Cruel Love (Gotham/Oswald CobblepotFanFic)

Cobblepot's Forbidden Love: 37. Father -Daughter...

I sit on the porch steps of Cobblepot Manor, my feet on the step below me so I could wrap my arms around my knees, Oswald was walking up the sidewalk to the steps with a smile towards me.

"Why are you sittingout here all alone?" he asked.

I shrugged "Gabe and Zsasz are inside playing poker, I dont feel like joining them." He sat beside me and rested his legs out in front of him, I looked up at him "Where were you."

"Out" was his simple answer before smiling.

I stared at him "Why are you smiling like a madman?"

"Because I am" he said with a laugh and sighed "I am going to do this properly, and you better not yell" he gave me a smirk as he eyed me. I raised my hands over my head in a "I won't" way.

He got on his knee in front on me his hand on my booted knee.

I ot shivers as he looked me in the eyes "Nessita Maroni. We went from fighting each other to fighing side by side, you make me smile everyday when I just think of you. Will you marry me?" he asked slowly and quietly.

He brought a box out of his jacket pocket and opened it, there was a engagement ringon a necklace.

"Oh Oswald, really again?" I said as he smiled.

"You said you were afraid you would lose it. Now you won't." He put the chain over my head and let the ring fall on my chest, I looked at him smiling.

I put a hand to his cheek "You never fail to amaze me."

Clapping came from behind Oswald "Stunning. Absolutely amazing, reminds me of when I proposed to my wife" me and Oswald jumped up and looked at the salt and peppered haired man behind him.

"Who are you?" Oswald snapped.

The man put a hand to his chest "Im sad my daughter did not mention me. I am Damian Michaels. Nice to finally see you again, Nessita."

My breath caught as I looked at the man in a leather jacket, motorcycle boots, long hair with a beard man in front of me.

Damn.

Sitting in the living room with Oswald standing next to the fireplace and my flesh and blood father sitting across from me drinking from a flask was ...weird, I stared at them both for the longest "Um, dad? Why are you in Gotham?" I asked, when he looked at me I added "Not trying to be rude ..just asking."

"Nessita, I am here to talk to you about something ...and to visit Linda's grave" he said and smiled "Nothing else."

Oswald looked at me and I looked up at the ceiling "This is hard for me. Do you realize that? All my life you were never there, when she died you were never there, especially when I needed you."

"I'm here now. Doesn't that matter?"

"A little. But, not much" I admitted as I stood up "I'll meet you at the gravesite tomorrow. Bye, father" I stomped up the stairs to my room and slammed the door behind me.

How can he say that? I don't need him now, I needed him then! How stupid does he think I am!

I kicked my bedside table making it collapse as someone knocked on the door "What the hell is it?" I snapped, it opened and Zsasz peeped his head in making me become a little less tense.

He smiled "So ..father daughter reunion not go as planned?" He asked caringly. I couldnt help it I burst out in tears and sat on the bed holding my head in my hands. Zsasz frowned as he sat beside me.

The closest person I got to family. That is all I wanted at the moment.

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I dont know how I managed it. But I fell asleep on Victor and he put me under the covers, I had woken up, ate and gotten dressed in a dark purple top with lace sleeves, black jeans, black boots. Purple lipstick and black eyeliner.

I stood in the cemetery waitin on Damian Michaels.

My mothers headstone had a picture of a cross on one size and roses on the other. I was heartbroken to be here.

I felt a hand to my shoulder and looked up to Oswald. His eyes stared into mine as I sniffed a bit and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped a arm protectively around my shoulders as a motorcycle pulled up.

Damian got off his motorcycle, roses in one hand and his bike helmet innthe other. He shook out his hair and walked towards us.

He knelt in front of my mothers grave and started whispering, I couldnt catch what he was sayinghe was whispering so low but he did lay the flowers down onto the grave before standing up and looking at me.

"I know I wasnt there. But, I do want to make up for it" he said slowly and gave a small smile "Im at the hotel across from Gotham casino. You can catch me at both places."

He turned around and walked away knowing I wasnt going to say anything to him.

Oswald moved hairnfeom my face "Are you alright?"

"Yeah" I said and smiled.

We both knew it was a lie.