Gwendolyn Cobblepot is the twin sister to Oswald Cobblepot. Gwendolyn AKA Gwen works for Carmine Falcone as a hitwomen, she works along side her best friend, Victor Zsasz. When Oswald "dies" at the hand of Jim Gordon, Gwen leans on a certain forensi...
I got to my apartment, it wasn't nice but it was good enough for me. I took off my holster and put my guns away in the drawer next to my bed. I went to my kitchen to grab a bottle of wine, I opened the bottle and started downing as much as I could, I guess you could say I have a little bit of a drinking problem. I sat on the edge of my bed and saw my Great Dane, Andromeda, sleeping peacefully in the middle of my bed. Andromeda had a blue coat and brown eyes. I took off my jacket to show my tattoo of the side profile of a puma's head on my shoulder and a white tank top I was wearing. I put my long, black hair in a bun then went back to drinking my wine and petting my peaceful sleeping dog.
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A couple hours went by and it was now dark, my phone went off,
"Gwendolyn Cobblepot?" A man asked over the phone,
"Yes, that's me."
"I am Detective Jim Gordon, can you come down to the precinct to talk about your brother, Oswald Cobblepot?" the man asked,
"I can come down, what has my brother done?" I asked,
"I would just like to talk about him, he hasn't done anything illegal." He said then hung up the phone. I put my black jacket on and grabbed one of my knives and put it in my boot, this is Gotham, you always have to be careful. I got out of my apartment and walked to the precinct which was only a couple blocks away.
I got to the precinct and saw Detective Gordon talking to this tall man with dark brown hair and glasses, he was also wearing a lab coat. I walked up to Gordon's desk,
"What is truly yours but comes from somewhere else? What is very personal but shared with everyone?" The man with glasses asked,
"My name is Gwendolyn Cobblepot." I held out my hand for him to shake, he looked taken aback from how fast I answered his riddle, "What's your name?" I asked with a smile,
"E-Edward Nygma." He looked at my hand hesitant to shake it but he shook my hand, I looked into his deep brown eyes, 'Nygma, you are very interesting indeed,' I thought,
"Ms. Cobblepot, I would like to discuss your brother please," Gordon said, "In private." Gordon directed to Nygma,
"I hope to see you again, Ms. Cobblepot." Nygma said with a slight smile then he walked away with a clipboard in hand,
"Sorry about Ed, he is a little... different." another detective said, "I am Harvey Bullock, Ms. Cobblepot." Bullock said while still sitting at his desk. He has jaw length salt and pepper hair wearing a fedora and a beard. I didn't see anything wrong with Nygma, he seemed charming but I did just meet him for a couple seconds,
"Ms. Cobblepot, please sit." Gordon led me over to a seat near his desk, "I would like to discuss Oswald's work with Fish Mooney."
"Well, he doesn't do a lot, he's just Fish Mooney's umbrella boy." I said putting a strand of my black hair behind my ear,
"Does he like doing that job?" He asked,
"He doesn't like it at all, he'd do anything to get a higher rank or to even be known in Gotham." I said, Gordon nodded his head. I smiled and I felt like I was being watched. I subtly looked down to the lower floor of the GCPD to see Nygma looking at me while he was talking to another officer,
"Ms. Cobblepot, do you think your brother could kill to try to get to the top?" Gordon asked, 'after what I saw today, I'm not sure,' I thought,
"No, my brother would never hurt a fly." I said, I could sense that he thought I was lying,
"I hope you are right, Ms. Cobblepot." Gordon said,
"Please, call me Gwen." I smiled at him, he slightly smiled back, "Is there anything else that you need to ask me, Detective?" I asked,
"That would be all." He motioned his hand for me to leave, I nodded my head and got up from the seat I was in. I walked over to Nygma,
"What does someone else have to take before you can get it?" I asked Nygma,
"A picture." Nygma answered immediately,
"Then I suggest you take one of me so you don't have to always stare." I joked, his face went red from embarrassment,
"I-I-I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, you just intrigue me." He said keeping his face down to hide his embarrassment,
"It's perfectly fine, I was just pulling your leg, Nygma." I laughed, he let out a little snicker then walked away, 'I like that Edward Nygma, he's different from everyone else I've met.' I thought to myself. I walked outside to go back to my apartment.
I started walking and then I felt someone following me. I reached down to look like I was tying my boots then I pulled out my knife and hid it in my jacket sleeve. I still felt the person following me, I turned around, pinned them to a wall then held my knife up to their throat,
