Oswald watches from the window gazing down at the children playing he would have never suspected Miss falcoon had been building an orphanage none the less it was a bittersweet sight as cobblepot said in a leather chair near the window watching children squeal gleefully as they chased one another it was a reminiscing sight ever more so when his gaze landed on you lonely , sad just like he was Oswald limps to the playground going down the stairs “hey why aren’t you playing with the other kids huh” he said firmly expecting answer