Gotham One-Shots

Is It Better To Remember?

You wake up, the steady sound of beeping, and the bright white walls and lights,  making your head hurt. You sit up, the white sheets accompanying your movements. "Where am I?" You ask aloud, as you hold your hand up to shield your eyes. Then that's when you notice it, a white wristband. On which it read; Y/f/n, B/d, e/c, h/c. This which informed you, you were in a hospital. Panicking your heart rate raises, and the beeping from the machine grows faster. That's when you hear a groan, and you turned to see a man sitting at your bedside. His eyes wide open, but it was clear that he was asleep.You had guessed he had been there long, because, even though it wasn't obvious, you could tell his clothes were a little wrinkled and there had been at least five empty coffee cups on the end table near him. Just the sight of him calms you,
  "Y/n..." He says as he blinks a few times lazily, realizing you had finally awoken, "Y/n!" He sits up straight and you could see the sleepiness on his face clear as day,
  "Hey..." You say, unsure. He looks at you, tears brimming in his eyes. Which, unknown to you, was one of the rarest sights every to be seen. He gets up immediately.
  "I know this isn't exactly what either of us hand in mind..." He says as he wipes his eyes, and goes down on one knee, "But with you being here, and me not having been able to talk to you. All these things, doing them... just without you.. I couldn't... It just didn't feel as.. You know... good? Hell, even killing wasn't satisfying when I knew you were here, struggling to live...It's just all this... It's just kind of made me realize how much I need you. How incomplete I am without you. I mean you are my life. Y/n you are... You're my everything. What i'm trying to say.. Well what i'm saying is, Y/n, my love, my everything, would you make me the happiest person ever, and marry me? Would you be my wife?" You look at him, as he awaits your answer and you are torn. You look at him, tears starting to fall from your eyes,

"I'm so sorry," You say  slowly, and he looks slightly confused, "I- I can't... I mean, it sounds like you really really love me, but... I don't know who you are..." You can feel your heart shatter at your very own words, but you can't seem to find a reason why.
"Y/n..." He says, looking at you, clearly thoughts forming in his head, "I..." He swallows a lump that 's been in his throat. You stare at him, "It's my fault .... It's cause I won't say it." He clenches his fists, so much they slowly had started becoming red, and he stared at the floor. He looked at you, and you felt as though he'd been looking at your soul, "I love you. There I've said it." He relaxes, "I love you more than anything. I love you more than killing. It's just I was so scared to say it. But please don't do this. You have to remember me. I love you." He hugs you, and your heart rates accelerates, and you go into a seizure. The doctor and nurses run in and you slowly fall unconscious,

"Good," A man in scrubs says. You assume he was the doctor, after all that seems to make the most sense, "You seem to have gone through a lot. Some thought you weren't going to make it. You sure do have a tough soul. However, I must tell you-"
"Is she okay!?" A voice asks, as you hear things fall, you turn to see the man from yesterday, having ran in here, and was out of breath, "Is she okay!?" He yelled again. You looked at the doctor, who clearly had become disheveled, just by seeing this man,
  "Mr. Zsasz," He says as he points to the seat, "If you wouldn't mind." THe man, who you've come to learn as Zsasz, nods and sits down. The doctor looks at him surprised. You hear a gun cock, and look up to see it had came from Zsasz, the doctor then cleared his throat,
  "Right...." he says hurriedly, "She is perfectly fine." He pulls out some charts and hands them to Zsasz, "However, she suffers from head trauma, and so she has a slight case of amnesia. So she won't be able to remember how she had got here or anything pertaining to the accident, according to the psychologists reports." He then pulls out another clipboard, "Also she'll be needing to recover these memories slowly he had said. Because of the little heart epidemic a few days ago, it's clear that she cannot handle any rush of memories, for her heart my give out. So if you do end up being the one she goes home with make sure, she adjusts slowly because if not you might just have to keep her here. It's a lot to ask, but as of right now it's the best that any of us can do. I'm sorry you have to be the one to tell her loved one of this. " He hands the clipboard to Zsasz,     "You can sign the release forms saying that you'll be the one to take care of her. If need be you could always ask for an in-house nurse." He leaves and Zsasz looks at you,
  "So Monday?" he asks, his voice quivering, "You-" he stops and looks at the ground, "You really don't know who I am? Do you?" You look at him and a frown somehow makes its way onto your face,
  "I know you're Zsasz," you say trying to remember, "And you like to kill people." The way you said that last part scares you, but something else tells you it's not that big of a deal. He lets out a dry chuckle,
"Yeah..." He says as he finally looks at you, "I'm Zsasz and I like to kill people." His breath hitches, "Let's get out of here." He motions to the wheel chair next to you, "Need help?" You shake your head, and he mutters something under his breath as he leaves. You slowly move to sit in the wheelchair but you fall, and Zsasz runs in,
"Y/n!" he looks at you worriedly and you smile sheepishly, "I'm fine." You say as you get up, "I'm okay."
  "You sure?" He asks and you nod. He smiles, "Don't scare me like that..."