Chapter two: the mirror

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by KristinCobblepot1989

by KristinCobblepot1989

Gertrude's POV

I wince as I wake slowly, feeling a chain round my wrist. I gasp as I take in my surroundings: I'm dangling from the rafters above me, a large menacing vat of chemicals below.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAI LOVE TO HEAR THEMMMMMMMMMMMM.......... SCREEEAAAMMMM!!!!"
A strange voice cackles behind me. I turn sluggishly to see a disfigured man in clownish makeup staring at me. "Harley? My beautiful Harley? Is it truly you?" He asks slowly.
"My name is
Gertrude Renne Cobblepot-Nygma."

My response makes him smile bigger (like that was possible. His face was splitting from that grin as it was.)
"COBBLEPOT!? OSWALD COBBLEPOT'S LITTLE GIRL!? OH NOW I HAVE TO MAKE YOU LIKE MEEEEEE!!!!" He cackles.

Suddenly my chain loosens and I'm falling, falling, falling down into the acid. I land with a sickening splashhh! in the chemicals. I fight against the liquid death surrounding me, but it's futile.

I feel myself drown, sinking to the bottom of the tank.

Suddenly a hand pulls me to the surface and I gasp for air as I take in their face.

Oh. My. God.

Uncle Jim?