Imagine.... 🐧❤️

You laid across your bed with a very sleepy, sad looking Oswald, your heart heavy. This poor guy has been through so much heartache lately that it's not even funny. He feels as though he let his mother die, like he didn't do enough. But he did all he could in order to try and save her.

Sometimes this world is so cruel, so evil that it's just not understandable. The things we love most are just ripped away from us so quickly that sometimes, you don't even have a chance to say goodbye. You softly stroked your hand up and down Oswald's arm in a comforting manner, trying so hard not to cry from his sad look.

"Oswald? Truly, you did everything you could. And I can promise you that Gertrude would never want you to feel guilty for anything. Because you did everything you could. Trust me." His eyes softly traveled to yours, tears softly falling now as he suddenly jerked up and brought you into his arms, his head softly coming to rest a top yours, your heart heavy.

"It's all those bad things I've ever done coming back on me..." You shook your head beneath his as you hugged him tighter, softly rubbing his back as you felt the ripples of sobs coming from him, tears now falling from your eyes at the sound.

"Os, no. No no. It doesn't matter what you've done. You're still the Oswald Cobblepot that I know. A man with a heart. And it doesn't matter what you've done or why you did it. I still see that Oswald in there. And so did Gertrude..." His tears softly fell down to the bed, the both of you just sitting in silence as he kissed the top of your head from your words, making you smile a tad...