Remember me || Oswald Cobblepot

Little red haired boy

Chapter 11:

You sighed, plopping yourself on the couch as oswald left.
"I guess I could watch tv.."
You sighed and turned on the television, not really paying attention to the screen.
Your thoughts drifted to that man.
"Jerome.. " you said aloud, as if saying his name would conjour up memories.

You yawned, eyelids getting heavier.
You closed your eyes and drifted off too the quiet sound of the news reporter.

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You were running.
You didn't care where, as long as you were away from that place..

You ended up in a forest, the same one you'd go to every time it happened.

Your pace slowed to a walk, and tears stung at your eyes.
You let them roll down your cheeks. No one was there to see, so you might as well.

Finally, you made it.
You slumped down in front of the tree with the red X painted on.
Tears flowed freely now as you held your head in your hands.
A few minutes passed with nothing but the sound of your own sobs and the occasional animal sound.
Your ears perked up as you heard leaves rustling.
You quickly wiped your tears as a hand touched your shoulder.
You looked up and saw a red haired boy, maybe 12 years old, standing infront of you.

"(Y/n)" he said as he sat beside you.
"Y-you came.." You smiled through the tears, happy to see him.

He chuckled, making you light up inside.
"Of course I did. We always meet here."
You sniffled a little.
"I know... I still like seeing you though."

He put an arm around you, and you leaned against him.
"What happened?" He asked quietly, making sure not to pry too much.

You looked down, playing with the hem of your shirt.
"He did it again.. " you whispered, another tear making it's way to your eyes.

He rubbed your back comfortingly.
"It's okay, I'm here now.  Everything's going to be okay."

You smiled and looked up, marveling at his round green eyes.
"Thank you.. Let's talk about something else now okay?" You pleaded.
He nodded.
"Like what?"

You hummed.
"I dont know... What are you doing this weekend? " you asked.
He laughed and looked up at the treeline.
"Same as always, help with the show." He was, of course refering to the circus. He helped with the lights and technical things while his mom performed.

"Anything new with..." You stopped, wondering if you should ask.
He knew what you were talking about from your tone
"My mom? Yeah, last night I heard them through the walls.. Oh yeah, more please, more!!" He said, getting louder and louder by the second.
You put your hand on his and he stopped, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

"But it's okay.. We have our plan." He smiled and so did you.
And you did have your "plan".
In a weeks time, you were going to run away with him.
Start a new life, away from everything.. Away from your dad.

"Yes. I packed everything, we'll leave next Monday." You both nodded.

You spent the next hour in silence, enjoying the midnight air and the feeling of his hand in yours.
There was nothing romantic about it, you were only 12 after all. You and him were friends.
Very close friends.
You told him everything, and he told you everything.
He was like a brother to you, and you never wanted him to leave.

Soon, the sun was starting to peek over the horizon.
You both stood up and embraced.
You enjoyed every second of his touch. So warm. So loving.
You let go and looked into his eyes. Those orbs, green like the trees.

"I should probably get going." You started.
He nodded and took his hand off your shoulder.
"And.. " you gave him one last look before heading off in the forest.
"Thank you Jerome."

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You gasped and shot up off Oswald's the couch.
"Another dream!" You paused, trying to remember what happened.

"Jerome.. He was my childhood friend!" You reveled in the memory you'd just gotten back.
At least, you hoped it was a memory and not a dream void of meaning.

Your ears perked up as you heard the tv.
"Breaking news! Jerome Valeska, infamous killer, is now at Gotham hospital threatening to kill everyone inside!  Now, to the scene." The announcer said.
You looked, seeing the tv flash to the hospital.
A reporter was desperately looking back and forth from the camera to the entrance of the building.

"We are live here at the scene!  According to anonymous sources, the police are on their way!"

There, standing in front of the double doors, was Jerome. Standing proud, holding a gun to some lady's head.
You gasped.
He laughed maniacally and looked at the camera.
"Come one, come all!!  Everyone is welcome in this show!" His smile stretched wide across his face and you couldn't help but smile too.
You knew he was probably crazy but.. You were happy to see him. Regardless of how fucked up the situation was.

You quickly grabbed some money off the desk (oswald had given to you in case you needed something) and rushed out the door.

"I have to get to the hospital!"