LUNATICS || Gotham²

12 || What Did You Do?

"Wakey, Wakey, Ozzie." I knocked my knuckles against the metal door that obstructed my path, my voice laced with menace. The faint gasp that followed made me chuckle. Some things never change.

The guard unlocked the door and let me in. A cold draft hit me as I stepped inside, making me shiver slightly.

Oswald was sitting upright on his bed, wide-eyed and tense. He looked at me with suspicion and bitterness, probably expecting me to cause him trouble. "What do you want?" He spat, glancing nervously at the guard who stood at the door frame.

I smirked, strolling over and plopping beside him on the bed. "Jerome told me you said no." An exhausted sigh escaped my parted lips.

He scoffed annoyedly. "You're here to try to change my mind and join him?" We stared at each other, and I lifted an eyebrow expectantly, almost wishing he would say that. "My answer is still no."

I chuckled. "Okay. I wanna know why." His bright blue eyes stared at my brown ones, wary and calculating. He didn't talk at first, and that intensified the idea that he knew something I didn't. My head cocked, waiting expectantlyt. "Who are you escaping with?"

There was a short silence before he whispered a name I never thought he would. "The Riddler."

"What?" My mouth seemed to run dry, and my heart skipped a beat. "Ed?"

"He's breaking me out." He whispered in a low, nearly inaudible. Yet, there was flicker of doubt in his eyes as if didn't fully believe his words. He swallowed thickly, blinking quickly and looking away from me. "I know he will."

The silence that preceded was deafening. Edward was helping him? "I thought he hated you," I whispered. My heart hurt remembering all the trouble they had gone through together. "How did you get him to forgive you?"

"He didn't," Oswald replied bluntly, making my head snap up, calling my focus to him. I looked at him, confusion etched on my expression. "He's helping me destroy Sofia Falcone."

"Sofia Falcone?" I frowned, trying to recall if I had ever heard about her – No. "How many freaking Falcones are there?"

A disdainful scoff escaped him as he rolled his eyes with annoyance. "I don't even want to know." He muttered, then smirked with a gleam of sadistic satisfaction. "All I know is that Sofia is going to pay for betraying me and for keeping me away from Martín."

"Martín?" I questioned whilst knitting my eyebrows together. "Who the hell is that?"

"Do you ever shut up?" Oswald replied, raising an eyebrow, clearly exasperated. My jaw dropped in offense, making him chuckle humorously. "Well, how many more questions are you planning to ask?"

I crossed my arms, glaring. "I've been stuck in here for what seems forever." I shot back, huffing with vexation. "I feel entitled to ask a couple million questions."

Oswald stared at me unimpressed but then let out a reluctant sigh and explained. Martín, he said, was a young boy he had befriended at an orphanage. They became close buddies, and Oswald had taken him under his wing, mentoring him on how to defeat his enemies. That was until Sofia stepped into the picture, kidnapping him and using him as leverage. Oswald had faked his death and sent him away to keep him safe.

As he finished his story, a genuine smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

He looked at me, narrowing his eyes. "What?"