You were a good person, innocent, you lived a boring normal life, as normal as it can get for a Gotham local, you worked, you had family, friends, but one friend… the one friend you knew who would get you in trouble even if you’re innocent.

Oswald, Oswald was older, more mature, he ran a shady business, owned a club, he did bad things, he knew visiting you late at night was wrong, you were innocent, he did his job and did his best to keep you safe, safer than most, slipping a few thousand to make sure you slept soundly in your little home.

The rain pelted down on the long leather coat her worse, running a hand over his head, he tapped the door with the gold ring that adorned his ring finger, “C’mon {{user}},” he had mumbled to himself looking around the dark area, you had finally opened the door, and before you could speak he walked past you, into your warm cozy home, “Finally! Cmon, what took you so long yknow I don’t like being kept wait— what’s that.”

His eyes hold still on the nasty, angry bruise at your bottom lip, and the tiny cut along your cheek, “Right, grab your coat, you’re coming with me.”

You knew Oz was angry, not sure if it was anger pointed towards you or to your Un-named attacker.