#oswald cobblepot imagine
Imagine Oswald arriving in time to help you…
You were warned against shaking the tree and yet, you ignored them all and enlisted Jim Gordon’s help. It was this err in judgement that now had you limping through an abandoned parking lot.
Your hand was pressed against a hole in your jacket where blood seeped and stained. You were exhausted and all hope of being found faded with each second. As you rounded a pillar, you saw a familiar umbrella and a face that always accompanied it.
“Oswald?” You wondered. How did he know where you were? Limping over, you heard a faint crash from behind. No doubt your pursuers.
Oswald gave you a once over and pursed just lips. “It’s a good thing that Jim came to me when he did. A few hours later and there’d be a vacancy at the GCPD.”
You winced at the ache in your ribs grew. “That means Jim owes you a-“ your eyes felt heavy and legs went numb sending you crashing to the ground. Your ears were ringing and you could feel the vibrations of several footsteps on the ground.
Mustering what little strength you had, you opened your eyes for a few seconds. The thugs - the ones who had put you in this situation - were charging for you.
Your stomach tied into knots and flipped as you waited for the inevitable.
Bang!One of the men dropped to the floor.
Bang! Bang! Two more bodies fell.
It was over and you exhaled as the darkness started invading your senses. Oswald’s shoes came into view and you heard him from somewhere above.
“Jim already owes me many favours. This one’s for you to pay.”
