Strangers in the Dark

King of Gotham

Oswald Pov

     It was about a week later and the number still sat on my bead side table. It was a busy week,three hit men to hire, four spats over territory, and a truck driver running a bad drug deal, but if everything went as planned I would have the weekend free. I picked up my phone.

(okay before anyone says anything I know they shouldn't have smartphones, but in season one he had one so ... This also makes easier dialogue)

     Have any plans Saturday?-Oswald

     No, have any ideas?-(y/n)

     Dinner?-Oswald

     Of course!-(y/n)

    I'll pick you up at seven. Dress nice!-Oswald

I smiled and put the phone back.

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     I stood outside (y/n)'s apartment. She walked out and I smiled. She was dressed in a simple black dress with her hair up.

  "Hi," she said.

  "Hello, You look lovely," I answered.

  "Thank you," I saw a blush creep onto her cheeks.

  "Well then, come along," I said holding out my arm to her.

     I'd chosen a club owned my Jim Gordon's ex lover/stalker Barbra. From what I heard around town, she was doing well. We ordered wine and sat in the yellow glow of the lights over head.

    I watched as she ran a finger around the rim of her glass.

  "I looked you up  through a few people." she said without looking up.

  "Find anything interesting?" I asked.

  "King of Gotham?" she said, a smirk playing on her lips. I took a sip of my wine,

  " Oh, that's just a title," I said smiling a little.

  "Big title," she said.

  "I suppose so." 

  "What's that like, being king?" she asked.

  "busy, tiring, but so worth it." I said leaning across the table.

  "What do you do? I sure the mayor doesn't know about you."

 "Oh, there are a lot of things the mayor doesn't know about, but me, yes," I answered leaning back as the waiter set down our food.

  "Then what do you do?" she repeated. I thought for a moment. "I keep criminals in check, the ones I can. I guess you could say I'm the boss of the mob bosses, the lord of the drug lords, and the hitter of hitmen.

 "Hmm, big talk from a man that ordered a daiquiri."

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      My walking stick echoed loudly as it clicked against the sidewalk. The sounds of the city were far off and muffled, like listening through a closed door. (y/n)was talking animatedly about work. She had a desk job as a secretary for a CEO at Wayne enterprises. I only smiled,half listening, as I looked at her.

  "I'm sorry, I'm rambling," she said suddenly, "You don't want to hear about this."

  "Oh, no, I do. It's nice to hear stories like this after a week of settling disputes about who can kill who." I said. She giggled. No one ever laughed at my jokes unless they were in danger of being killed.

  "I can't believe I'm on a date with you," she said. It sounded so odd for someone to say that to me.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  " I mean you're the king of Gotham, and I'm just me."

    I leaned in without thinking and kissed her. "What do you think? a king needs a queen. Want to rule beside me?"