Your P.O.V
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming!" I yell at the person constantly pounding on my apartment door. It's 1:45 am and all I want to do is sleep. I've had such a long day. I just want to rest and this person is being an asshole! I mean hasn't this person heard of common courtesy! If it's one of my drunk neighbour's I swear to God I'm going to flip out! I flicked the hallway light on, unlocked the deadbolt and flung the door open. "What the hell do you ... Oswald?" My voice went from angry to shocked. There stood my best friend hunched over slightly all disheveled with eyes red and tear stained cheeks.
"I'm sorry I know it's late ... I just didn't know where else to go." He started to sob. "Hey, hey it's ok." I pull him into a hug. "Why don't you come in and I'll make some tea and then you can tell me what's wrong." I rubbed his back trying to sooth him. He agreed with a nod. I pulled away from the hug and invited him in. Once inside I shut the door and lead him into the living room, then I headed to the kitchen.
At first he was a little hesitant to talk but once he started there was no stopping him. He tried his best to explain the many events leading up to tonight but I could tell he was trying to hold back tears. Constantly pausing to collect himself before he continued. It broke my heart to see him like this.
I already knew about his criminal status as King of Gotham, so I think that made it a little easier for him to talk about it. He told me how these two siblings, the Galavans I think. And how they blackmailed him then later kidnapped his mother. He thought he had the upper hand but Butch betrayed him and then they killed his mother in his arms. I wanted to cry right then and there.
Oswald and I grew up together and his house was like a second home to me and she was a second mother. I wanted to cry out so bad but I can't. I have to be there for Oswald. I can't imagine the pain he is in right now. She was like my mother but she was his mother. So I just have to stifle the sobs and not let a tear fall. No matter how red my eyes get or how sore my throat is. We stayed up and talked until 3:00am. I could tell he was just so emotionally drained. I gave him a few blankets so he could sleep on the couch. He wanted to leave to avoid giving me any trouble but I insist that he stayed. I gave him another hug and went to bed. I can't believe she's gone.
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I very slowly put the tray in the over. Trying not to make too much noise. Oswald was still sleeping and I didn't want him to wake up just yet. I honestly couldn't sleep last night. My mind and emotions were just racing. But I got to mourn her in private and in my own way.I spent the rest of the night reminiscing and that's when I got this idea. When we were kids we would always have breakfast at his house on Saturdays. She would always make mix berry buns. It's like a cinnamon bun but instead of cinnamon in the bun she would put her homemade mix berry jam. It was the best! And when we got older she would let us help. I'm happy that she did that to. I hope Oswald doesn't get mad that I'm making this. He still might be very emotionally raw and people act differently in that state. It's going to take a long time for him to heal but I'm hoping that this will help a little. I also thought it was a good way to celebrate her life.
"Good morning." Oswald said gravely getting up from the couch and stretching. "Morning. Do you want some coffee?" I asked with a small smile hoping he'll be in a somewhat good mood, well in a good mood as one can be while mourning. "Yes please." He said politely sitting at the kitchen island. I made him a coffee and handed it to him, and that's when the timer went off. I turned around and opened the oven. I waited a few seconds for the heat to fan out. "That smells good. What are you cooking?" I just laughed. You seriously don't recognize the smell? We've only made it about a million times. I took the buns out of the oven and set them down on the island counter in front of Oswald. "Oh my God you didn't." He said with a smile. Oh good he likes it. "I just thought it would be a good way to celebrate her." I smiled at him. Oswald looked back down at the pastries and smiled but then I noticed a few tears fall down his cheek. "Oswald I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." I worryingly explain putting my hand on his. "No. No. It's quite alright. I love it actually." He chuckles a little whipping away the tears. I couldn't help but feel warm inside. "Well I'll get you a plate then."
"I know what your thinking you know." I state as we start digging into breakfast. "Oh yeah what's that?" He smiles. "Your planning on killing those people." "I have to Y/n. They have to pay for what they did ... Please don't try to talk me out of it." "I'm not going to. I've known you for far too long to do that, but I also knew you were going to go on the war path ... And I want to help." I smile at him before taking a sip of coffee. His face turned stern. "No your not! If they killed you I don't know what I would do. Your all I have left." Oswald spoke worryingly.
"I know but she was like a second mother to me and those bastards need to pay. And besides I don't think you would let that happen to me. And if it's meant to be it's meant to be." I finish with a saying Misses Cobblepot said all the time. His face softened into a small smile. "Yeah your right. I know you could do some damage to." "Exactly! So what do you say, we'll plan now and then give them hell." I smirk using another quote from her. "Agreed?" I asked raising up my cup. "Agreed!" Oswald smiled, lifting up his cup and clinking them together. Cheers to well deserved revenge.
