After being questioned by the police on what transpired, I returned to my dingy apartment only to find a large man wearing a suit standing in front of my door. He turned to look at me.
"You the kid The Boss told us about?" He asked, and if what transpired at Forrest Flowers didn't convince me, this did.
Mr. Oswald was a gangster.
"Yeah, Yeah that's me," I said with a defeated tone. I'm probably going to get a large amount of money, I should be ecstatic.
Only that I have no job and a gangster is telling me to leave the neighborhood, At least he's not threatening me to Leave Gotham Entirely.
"Here you go, and sign these papers too" The man gave me a briefcase and a number of papers to sign, something I can't do right now as I'm outside my apartment and don't have a pen.
"Here, use this" The man gave me a pen to use, blocking my door from me.
I take the pen and read the papers, It's a bunch of legal jargon saying that the money is technically public property and I can't call the cops or sue if It gets stolen.
Great...
Signing the papers, I hand them back to the man and he moves out of the way of the door to my apartment. "Have a good day" He says as he turns and leaves.
Entering my apartment I am once again greeted by a sight I did not expect.
Oswald is sitting on my sofa, drinking tea, and talking with Rose.
How did they get in here? Never mind, I'm switching houses.
"Ah, You finally got here, Come, take a seat," Oswald says as he watches me enter my own apartment. Rose perks up when she sees me enter but soon ignores me and turns back to the tea she was drinking.
I slowly walk towards my old second-hand sofa and take a seat in front of Oswald.
He looks me in the eyes, his the setting sun in the corner of the window reflecting in his monocle. He smirks as he watches me take the sofa.
"Kid, I really didn't think my little look around your place would end up like this," He says calmly, his eyes not leaving mine for even a second.
Rose takes a look at us from her cup before quickly looking away.
"You see Kid, My original plan was to put the girl under your care, give you a small stipend till she's 21, and then leave you alone after. But now?" Oswald leans closer to me, the small gap between our sofa's growing even smaller.
'I really don't feel safe right now'
"I found these." And Oswald pulls out a small plastic bag. A Plastic bag that holds the most expensive thing in this apartment.
An Expensive white suit, a purple tie, purple gloves, and a purple leather mask with blue glasses over the eyes.
The Outfit the other Richard Fisk used when he used the name Rose.
One of the outfits at least.
Bulletproof, expensive, real leather, expensive, looks like something a cape would wear.
Did I already say expensive? Because it was really expensive.
"You see, Kid, I don't know what you were planning to do with this." Oswald continues, obviously aware of the dread slowly mounting up on me. "But I also don't really care," His smirk widens just a fraction.
"I want this suit, not for myself, of course, but for someone who might work for me," I sit still on my sofa, too afraid to interrupt this very dangerous man.
"So here's an offer you can't really refuse," I gulp, Oswald continues to talk, "You work for me, You do what I tell you to do, and you keep this suit as long as you do so. You take care of the girl, I pay for her education and expenses, and you do all the rest of the work, This is for Delilah's sake, not yours. And Finally, as long as you do a good job on both ends, You get Delilah's pay." This really can't be happening.
"Sound good?" He doesn't wait for a response before leaning back on the cheap couch and clasping his hands together "Great, Come by this address tomorrow at seven, don't be late." And he takes out a card, and places it on the arm of the sofa I'm sitting on, before standing up and walking out of my apartment. Taking the suit with him.
Leaving me sweating on my sofa, a twice orphaned fifteen-year-old girl to take care of, and a whole heap of trouble.
I just wanted to grow some flowers.