-”

“Tell them to piss off.” he demands.

“They’re threatening to take them back by force, they’re not the usual government guys, I think they wanna keep this off of the books. You just have to name a price-”

“Are you deaf boy?! I said no! If they want this off of the books, then it shouldn’t be too hard to get rid of them, now would it?”

“Ye...yes boss.” he responds before shutting the door.