the city sleeps

Aimee had only been back in Gotham for two days, and she was already a victim of a broken nose and a busted lip. Luckily the culprits ran away soon after the initial hit, and Aimee was sitting on the floor - head rested against the brick wall of the alleyway. A smirk passed her lips - she'd missed Gotham. Being charged with murder and arson on multiple accounts in England, she fled from the country to her hometown of Gotham - and boy, she felt like she fit correctly into the city already.

Hearing footsteps coming down the alley, she opened her eye slightly - and allowed her eyes to adjust to the flickering light of the crooked bulb of the streetlamp.. Was it always that bright? Rubbing her eyes, she let out a small sigh before looking up at the person approaching. Was it one of those punks again? She'd show them this time.

Oswald was walking on the streets of Gotham, where he'd become a criminal King. He wanted to be king of the whole city, make t his own. It would be difficult he knew that but was willing to fight and even cheat his way for this city he didn't care how long but it would be his.

As he walked on this cold night he was off visiting his mothrr's grave and he was just coming home. Oswald noticed a young woman by a pole just leaning against it like she was hurt. Now, he didn't care to help anyone but this girl looked helpless and hurt. He approached we and sighed, "hey., are you all right?"

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Aimee squinted her eyes at the voice, blinking a few times before adjusting her vision onto the man. The way he dressed seem to give her the vibe that he meant business - and that he wasn't one of those street assholes who would attack her. "I'm fine, just-"

She paused - concentrating on his face. Her eyes frantically darted all over, trying to make sense of it. This guy looked like an older version of a kid whom she knew from her childhood.. The thing that made her think of this was his prominent nose and his sickeningly pale skin, alongside raven black hair.

"... You look familiar."

Oswald walked closer to the woman and she looked familiar but e didn't say anything. He carefully helped her up making sure she was okay. He sighed softly looking around for those assholes.

He stared At the woman, and shrugged his shoulders, "maybe, you look familiar to me too." He nodded, "my name is Oswald what's goes?" He asked as he lead the woman to a hospital.