[Gotham] She's from Gotham

【Sixteen】

On the day Oswald came to find her, Yu just lost her position as the dean of the college.

This is the sociology professor's revenge.

Tsk, intrigue in school.

"I'm in a bad mood, so don't bother me."

Jade shut Oswald out.

He heard the news, but he felt that Yu would not be angry about such insignificant things.

So he knocked on the door.

"Yu, if you have other things, you can tell me, and I can help you find a way—"

"Go to hell you."

"..."

After a while, Yu suddenly opened the door in a hurry, but fortunately, he was still there.

The two looked at each other for a while, and then Yu pulled him in.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, and the hem of Yu's skirt was full of scarlet and terrifying colors.Her hand holding the knife was still shaking.

Oswald stared, mouth opened wide.

"you--"

"I'm busy dismembering the body."

In the middle of speaking, Yu suddenly laughed.

"Do you think it's strange that I kill someone?"

He looked at her with an inexplicable...joy.

But the corner of the mouth is a bitter curve.

On the floor was a professor of sociology with a bloody neck cut, on both sides of the long table stood Gotham villain Oswald, and a thin jade covered in blood.

"You go and wash it, I'll clean it up here."

He took the knife in her hand familiarly, and slowly squatted down.

But Yu didn't move.

He began to dismember the body.

The people behind finally started to move, the floor creaked painfully, and then hurried footsteps.

After a while, the poor professor was reduced to some fragments in a black plastic bag, and Oswald breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu came out of the room and walked behind him.

"Okay." He looked at her.

"It's all right. The first murder is inevitable—"

"First time?" She laughed. "How could it be the first time?"

Oswald froze for a moment.

"Do you think I'm afraid of killing people?" She added.

"I was afraid of myself. I thought..."

Frowning, her knuckles pressed against her temples, her eyes were tightly closed.

"I thought I was free."

"free?"

He subconsciously repeated her words.

"But obviously not."

She answered with a smile, then smiled and sat down on the long table.

"Thank you, Mr. Penguin."

The corner of his mouth twitched at the familiar address.

"It's nothing...Yu, I don't find it strange that you kill people. Of course, it doesn't mean that you seem to be able to kill people. It's just that I don't think the person I can chat with will at least not have clean hands. To talk about black and white, in the final analysis, you have to experience it before you know.”

"oh, I see."

She responded lightly, lowering her eyes to stare at the blood on his hand, as if fascinated.

"I originally came to Gotham to avoid the old me, but you told me that I was destined to be the old me..."

"It's actually not that bad."

Oswald drew a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his fingertips.

"You always say that if you don't make trouble, you won't cause trouble, but you are not so indifferent."

"Indifference? Have you ever seen a warm-hearted murderer? There is only one in front of you."

As he spoke, Jade laughed, and Oswald laughed too.

The stiff and cold atmosphere dissolved in the laughter.

"Eat something? I'm going to be exhausted trying to drag this old thing home in batches."

Jade stood up, then suddenly approached Oswald.

There was a strong bloody smell on each other's bodies, which lingered.

"Thank you anyway."

She smiled and placed a kiss on his lips.

Oswald froze in place.

"What are you eating?"

She asked as she walked towards the kitchen.

"If you don't tell me, I'll cook the noodles. There are fresh cabbage and tomatoes..."

The warm and soft touch on his lips was as lingering as the smell of blood. Oswald swallowed, and suddenly felt that his mind went blank.

"Noodles, noodles, noodles-"

When I came back to my senses, the kitchen door was already closed.

Oswald took several deep breaths, but his cheeks were still very hot.

Holding the blood-stained handkerchief, he suddenly looked around inexplicably.

A white plum bloomed just right on the window sill.

Winter is over.

【Seventeen】

"Is there still no news from Miss Falcone?"

"Ah, actually we've only just talked on the phone, and I've only just heard her uncontrollably yell."

"Rococo Falcone..." She pondered for a moment.

"What kind of person is he?"

So there is a story.

"Oh……"

She nodded.

"Children grow up and become poor adults."

Yu finally made a conclusion.

"They're having a hard time, maybe they'll be together, but Miss Falcone can feel better only in an uneasy state of tormenting each other, and only in this way... can she feel better."

"You mean Rococo and Victor?"

"Or is it with you?"

Yu gave him a funny look.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Oswald laughed dryly. "It's just interesting to see that you are suddenly so interested in Rococo. I thought you were interested in everything..."

He paused without saying a word.

"Why, don't hold back and say nothing."

Still silent.

Oswald looked at her, then looked away hastily, considering the word too carefully.

So Yu also laughed.

"I said something bad about Miss Falcone to you before, so now I have to justify her bad temper, not just talking behind her back."

She reached for the wine bottle on the table, Oswald thought for a while, but did not stop her.

"By the way Yu, you told me last time—"

"I drank too much that time and I don't know what I said."

He frowned.

He hasn't even said which time.

Suddenly there was a bad premonition in my heart, but when I raised my head and looked at Yu who seemed nothing had happened, that uneasy thought was dispelled again.

"Do you like children very much?"

She asked suddenly.

"what?"

He didn't seem to have reacted, but when he did, he fell into a very strange surprise again.

"child?"

"Yes, Miss Falcone, and Martin."

"I... actually..."

He didn't know what to say, he observed Yu's face, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere became tense.

"What are you doing?" She looked at Oswald with a cautious face inexplicably. "What's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, I remembered the orphanage that Sofia had run in the name of Falcone, and the unlovable children in it.

Except Martin.

"No, I'm not that old—do you like children?"

An abrupt turning point.

"I liked it when I was a child. I thought it was cute and fun. But..."

She laughed, and then couldn't help herself.

"But actually, I'd much rather pinch them, hit them, watch them cry. I think I'm a psychopath, no, I might be a psychopath."

After laughing, she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.Then he looked at Oswald fixedly.

And Oswald was still digesting what she had just said as a joke.

"You see, you don't really know me. You think we know each other." She poured another large glass of wine.

"Maybe it's because I'm in a bad mood recently. I found that reality is far from fantasy, and my temper is also bad. Actually, I'm not speaking for Rococo Falcone, I'm speaking for myself. It's not that I haven't endured It's not fair, but I still can't help but kill my colleague... But he is really annoying enough, with a self-righteous face, and different standards are taken for granted. Who the hell does he think he is, is white people great? This is better than "Donkeys think they are superior to horses because they bray louder" is even naive and unreasonable. Ah, I can't change things that have been for thousands of years. The attitude of always being superior is under my control... But He's annoying me, I can't help it, this is Gotham, the world is dark everywhere, but Gotham has exposed my true nature, I can only do as the Romans do, cut off his chattering tongue, and cut his throat along the way—"

"Yu..." He finally came back to his senses.

"If you need help, I'm here."

"Ah, familiar words."

She put down her glass, without any hint of drunkenness in her eyes.

"By the way, I can really drink. You didn't really think I was drunk last time, did you?"

"……Jade?"

"Forget it, you think I'm drinking too much now." She waved her hand.

"I look too contradictory now. Of course, I must be contradictory. I have been suppressed for a long time in an environment that is not suitable for me. While trying my best to mend the fantasy, I am still tired of these hypocrisy and affectation... Forget it, let's not talk about it. Just now Where are we, Miss Falcone? That's her. I pity her."

"……Jade."

He called her name again.

"Are you really okay... I mean, no matter what you need, I can help you."

Oswald clenches his hand on the napkin, and he looks at her.

"Really, as long as I can. Even if I can't, I will try my best."

She blinked, and raised one corner of her lips.

"Yes. But... why?"

He froze for a moment.

Yes, why.

why?

There is no answer.

After a long time, Yu stood up.

"See you tomorrow, Oswald—"

"For you!"

Oswald answered suddenly, and he stood up, his hand holding the black umbrella trembling with emotion.

"For you, Jade."

He tried to make his words more complete.

"For you, because, because, I can't live without you."

Seems like an unexpected answer.

Yu looked away, and the water in his eyes flashed past.

"I can't stand hypocrisy, Oswald, and you make me go against the grain time and time again... Do you want me not to be me? Or is it actually your tragically deceased mother that you need?"

"This has nothing to do with my mother!"

Jade looked at him and smiled.

"You don't even know what childish things you said impulsively. You just think that you want to say and I want to hear, but in fact...that's just what you think."