Imagine.... 🐧💞👑

You'd come a long way for just being a mere, little girl with no hope of having a bright future beyond being a slave for Gotham's finest. You proved them all wrong. And struck anyone down who posed a threat to you and your rise to criminal status. You wanted more than to just be someone's lackey. To be someone's little pet that they could make do their dirty work.

But things haven't been easy rising to the top. Your rival, Oswald Cobblepot, has ambition and a strive to be something more as well. He's deadly. And you knew it. You admired it. But you both were thriving for the same thing. To be noticed. To be heard. And to be feared. Be the next big thing in the criminal profession so to speak. You wanted to rule. And so did he. But you both didn't want to sit on the same throne. Nor share it. You had your time of being a peasant. And you'd never go back.

And neither would he. He wanted to make people bow down to him. Let them know just who exactly is in charge. And make anyone pay that put him through hell to get there. And so did you.  You used to see eye to eye. Until it was made known you were both fighting for the same spot. Now? It was an all-out war, a blood war. You were used to the thrill of the kill. You didn't intend to stop either. And no one would make you. Oswald seemed to admire your drive as well. He respected you. But he wasn't about to let you take his crown.

"Dear friend. We meet yet again. And we never seem to come to an agreement." You strolled into Oswald's little kingdom of sorts he had set up for him and his lackeys, seeing how nicely decorated it was in his refined taste. It was a rather nice setup to be honest.

You built yours from the ground up and absolutely fell in love with it. You could see just how much you two were alike. His little smile made you smile right back, feeling content for the first time in a long time around him. You couldn't lie, you did like Oswald. More than you wanted to admit.

"Dear Oswald. It is good to see you again. We just seem to keep gravitating towards each other." He eyed you from his big chair at his table, assessing you and how you were holding yourself. He knew you were tough as nails and not to be taken lightly. You've proven your strength to this city and everyone in it.

"You're right. Which.... is why I would like to agree upon something for once. There is an all-out war coming to Gotham. And with two smart, levelheaded people like us, we could just make things work to our own advantage." You thought over his proposal for a moment, seeming pleased to finally be hearing the words you've wanted to say for quite some time. 

You two could really make things happen in this city together. Just put the bad blood behind and move forward with Gotham's future king and queen. Even if he was doing this for some hidden agenda, you could handle it.

"You're very right Oswald. I like the sound of that..." Your smiles to each other seemed to make the deal official. Maybe this could work after all. And all of Gotham? Would fall to your feet.