Emily McCaver didn't live a glamorous life. As of right now, she sat with her back against the wall in a dim lit alley, eating a piece of bread she'd recently stole from under the baker's nose. The brunette used to be a top class assassin - with the right payment, she'd kill without remorse. Now, after being caught red handed by the GCPD, she was on the run. This small alleyway was her personal relaxation zone - not many people knew this alleyway existed in Gotham. It was behind an abandoned shop, and nobody ever tried to jump over the small brick wall that separated the alleyway to the streets.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she grabbed the small knife by her side and turned towards the wall, standing up in the process. Slowly carving a line into the wall, she smiled before looking back at the wall. Multiple tally marks lay on the wall - her way of passing the time. "29 days on the run... Pretty damn impressive Em." With a chuckle, she cracked her knuckles before yawning into the back of her hand. She hadn't slept for two days straight now, it was too dangerous to have sleep. Especially in this city.
He hated this. Oswald wanted to be someone in this city - and working as a mere umbrella boy didn't do his dream justice. As his mother always used to say, small steps will make your stride. So, Oswald had to live with the job at hand. Fish was chatting to a client, some guy who Oswald had no interest in eavesdropping on, so he was at the bar cleaning wine glasses with a cloth.
Shaking his head, he heard the bartender call his name, as Oswald looked up with a glint for a more dignifying job. "Here ya' go, Fish just finished with these." He passed several more glasses in Oswald's direction - as a deep sigh passed his pale lips. Oswald was a peculiar man. With a long, almost beak like nose, a weird hairstyle and dark eyes, he wasn't the most fine groomed or attractive man in Gotham. Sure, he had his insecurities - but Oswald didn't mind how he looked. It would be nice to find someone who appreciated him for what he was and disregard his looks who wasn't his mother.
((I didn't know how much you liked to write so I just blabbed on a bit
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