Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Lost angel - Part 6 - Sal x Reader

"Mister Cobblepot.........." Oswald turning from introducing (Y/n) to one of the chefs, to see her looking through one of the small round windows in the kitchen door.

Oswald had been doing his best to distract the beautiful young woman, by showing her around the kitchen, as Sal had asked; yet it was obvious that she was not one to be easily sidetracked by a bunch of pots and pans, and array of cooktops.

"Please, miss; call me Oswald........And how can I help you.......?" Oswald replied, as he limped over to the door and joined her in watching the don and the two detectives.

"Then you must call me, (Y/n)........." (Y/n) told him. Averting her eyes to look at the slender man and smiling slightly, for a moment, before moving her gaze back to Sal.

"I am hoping that you will tell me the truth, Oswald..........I......I know that Sal isn't just a businessman as he tells me. I know that some of his dealings aren't necessarily what you would call........legitimate.......legal. Nuns, despite themselves, still say things. But.......is he in trouble......? I recognise those two men, you see. They are police detectives from the GCPD; the younger one is called Gordon......Jim Gordon, I seem to recall. And the other........the other is Harvey Bullock. I met them after my mother and father were killed; they promised me that everything would be alright, that they would find those that had murdered my family. Yet nine months later, nothing. No one has been arrested. No one has been made to pay for what they did; for what they took from me. And I know that it may be wrong, but I can't help but hate them as much as I hate the killers. I know that there are lots of people hurt in Gotham, lots of deaths; and I am sure that my parents were just another crime to them; that my mother and father are just statistics. But to me they were everything, and I had that stolen from me. I think I would have preferred it if they hadn't promised me anything. If they had not built up my hopes that I might get justice. I.........I suppose what I am asking is.........they are not going to take Sal away, are they........because I don't think I can lose him too........" (Y/n) explained. Oswald finding himself a little taken aback; it obvious that no matter the differences, Sal had been able to help the young woman, and she had come to think a lot of the older man. Oswald not about to confess that he too knew of the don's real businesses; that he too knew of Gordon and Bullock. But he did feel the strangest need to assure her that everything would be fine; sure, that it was because her mother, had been so good to his.

"I am sure that it is nothing, (Y/n). That it is little more than general enquires, and they will be on their way, soon. But for now, why don't we go and get you that tiramisu.........?"

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Just as Oswald said, (Y/n) had soon found herself back with Sal. The big man assuring her that the detectives hadn't been there for anything important. Yet as they now walked down the streets of Gotham, arm in arm; Sal's car following closely behind, she could no longer fight the little niggle that was gnawing away at the back of her mind.

"Sal........." She suddenly said, stopping in her tracks and pulling her arm from his.

"(Y/n)....what.........?"

"I know there is something you aren't telling me about tonight; about what those two detectives had come to see you for. And.......well, I don't want to seem rude; but I am not moving until you tell me what it was really about......." (Y/n) continued. Sal holding up his hand as the driver got out of the car; gesturing for the man to reassume his seat. The don sighing slightly, before he began.......

"You're right.....and I wanted to tell you before; but.......but a little part of me was worried that you might see my differently, and I didn't want to ruin tonight, nor did I want to lose you, bell'angelo........." Sal began, as he reached up and places his hand on her cold cheek.

"Gordon and Bullock came to see me, as a group of local thugs had just been found dead........."

"A group of thugs........? Why would they think you had anything to do with that...........? And why would that make me think differently of you......?"

"I think they were just hoping I might know something, and I told them I didn't.......But, but the truth is that I know all about it......I had the men killed; every last one of them. But it was for a good reason........."

"Sal........what.........?"

"They were the gang that killed your parents, (Y/n). My boys found them, and they killed them for me.......for you. I wanted to give you the justice the police hadn't. To give you a little peace of mind and stop you from being so scared......." The big man continued. Sure, that his heart was about to break, as (Y/n) took a step backwards, moving away from his touch.

She knew that she should be horrified by his confession. That she should be scared herself; such an admission surely shocking most people. Yet, she wasn't scared, shocked or horrified; she was in truth, elated. Sal, the man that had helped her so much over the last few months, had had her parent's killers, killed. Had done for her what no one else could or cared to do; and the world suddenly felt safer, felt right.

"You.......you had those men killed, for me..........?" She asked. Yet before Sal could do anything but nod, he found his lost angel wrapping her arms around him before kissing him. Sal reaching up and placing his large hands on each side of her face. The kiss growing deeper, more passionate by the moment. The pair only moving apart, when the need to breath became urgent.

"You aren't angry at me............?"

"Angry.......? How could I be angry at you, Sal? No one has ever done anything this wonderful for me, before. I don't know how to thank you......"

"You don't have to thank me, angel. And I would do anything for you. Anything you wanted.........." Sal replied. Before (Y/n) pulled him in for another kiss.

"You would do anything........?" A sparkling coming to (Y/n)'s eyes, as she finally moved her lips from his and looked up at him.

"Anything to make me happy..........?" Her smile broadening, as Sal nodded.

"Well......if you were to take me back to your place, so that we could have a.......nightcap; instead of taking me back to the church, that would really make me happy..........." Her request making Sal smile back at her. The big man wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leading her to the waiting car.

"Anything for you, my beautiful angel........."