Gotham is a magic place

"Gertrud, the traveler"

Gotham was too far to be a good place to live. It was known for been a corrupt city led by crime. It had an air of gloom, and its always cloudy sky and dark buildings didn't help. No one with sense would ever move to Gotham. But, we have also to consider the group of "Others" the ones that didn't choose to live here, whose families had lived for generations, decades, even before of the foundation itself of Gotham.

A lot of tales have been told, nonsensical and crazy, some are just rumors created all over the years, but some ones are true. Sadly, these ones eventually mixed with the others and nowadays you can't tell which one is the true.

But that is not important, is it?

In Gotham you can find anything, I mean—anything.

Magic even. Yes. Wizards, witches, sorcerers.

After the fatal witch-hunting many years ago, they had to run away and protect themselves, so what better place than Gotham? A depressed and forgotten town.

The Kapelputs were an ancient and noble german family, all of them wizards and pureblood, graduates from Durmstrang . Gertrud Kapelput wasn't the exception, she studied and prepared herself as a witch; the difference between her and her family was that she didn't stay in Germany.

When she finished her studies she decided to leave, she wanted to visit other places, know other cultures and meet wizards of other countries. But above everything, she wanted to marry for love, not just to keep her family blood "pure".

So she did it. And for that reason, her family disowned her.

Her trip ended in Gotham, where she met a rich young man, son of muggles; he looked like an ordinary person, but Gertrud recognized him, she knew that like her, he was also a wizard.

It was love at first sight, and Gertrud couldn't get him out of her mind, so much so that she appeared in his mansion and applied for the cook position, so she could spend more time with him.

Elijah Van Dahl was his name, and he was the most precious man Gertrud could have seen in her life.

It was amazing how they could spend hours talking about anything and yet it was never enough time.

-Elijah... you... do you believe in magic?-she asked one day, testing the waters before revealing the truth about her... And well, his too.

-Well, this is Gotham, my dear. There's nothing impossible in this city- Elijah answered, gently stroking her hair.

Gertrud gave a little giggled, charmed by the gesture.

-What would you say if...? If I were... If I tell you...

Elijah raised a brow, confuse.

-I... I am a... a witch- she said finally, embarrassed. She knew how the muggles used to take that kind of information... but, Elijah wasn't precisely a muggle.

-You're not a witch! Who could have said something like this to you? Don't believe it for a second, you... you're a wonderful girl... and you're very sweet... and your food is exquisite too and... I'm not going to allow anyone to insult the woman I love!

Gertrud coudn't help but blush with every word that Elijah had said.

-You... what?

-Oh! I said... Oh!-Elijah mumbled, realizing that he had just confessed his love to her.

Gertrud smiled, her eyes filled with tears of joy, she took his face in her hands and kissed him.

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But in Gotham things are never easy, even if they look like that. Sooner or later the city will intervene.

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She couldn't be happier, she was pregnant! Elijah and her would have a son, she was so excited to tell him, they would be a family. Oh, and their baby, their little one, would he be a wizard like them? It wouldn't matter; they would love him no matter what.

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It wasn't fair, she couldn't make him renounce his family, what kind of life would they have? "One with love" whispered a part of her, but she didn't listen. She took the money Elijah's parents gave her and left.

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She traveled for a while, but eventually came back to Gotham. She got a job and a place to live (a livable apartment). Yes, they could make it. Her little Oswald and she, her little Cobblepot. Maybe –just maybe- he would inherit the magic, the one that ran through the veins of his parents.