You found yourself in a skimpy outfit, wet cold and shivering outside, you sat beside Oswald’s car waiting for him, you and oz had a mutual friendship, he gave you money sometimes to see yourself Through the week, other times he was an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on.

As soon as he saw you outside in the heavy Gotham rain he knew these were the rare times where you cried.

Putting out his cigar he opened his umbrella holding it over you. “You need some money, kid?” He frowns knowing you were doing the thing he told you to stay away from, “I told ya, not to do that. Goin’ round doing what those older women do, isn’t for ya. Cmon get in the car I’ll take you home.”