Gotham parent preferences and one-shots

Oswald: Pretty Please?

~You're about 12~

Gertrude may be over the moon for her baby boy Oswald, but after you were born, you took his place as number 1. 

You and your father were making your way to your Grandmother's apartment. "Why is there so many stairs!" You groan out. Oswald scoffs before responding. "We've only been up two flights, and it's not like you have a limp." Realization and guilt hit you and you apologize, which your dad said it was okay, before you two continue your journey.

You finally made it to the fourth floor before heading to apartment 9. Oswald knocks on the door before waving a warning finger at you. "Best behavior." You stood up straight like a soldier following a command. "Sir yes sir!" Oswald let's out a small chuckle with a smile ghosting his lips, but it drops when nobody answered the door. 

He banged on the door louder. "Mother! It's me!" Oswald shouted, hoping his mother could hear him. You hear your Grandmother grumble about your father being gone for too long before opening the door, the chain still on it to keep it from fully opening. "Hi mom, I'm alive." Your father smiles and scoffs as Gertrude unlocks the door and walks away, not saying anything.

~Y/n's POV~

I close the apartment door as father hobbles to the couch. "I don't know why you think I'm always running off with some painted lady, I don't even date." Father huffed. Now it was Grandma's turn to scoff. "Maybe because the last time didn't come to see me, you brought me a grandchild." Grandma huffed out her rant. "Hey! I'm right here!" I say, kind of hurt that she said that. "I'm sorry my Liebling. Your father makes me worry, that's all. I'm so happy I have you okay?" I nod as she pinches my cheeks before kissing my forehead, only to turn back around to my father.

"I bet Y/n calls you!" Grandma went back to her rant. I decide to sit down on the couch, and pay attention to my worrisome Grandmother. "I tell you why he doesn't call, is because he is tangled in some demon hussy's purse!" Grandma says as she turns to me, before glaring at my father.

Father rolls his eyes. "Mother, there was no hussy" Father interrupted. "Only betrayal and savagery." Dad cuts himself short before looking at the wall.

"All I wanted was a little respect" he swallows before continuing "and they hurt me, so cruelly." I bite my tongue to muffle my laughter. 

Grandma gasps, kneeling down in front of father. "So there was no other women?" Father laughs with no emotion. "I have been to hell and back, they tried to kill me." Grandma gasps and I shut my eyes at the memory.

Father always plays on the dramatics every time we visit. "You better not have gotten my little Liebling caught in this." Grandma rushes to my side, checking me over. "No mother, Y/n was fine." Father says, while Grandma coos and brushes her fingers through my hair. "I don't blame you for tempting my son." Grandma jokes.

"It was that demon of a women wasn't it?" Grandma growls referring to my mother. "Yes, well, she's gone now isn't she." My father reminds Grandma and I. "Good riddance." Grandma says before shuffling into the kitchen to make us some food.

"Dad, what are you going to do now?" I ask, curious of what father was planning, as clearly the last one almost got him killed. "Well, I made a deal with Don Falcone. I am to be working for Don Maroni, until further notice, well I have to try to get a job at Maroni's." Father corrects himself. 

"Well, can I still go see Fish?" I ask hopefully, since me and Fish have a good bond. "No Y/n, it's too dangerous. If she's after me, she'll use you against me." Father says sternly. "But, she doesn't know you're alive. Plus, I can keep tabs on her while you work for Don Maroni." I try to bargain, however, dad's not having it. "No, that's it. I'm putting my foot down. It's too dangerous and I'm not willing to risk you or your Grandmother again because of a stupid decision. I already had to make a deal with Don Falcone in order to keep myself alive to care for you." Father says, his tone raising a bit. 

"Pretty please?" I say, giving him the puppy dog eyes. "My little Liebling, I agree with you father. I would hate to see you in danger, ok?" I nod and say sorry to my father.