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So down the rabbit hole of Artbreeder...

The Bats...(not necessarily in order of age) and to be honest in some happier alternative universe where DC hasn’t made it anathema for superheroes to be happy and everyone is way closer in age. And to quote the old Irish saying “Them that don’t like it can leave me alone”. 

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//I changed it from mafia boss to gang leader because I don't do Mob/Mafia shots!//

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Prompts- 9: "darling please! I just want to spoil you!" 20: "could we cuddle?" "R-right now?" 17: "c'mere baby, I need you close"

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

My shoe scuffs against the sidewalk as I trip over yet another crack "Fricken SIDEWALKS!" I felt like I could burst into tears, more things just piled on top of each other. It started when I woke up and had to deal with a bird that had managed to fly through a window and trash my kitchen, then I found out my job was being terminated in place of a new job for my bosses daughter, after that I had just walked out, not wanting to sit there and listen to the new girl, Jenna, brag about how much 'her daddy loves her'. To make matters worse, the second I stepped outside it had started to pour down raining. My clothes were soaked, my shoes squelching with every step.

"Hey, pretty girl, what're you doing out here?" I sigh in relief "Hey Ozzy," he flips open his umbrella and tucks me under his arm "Sorry, I should've called you." He smiles a presses a kiss against my cheek "It's alright kitten, are you okay? I was worried." I nod and try to tuck my face into his neck, hiding my tears "Oh, sweet girl-" he freezes, his arm tightening around my shoulders "Call Barbara. Now." His voice hard, a tone he's never used with me before "Ozzy? What's wrong?" I start to pull away but he pushes me behind his back "Call her." I nod, dialing Barbara's number.

"Hey babes, what's up?" I huff "Ozzy told me to call you," he interrupts me "Tell her that the dock is flodded." I frown, confused, but repeating his words.  Barbara hangs up without replying and I sigh. "Ozzy, what's going on?" I peer around his arm and watch as a group of men walk towards us "Yeah 'Ozzy' tell your streetwalker what's goin on." The tallest of the small gang snorts out.

Oswald tenses "She is no streetwalker you heathen." I wrap my hand around his wrist, my nerves completely frayed. I breath a silent 'thank god' as Oswald's car pulls up beside us and a few of Barbara's friends step out. "Ozzy-ozzy, why do they have guns?" I stutter.

"Don't look kitten."

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It had been three months since, what I now refer to as "The Incident". It had also been three months since I'd spoken to Oswald. He kept sending me gifts, expensive jewelry, candy, plush animals, etc. I finally snapped when he sent a thirty eight hundred thousand dollar diamond bracelet.

I slam the bags full of his gifts down in front of his desk "Stop sending me crap!" He frowns "Darling please! I just want to spoil you!" I press my hand against my face "I don't want these things! I want to forget watching my best friend murder six men! I want to forget that my boyfriend is in charge of a gang!" He looks away, not knowing what to do "I'm sorry, I... I didn't want you to get hurt." Oswald flicks his pen across his desk "I couldn't bare the thought of loosing the only woman I've loved more than my mother." He looks up at me, tears swimming in his eyes.

I frown, knowing he had my best interests at heart. "Yeah, yeah, okay, I forgive you." He sniffles and rubs his eye "Can we cuddle?" I blush, glancing at the two burly guards stationed outside of his office "R-right now?" He nods and pouts up at me "C'mere baby, I need you close." I giggle as he pulls me down on his lap "I love you." He says softly and brushes a strand of hair out of my face "I love you too Ozzy."

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