Gotham Imagines and One Shots

The assassin's soulmates - Part 3 - Oswald x Edward x Reader

After a quick trip to pick up a few guns. After all, she wasn't about to take any chances when it came to the two crime bosses. (Y/n) had made her way to the mansion. The assassin now standing in the dark shadows of the trees, watching the useless troglodytes that laughingly claimed to protect both Ed and Oswald, mill around. She had often tried to tell Ossie that he should beef up his security. That even though he and Ed were feared. That even though that fear, and their reputations, meant that most people would be too scared to ever dare take the two men on. Fear could also make you more enemies. And Oswald and Ed had enemies. Enemies on both sides of the law that would happily see them both fall. That would happily see them both dead.

As she watched, the goons lit up cigarettes. The men talking loudly. Boisterously laughing and slapping one another on the back, as they moved around the outside of the grand building. The fools quickly stamping on the butts, as another man appeared through a pair of large doors. Shouting at the others. (Y/n) chuckling to herself, as she watched the useless goons scurry away like cockroaches that had just been exposed to the light.

Taking her chance, (Y/n) made her move. The assassin using the cover of the shadows to make her way around to the large home. To make her way up the small flight of stone steps that led up to the bay doors, that gave her access to the mansion. And once inside, all she had to do, was find Ed and Oswald.

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Oswald looked down into his glass. Using his finger to stir the darkliquor and ice cubes. Even though he had assured Ed that (Y/n) would be back,Oswald was beginning to doubt it. He knew from experience how stubborn (Y/n)could be. And even though she could be far too curious for her own good attimes, he was well aware that her hard headedness could sometimes override theneed to know. So, all the crime boss could hope for now, was that the idea thatshe could not only be his soulmate, but also Ed's, might just be too temptingto not find out the truth

Oswald had always had a thing for (Y/n). Long before he had even met Ed. Long before he had realised that the former forensic scientist was his soulmate. Or should that be, one, of his soulmates. Oswald had hoped that the mark on his wrist, had something to do with her.

He and (Y/n) had first met, when she had come into the club to meet with Fish. (Y/n) an independent killer. An assassin for hire that didn't like to tie herself to anyone. And he, well, he had just been the umbrella boy. The weak and pathetic plaything of the former member of the Falcone crime family. The whipping boy for the owner of Mooney's Nightclub. Yet unlike most people that either didn't notice him, or would mistreat him, (Y/n) had smiled at him. She had held out her hand for him to shake. She had introduced herself and said that it was a pleasure to meet him. Oswald recalling how he had been taken aback by all that. By the way that he had felt when their hands had touched. And so, it had continued. As he rose to power, to prominence, Oswald had ensure that he would hire the assassin as often as he could. That he would have her come to see him as often as possible. But when he had discovered that he and Edward were meant to be together, he had begun to question the feelings that he had always had for (Y/n). Whether it was mere infatuation rather than anything else. Yet, when it dawned that Ed was only part of the puzzle, Oswald's mind had turned back to the assassin. Had turned back to having what he had always desired. And that was (Y/n).

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Edward stood at the bar and poured himself a drink. Letting his mind wander, as the dark liquid sloshed into his glass. Even though Oswald had assured him that (Y/n) would be back, Ed was beginning to doubt it. He knew from experience how obstinate the feared assassin could be. And even though he had seen her be far too curious for her own good in certain situation, he was well aware that she could also be exceptionally hard-headed and stubborn. And that those two traits could sometimes override that desire to know. So, all the crime boss could now, was hope that Oswald was right. That the idea that she could not only be his soulmate, but also Oswald's too, might just be too tempting for her to not find out the truth.

Ed would happily admit that he had always had a thing for (Y/n). Long before he had even met Oswald. Long before he had realised that the former umbrella boy was his soulmate. Or should that be, one, of his soulmates. Ed had hoped that the mark on his wrist, had something to do with her.

He and (Y/n) had first met, when she had been brought into the police precinct by Bullock and Gordon. (Y/n) an independent killer. An assassin for hire that had been brought in for questioning. And he, well he had just been the science technician. The pathetic riddling joke of the GCPD. The whipping boy for all the braindead Neanderthals that laughably called themselves the upholders of the law. Yet unlike most people that either didn't notice him, or would mistreat him, (Y/n) had smiled at him when she had bumped into him in the corridors of the precinct. She had held out her hand for him to shake, once Gordon had removed the cuffs. She had told him that it was a pleasure to meet him, when Bullock had reluctantly introduced the pair. Ed recalling how he had been taken aback by all that. By the way that he had felt when their hands had touched. And so, it had continued. As he rose to power, to prominence, Ed, just like Oswald, had ensured that he would hire the assassin as often as he could. That he would have her come to see him as often as possible. But when he had discovered that he and Oswald were meant to be together, he had begun to question the feelings that he had always had for (Y/n). Began to wonder whether it was mere infatuation rather than anything else. Yet, when it dawned him, that Oswald was only part of the puzzle, only part of his mark. Ed's mind had turned back to the assassin. Had turned back to having what he had always desired. And what he had always desired, was (Y/n).

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"Any sign?" Ed asked, as he came up behind Oswald. Both men looking out of the large window, to the grounds beyond.

"Not that I have noticed. But that doesn't mean that she isn't already here. You know (Y/n) as well as I do. I swear that she and the shadows are the best of friends. And she wouldn't have lasted this long in her business, if she couldn't move without being seen. We just need to give her a little more time. More time for that curious streak of hers to eat away at her." Oswald explained. Both men letting out a heavy sigh, as they continued to look out of the window. Both men hoping that that Oswald was right, and that (Y/n) had already made her way to them, without either of them noticing.