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Toxic

[Dark!Ed, Stalker!Oswald]

He couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, no matter how hard he tried. He glanced around a few times, not seeing anybody. Wait, there was something. Behind one of the trees, it looked like a piece of black fabric. A sadistic smile passed onto Ed's face as he turned his attention away from the person that had been following him. He'd find out who they were sooner or later.

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Oswald held his breath as he walked down the street. Dark skies and almost silent streets were never a good thing, but they were worse when you had previously been following a murderer. He stopped under a lamppost and checked the time on his watch. It was late, a lot later than he had expected. Oswald glanced around the street, swearing he saw someone staring at him out of one of the car windows. When he stared at the car, nobody was there.

He continued walking, knowing that the cold air was going to irritate his ankle even more. Gentle, warm breaths fell out of his mouth as his journey home felt even more uneasy. Something didn't feel right. No matter how hard he tried, something felt wrong.
"Excuse me, can I trouble you for some directions?" A voice called out from behind him. He heard footsteps rush to his side. "I'm terribly sorry for stopping you. I was just on my way home from the hospital, but I got a bit lost." Oswald would be more than happy to help if his paranoia didn't make him tense.

"Uh, sure. Whereabouts are you trying to go?" Oswald turned around and saw that his fear had been over nothing. The person in front of him just seemed like an old man who had genuinely gotten lost. "We're currently on Bradford Street if that's any constellation." The old man seemed to think for a second. Surely someone would know where they lived. "I don't believe you ever told me where you were trying to go." Oswald smiled calmly, feeling himself relax ever so slightly.

"Sorry, sorry, this old brain of mine must have forgotten you asked." The old man smiled, making Oswald just nod slowly. "I live on Ninth Avenue, just outside of the Narrows. I think I took a wrong turn back at the plaza." Oswald had to think. He knew Gotham like the back of his hand, he had lived here all of his life. Ninth Avenue could be reached, but it was quite the walk.

"Well, I think the only way I remember is, you take a left down there, keep on walking straight until you come across Bradford Road, and turn right until you come up to the Close. Then, from there you want to take a left onto Marginal Street, and then continue walking on Marginal Street and you'll find Ninth Avenue." Oswald traced out with his finger as he spoke as if seeing a mental map as to where he was directing the man to. "It's longer than it sounds. Marginal Street doesn't seem to end." He gave a nervous laugh. "I wish you luck on your journeys."

"Thank you, young man." The older gent gave Oswald a wide smile. "It's very rare you'll find anybody nice enough to hand out directions like that. Safe travels." The old man took off down the street and Oswald just watched. Gentle breezes danced around him until the man was out of sight. He took in a deep breath and continued walking down the path.

"That way leads to Ninth Avenue Square." A bone-chilling voice said, forcing Oswald to freeze. He recognized that voice, he could never forget it. A voice that he had longed to hear say his own name. "You could have just sent that poor man to his death bed. After all, Marginal Street isn't the nicest road to walk on." He didn't want to turn around and see the person speaking to him. "If you're going to give directions to people, at least give them the right ones." There was something against his back, and then a hand found it's way around his mouth. "You have one of two choices. Come willingly, or we can have some fun."

Oswald couldn't answer due to the hand around his mouth. He could barely breathe, and he felt a heavy state of panic fill him. "Screw it, I wanna have fun." Before he could think a second thought, the item against his back was gone and something struck him over the back of his head, sending him to the floor passed out. "Goodnight." He mumbled, picking up Oswald's body and slowly dragging him towards his car.