Gotham Imagines and One Shots

A little late - Oswald x Reader

"Oswaaaaaald......Will you come down, you have been up there for hours......" (Y/n) called out. She was of course exaggerating, just a little; but it still felt as though he had been upstairs getting ready for the evening, all day. And if he didn't come down soon, they would miss the party all together, which would not be the best, given that the function was a Mayoral Halloween party, and Oswald was the mayor. The great and quite often not so good of Gotham, all supposed to be there, doing their best to outdo one another with the costumes they wore; making sure that they stood out from the rest. It something to give them bragging rights for the rest of the year, that how petty these people really were; not that they would admit to that, but (Y/n) could see right through them. She not fooled by all the sparkle and fancy words; knowing that they would happily say nice things to her and Oswald all evening, yet behind their backs would insult them. But it would be she and her sweet Ossie that would have the last laugh, because at the end of the night, when it was all over, he would still be mayor, and she would be the wife of the mayor.

She, just like Oswald, despite who his biological father was, was not someone that had known money, growing up. (Y/n)'s mother, just like Gertrud had done with her son, raising her daughter by herself. The pair having fought, in their own ways, to get through life; doing what they needed to, to achieve their ends. Lying, scheming, playing the game, convincing others that they were not a threat, until their moment came to claim the spotlight. Their meeting, the first moment they had laid their eyes on the other, lighting a spark; two determined people coming together, thriving in one another's company.....in their love. And now, here they were together, most certainly in that spotlight. Though if Oswald didn't hurry up, the spotlight would have decidedly dimmed. He not even having seen her costume yet. The sexy Marie Antoinette look that she was going for, including rather fancy and large white wig, sure to turn a few heads; she happy to give rich snobs that would always believe they were better than them, something to talk about.

"My dove............" The sound of the voice causing her to turn and look up the stairs. A smile coming to her lips, as she saw him stood at the top of the stairs.

"You look...........divine, my love......."

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"Oswaaaaaald......Will you come down, you have been up there for hours......" The sound of her voice, causing him to smile. He aware that if he didn't hurry a little, they might well be late for his own party. But one doesn't rush perfection, and Oswald wanted to look perfect, just for her.

Oswald had been alone for much of his life.....it true that he had his mother; he often seeing Gertrud as the woman in his life. But then there she had been, and from the moment that he had looked into her eyes, he had known that he had found a kindred spirit; Oswald seeing himself in the beautiful woman that had smiled at him. And once he had got to know her, it had become quite obvious that they had much in common; that she too was using her lowly status as a way of studying Gotham's underworld. (Y/n) proving that she had ambition, believing that she had the potential to do great things. And once they had agreed to achieve these great things, together, nothing could hold them back. The once simple umbrella boy of Fish Mooney, sure that he had never been happier; not because Gotham lay before his feet, but because he had (Y/n) by his side. She loving him for everything he was. Oswald pulling the purple frockcoat around his shoulders, before placing the top hat on his head then picking up the umbrella. He taking one last look at his reflection, before making his way out of the room and onto the landing; his heart beginning to race, as he looked down the stairs and saw her.

"My dove............" He called out. The sound of his voice causing her to turn and look up the stairs. A smile coming to her lips, as she looked up at him.

"You look...........divine, my love......." He continued, struggling to take his eyes from her; (Y/n) having kept what she would be wearing, a secret; this the last thing that he thought she would be wearing, but she appeared exquisite. The rather sexy costume, sure to turn more than a few heads that evening; sure to catch the eye of many of his male guests.......and a few female ones, too. He having a feeling that he would spend most of the night feeling ever so slightly jealous, as eyes lingered on exposed supple thighs, and perfectly displayed bosom. The costume hinting just enough at the delights hidden by the tight clothing, to make a man want to see the rest of it. And despite the fact that Oswald had seen the rest on more than one occasion, he found that he wanted to see it again now. To know, when they got to the party, that he had made love to this glorious woman, before they had got there. He quickly making his way down the stairs; (Y/n)'s brows furrowing as he took her hand and began to lead her back up the staircase.

"Oswald.....what are.......what are you doing. What's going on.........?" She asked, as he slowly drew her into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. He taking back off his top hat and purple frockcoat, then stalking towards her. (Y/n) walking backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell onto the mattress. A smile coming to his lips, as he joined her.

"We are going to be a little late for the party.........."