Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Lost angel - Part 4 - Oswald x Maroni x Reader

"Penguin............" Sal said cheerily, as the pale, dark haired, well-dressed man got to the table.

"Penguin, I would like you to meet, (Y/n). (Y/n) this is Penguin, he's my restaurant manager............."

"Penguin..........really? I can't imagine that that is his real name........." (Y/n) interrupted, as she looked up to the softly smiling man.

"Hello................." She continued, as she held out her hand for the man to take, waiting for him to also give her his real name.

"Oswald........Oswald Cobblepot, miss........" Oswald replied, as he took her hand and brought it up to his lips. Ignoring the look from the crime boss by her side, as he kissed her knuckles. Oswald quite liking the fact that she had wanted to know his real name, and not his moniker.

Oswald as always, had listened to the conversations that Maroni's thugs had had when they were in the restaurant over the last couple of months. After all, you never know when some of their complaints and gossip might come in handy; and given that none of them could talk quietly, especially when they had food in their mouths, Oswald didn't believe that what he did could be described as eavesdropping; so, no one could reprimand him for knowing that Sal seemed to have grown attached to a younger woman that he had met at the cities cathedral, of all places. That he would go and see her frequently. The restaurant manager presuming that this was the woman that the crime boss had been seeing; and given what he was looking at, Oswald couldn't blame Maroni for being interested in her.

"Oswald...........Oswald..........you're not the son of Gertrude Kapelput, are you...........?" (Y/n) asked after musing over his name for a moment. Oswald slightly taken aback by the mention of his beloved mother's name.

"I........yes. But how did you know...............?" The once umbrella boy for Fish Mooney asked, as he let go of her hand.

"My mother used to deliver goods to your mother's apartment. She would always talk about you. Tell my mother how proud she was of you. That you were.........well, she would call you her good boy........" (Y/n) explained; recalling how her mother would tell her about the strange older woman with the heavy accent. She would tell her that the interior of the number nine apartment, and indeed, the lady herself, reminded (Y/n)'s mother of the Charles Dickens character, Miss Havisham, from Great Expectations. That all she was missing was the wedding dress and a table filled with food for the nuptials that had never occurred. Not that she would tell this Oswald that, nor that his mother would say that any time he hadn't come to see her or spoken to her in a few days, it was because, and she was quoting what the strange old bird had told her mother, 'He had got tangled in some hussy's demon purse': end quote.

Oswald thought back; he could recall a place that would bring some groceries to his mother's apartment. Gertrude once mentioning the woman that would come knocking at the door; that they would sometimes even have tea and talk for a little while. So, it seemed to make sense that his mother would say such things. She had always been the one to support him, to standby him; to be proud of what he did. Yet he believed that there hadn't been any deliveries in nearly a year. His mother never mentioning why the visits had stopped.

"Well, please, give your mother, my mother's best.................."

"Oh, that is very nice of you, but...............my parents were murdered eight months ago, and their business burnt to the ground.............." (Y/n) replied, her eyes dropping to the table in front of her. Oswald beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, as Maroni glared at him. It obvious now, why the delivers had stopped.

"I........I am so.................."

"Why don't you go and get us a menu........Oswald..........." Sal growled, as he took (Y/n)'s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. The restaurant manager nodding, before quickly hobbling away.

"I'm sorry about that.............."

"There's no need to be sorry, Sal. Coming back out into the world, it's not far fetched to think that I might meet someone that knew my parents or went to their store. And please, don't be angry at Oswald, he wasn't to know..........I know that I can't escape it forever; that sooner or later I will have to deal with it all. That I will have to deal with the fact that the men that killed my family, that destroyed everything that they had worked so long to build up, are still out there; still free, and the GCPD are doing nothing about it. But I didn't want to do that tonight, and...........I am not going to. I am going to enjoy myself. A night without Sister Francis' cooking will do me the world of good; and it is even better, because I am getting to spend it with you............" (Y/n) told the crime boss, before leaning over and placing a kiss to his cheek. Sal about to take both her hands and tell her what he had done for her. About the fact that she didn't have to worry about that scum, or the fact that the cops hadn't done anything. Yet his confession was interrupted, as a menu was suddenly pushed in between them. Sal promising that he and dear old Oswald were going to be having a few words after he had taken (Y/n) home. Yet as she smiled and took the menu, he couldn't help but forget his anger. Sal wanting nothing more than to give her a wonderful night.

"Now, what does a girl have to do to get a glass of chianti...............?"