The Penguin And His Dove

Your A Good Boy

Oswald and I stepped out of the limo and were looking up at an old looking apartment building. He shut the car door behind me , turned to me and smiled.

"I have someone very special I want you to meet. " He said sweetly. He began walking to the entrance of the building. I followed him . When we walked in the place smelt musty and damp. We stepped in to the elevator and the smell of urine was overwhelming. Where the hell was he taking me ? We stood in the lift in silence. The elevator dinged and we stepped out in to a dark , cold  and damp corridor. Oswald hobbled down past a few doors. People shouting from inside rooms , things smashing , babies crying. I didn't like this place at all. He knocked on one of the doors and stood up straight , me at his side. From inside the room he knocked, you could hear faint jazz music. My heart pounded a bit . Not knowing where we were and what I was getting my self in to. The door opened slightly. The clunk of a chain as it only opened a small bit. I saw two eyes looking at me through the gap. 

"Hello Mother" Oswald said beaming. The door shut quickly. I could hear the chain quickly being undone and the door bursting open. It was Oswald's Mother. The same lady who was a nit tone deaf , singing at Oswald's Lounge.

"My little boy. You have returned to your mother" . She used both hands and cupped his face, planting a kiss on each cheek. She pulled him close to her,hugging Oswald tightly. She stroked his hair as she held him. She looked over at me and released Oswald.

"And who is this " She said. She looked me from head to toe. She frowned as she looked , as If I was filth .  Oswald straightened himself up.

"Mother , this is "(Y/N), she is very close with me and works with me at the lounge. I was hoping you would invite us in and let us have tea with you " It was quiet for a moment as she looked me up and down again. Her frown turned to a smile and she opened her arms.

"Any friend of Oswald's is a friend of mine " She said. She took me in her arms and hugged me tight, squeezing me slightly. She smelt musty and very strongly of different perfumes. The bracelets on her hands and her necklaces jingled and she left me go. She looked at us both again.

"Come in. Come in!" She said turning to enter her apartment. Oswald followed behind her  , as I did with Oswald. Her house was very old. Antique furniture scattered about the living room , oil paintings on the walls. Long curtains hung from the windows. She scuttled over to one of the sofas , her dress trailing behind her and sat down , patting the space next to her , ushering for Oswald to sit with her. I sat in the chair opposite and watched them as they spoke .

"Why do you not call your mother. I have been worried sick about my baby. " She leaned forward and took his hands in hers , stroking the tops of his hands as she spoke .

" I know you are a big boss now but you know I worry" She said in her strong accent.

"Mother I know , but I am a very important person and I have a lot of things that need taking care of" He said sweetly, looking in to her eyes.

" You make sure your not meddling with the wrong crowd and getting  in to trouble with hussy's!" Her eyes shot at me and looked back at Oswald. He chucked slightly. My eyes widened. She really was protective of Oswald. 

"I am a big boy now Mother. After all I am the King of Gotham " He said arrogantly.  She rubbed his leg.

"And such a good boy you are " She stood up and made her way to the kitchen and began making tea, from where I was sat the kitchen was next to the living room. She spoke as she made the tea. 

" So who is the lady you bring home" She said , her back towards Oswald and me.

"(Y/N) . As I said , we are close and she works for me, she is a delight" He smiled looking over to me. I don't think he was comfortable about telling her what we got up to.

"Close?" She repeated. I knew where this conversation was heading. She walked back in to the living room holding a tray. It had a teapot , three cups, sugar and milk. She placed in on to the coffee table that separated the two sofas. She sat down again and looked at me , glaring.

"I hope you are taking good care of my boy . I would hate for anything bad to happen to him . He is such a sweet boy for his mother." Oswald blushed.

"She is taking very good care of me. " He said looking down. I could see a slight blush .He cleared his throat and leant forward and began to pour us all tea.

"We will have to be getting off soon , we have places we need to be" Oswald said changing the subject.

"Must you leave so soon" She said sadly, curling her lip at him. Before Oswald could answer, her face lit up.

"You could stay here! For the evening. Your room is just as you left it. Your friend can stay to" She smiled as she spoke. Oswald shook his head as he passed Gertrude a cup of tea.

"Oh mother I cant accept _-" he said shaking his head.

"Of course you can stay , your not to busy for your mother are you" She said. She seemed to have this hold over Oswald that he felt he couldn't tell her no and upset her.

"If you insist, but we must be going first thing" He said. She clapped her hands in excitement. 

"Oh how wonderful. I will put fresh linen on the bed for you" She placed her cup on to the table and quickly trotted off to one of the doors that were leading off from the living room. Oswald looked over to me.

"I like sleepovers " He said childishly. He looked me up and down, a smirk creeping across his pale face. What was he thinking?  He picked up his mug and looked at me . 

" If I had known we were staying I would have brought bed wear for us. That's a shame" He smiled evilly as he placed the mug up against his lips and drank the warm contents.  His mind reeling with ideas knowing I had nothing to wear to bed. Well played Oswald, well played.