Today wasn't the best of the days for Ozzy. Or Oswald. Also known as Oswald Cobblepot.

Today was his birthday, but he didn't feel well. Ozzy woke up in his badly-kept bedroom. His eyes were still tired, even though it was 12:35 PM. He let out a long sigh and looked at the calendar on the his-right wall. Yep, his birthday. "Hooray... Happy birthday." he said to himself and rolled off the bed.

He lied on the floor, in a burrito blanket position for at least twenty six minutes before getting up, tying the blanket around his neck like a cape and made his way to the hallway.

The hallway was empty. Too empty. It was as if he just moved into this apartment. But he had been living there ever since his parents evicted him for being 'useless'.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door followed by the doorbell ringing. "What now... Eviction? Bills I forgot to pay?" he said and headed to the front door. He slowly opened the door and looked around before looking down. There was a green present on the floor decorated with question marks, an obvious gift from The Riddler himself. A small smile appeared on Oswald's face. Maybe someone did care about him.

Of course they cared about little Ozzy boy! Edward Nygma was Oswald's friend since Oswald joined The Group. The reason why Ozzy joined The Group was because he needed money. He hated to use the one his parents earned (or stole), so he had no choice but to join it. Previous jobs of Ozzy were... Well, he got fired from all of them. The reason? Lack of care or something, he didn't remember.

Oswald grabbed the present and walked inside, closing the front door behind him. His smile soon disappeared as he made his way back to his bedroom. He hopped onto the bed, making it creak, and began to carefully open the present's packaging.

"What goes up but never comes down...? I dunno Ed, what does?" Ozzy read the riddle that was written on the brown box out loud. His eyes went down and he looked at the answer: Age. It was age. It looked like Ed's riddles were becoming worse and worse. But Ozzy didn't care. Ed was his friend, and he would support his riddlemaking.

Ozzy opened the box and saw a pair of shoes. They were some white sneakers, you know, the kind that everyone wears. Ozzy's old shoes were getting ripped apart, so he did need a new pair of shoes. Great, and they were size eight! Just what Oz needed.

Ozzy put away the gift under the bed and lied back down on it. The bed, once again, creaked. But he didn't mind, because his mind was occupied with something else.

He was tired. Just generally. Tired. His eyesight blurred and a frown appeared on his face. It was too tough. What next? The rent? Eviction? Worse? No. No no no. I can't take it anymore. I need to rest. I need to rest. Do I really deserve the gift? Do I? Do I? No. I never did. I never deserved anything. My parents were right. I was a mistake. I was a mistake. No. Yes. I need to rest. I need to rest. It's all tiring. I can feel my eyes roll into my skull. I don't want this. I never wanted this. Just please, let me rest. Let me rest. Let me rest.

LET ME REST!!!

Oswald didn't have long on this planet if this continued...