AN: Okay, so ever since the second episode of Gotham, where this fic starts, this idea has been swirling around in my head and I've been unable to shake it. This MAY turn out to be a dark fic, especially with the darkness in the show but we'll see. This is a romance between Oswald Cobblepot and an OC. Anyways, please review! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gotham, only my OC.

Also I accidentally came across this song about two years ago and then it was in one of the promos for Gotham and it really just works so well I've decided to use it for the fic too.

Playlist:

A Perfect Circle-Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums

Alice in Chains-Rooster

Chapter 1

"Love is an unusual game. There are either two winners or none."-Unknown

It was early morning and still dark, the full moon bright and the only source of light. It was cold and there were no stars in the sky, something she noticed when she stepped out of the diner earlier.

Now her legs and lungs were burning, the cold air searing her lungs with every quick intake of breath as she ran. She couldn't hear the slap of her scuffed up Chucks on the pavement every second, or feel the smack of the end of her ponytail and cross-body bag as they hit her back with every step, nor could she feel the cold sweat that was accumulating on her back and seeping into her sweater.

She had dropped her cell in panic back at the diner. Now she thought of every scenario: she could dive to the side of the road and hide in the grass, she could keep going despite the fact that she could tell the adrenaline in her veins was dying down, she could just stop and scream at the top of her lungs for help but there wasn't a single light around.

Her energy was starting to fail her but she pushed herself. Seconds later headlights and the roar of an engine were behind her and she pounded forward, forcing her legs to go as fast as she could despite the fact that they were starting to feel heavier with every step. She leaned forward automatically, an innate instinct of survival to help prey escape their predators.

She cried out as she heard the vehicle behind her close in and come to a stop. She barely heard the two young men get out and hit the pavement as they closed in on her over the pounding in her ears. Instead of crying out when a hand grabbed her shoulder she spun around, fist flying and searching for contact but it didn't come. The guy that grabbed her had her hand in his, blocking the blow. He shoved her to the ground and held her down, getting on top of her to keep her still as the other one slowly walked towards them.

She tried to scream but the guy on top of her covered her mouth with his hand. She squirmed beneath him, trying to kick or get her hands free to hit or to bite his fingers. The other one reached them and grabbed her legs holding them together and keeping her from kicking him in the face as he tied them. He came around to where she could see him and the guy on top of her was holding her hands together as the other guy tied them as well. The guy got off of her and he grabbed her under her shoulders while the other grabbed her feet and they started towards the vehicle. She squirmed and tried to get loose, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to run. If she could show them that she wasn't going easily maybe they would let her go but despite her hopes they put her in the back seat and took off.