Imagine... 🐧❤️

With a smirk planted firmly on your lips, you gripped the certificate claiming that you were sane, your heart pounding from the excitement you felt from being out of Arkham finally. You couldn't believe the day had finally come. And they actually think you're sane? Well, if it means getting out of this hellhole, you'd play the sweet angel part to the max.

"Just go right out those gates and you're free. Enjoy your freedom!" You looked at the man that a day before, called you nuts and locked you up in a patted cell because you stabbed another inmate. And he's actually letting you go, just like that? Somethings up here.

"Why thank you! You know I will.... Just uh, make sure I never see you out on the streets of Gotham, okay? Because you know I won't let you go..." His eyes went wide, before you faked a laugh as if you were joking, making him laugh a little himself, seeming relived.

You slowly made your way down the drive, when a limo pulled on up right next to you, making your eyes narrow. Now what hot shot would want to come here....? Suddenly, the backseat window rolled down, and out popped.... Oswald Cobblepot?

"Hello old friend! I'm glad to finally see you out of here. There's no need for them to keep you any longer. You're needed with me. So come on and get in. We have business to discuss." His little smirk made you grin slightly, making you feel like you should have known Oswald would get you out of here. This should be fun....