Gotham Imagines and One Shots

A Chance Meeting - Oswald x Reader

"And where do you think you are going young lady?" Butch asked, as he looked up from his paper, watching as (Y/n) made her way to the door.

"What does it look like, I'm going out; as much as I love being couped up with you, this is Gotham, and I am going to the museum." (Y/n) said sarcastically, as she put on her coat and grabbed her bag.

"The whole reason that you are here is so that we can protect you, that means you have to stay indoors and out of sight." Butch told (Y/n), walking over to where his sister stood defiantly.

"Butch, you are my big brother, and I love you; but I swear to god, if you don't let me get out of here, I am going to lose it." (Y/n) said, as she stared up at the big man.

Butch had brought his younger sister back to Gotham after a series of threats against him had led him to believe that she would also be a target, and if there was one person that Butch loved and would do anything to protect, it was (Y/n); but after so much time being confined with only him to look at, he could understand why she wanted out.

"Ok, fine but I want you to message me every thirty minutes to let me know you are ok, and if anyone comes up to you, I want ya to come back straight away." Butch ordered, as (Y/n) shook her head and stood to attention.

"Yes sir, every half an hour sir." (Y/n) said mockingly, as she saluted to Butch, kissing him on the cheek as she left his home.

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(Y/n) walked through the streets of the city, humming to herself happily as she felt the warm spring breeze blow delicately through her hair; as much as she loved Butch, having him there all the time, watching her every move had made her feel like she was suffocating, so to be able to get out, and go to her favourite place in the city made her feel alive again.

She couldn't help but smile as she saw the big building that she knew so well; when she was a child, every chance she got she would come to the great gothic museum, always ending up in her favourite section, spending hours slowly walking through the Egyptian rooms, taking notes and sketching the artifacts until she would inevitably come to sit in front of a colossal bust of the Pharaoh Ramesses II, where she would drift off, wondering how life would have been three thousand years ago.

After many quiet hours of perusing the new collections, and her old favourites, (Y/n) found herself standing in front of the great Pharaoh.

"Hello, my old friend, long time no see." (Y/n) whispered, her hand ghosting over the cold granite of the bust, as she looked up into the face of the King.

"My brother is driving me insane, and as much as I know he wants to protect me, I needed to get away from him and come and see you." (Y/n) said, sitting down on the bench that faced the colossal piece of stone.

"Did you know that he signed the first international peace treaty in history?" A melodious voice said from behind (Y/n) as she continued to gaze at the statue.

"Yes, with the Hittites; he also married the Hittite King's oldest daughter as a show of diplomatic good faith." (Y/n) replied, finally turning to look at the man that had taken a seat next to her.

She had to admit that he was quite handsome, a dark haired, pale skinned, mysterious kind of handsome, that made her want to look at him all the more as he stared at the statue, his deep eyes taking in every aspect of the bust. (Y/n) furrowed her brow sightly as she noticed the umbrella in his hands that he fiddled with nervously, wondering why, given the day was fine and in fact quite beautiful, he would be carrying such a thing; but in a way it made him all the more intriguing.

"So, you know a lot about him?" The man asked, as (Y/n) turned her gaze back to the Pharaoh.

"Ramesses II, also known as Ramesses the Great, third king of the 19th dynasty; his 66 year reign is considered by many to be the height of Egyptian power and glory. Builder of some of the most glorious monuments in Egypt, the best, in my humble opinion being the great temples of Abu Simbel. The father of over one hundred children, many of which he outlived, and husband to nearly two hundred wives and concubines." (Y/n) said, noticing out of the corner of her eye that the man had turned to look at her, a small smile gracing his thin lips.

"He sounds like an old friend?" The man asked curiously, looking intently at (Y/n).

"He is. Ramesses and I have known one another for a very long time; I have been coming here since I was a young child, and I always end my visit with a quick call on the old man." (Y/n) said, smiling as she turned to look at the man next to her, her eyes falling under the spell of his deep gaze.

"I myself love it here too, though I do not get to visit as much as I would like; but if I had known that you came here, I may have come by a little more often." The man said, a nervous subtle smile pulling at the corner of his lips as both he and (Y/n) began to blush.

"I'm afraid I'm only here myself because my brother is driving me crazy, and I find that a few hours haunting the rooms here, makes me feel better." (Y/n) confessed, the man furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Your brother? Why would your brother be driving you crazy?" The inquisitive man asked, watching as (Y/n) looked down at her hands.

"Well, I don't suppose that you have heard of a man called Butch Gilzean, have you?" (Y/n) asked, looking back up at the man who looked both worried and shocked as he anxiously looked around.

"I do yes, I actually work for Miss Mooney." The man confessed, as he fidgeted with the umbrella.

"Oh, you work for Fish, I know her well. Wait, are you Oswald Cobblepot?" (Y/n) asked, turning fully to look at the man head on.

"I..... well yes, I am, how do you know?" Oswald asked, feeling slightly less anxious as the young woman smiled at him.

"Butch has spoken about you, he talks about lots of people, but I must admit that I found you the most interesting person he's mentioned." (Y/n) told a bright red Oswald.

"You..... you found me interesting?" Oswald enquired, finding it hard to believe that such a beautiful woman would be interested in even the idea of him, let alone still be happily sat next to him.

"Of course, I know most of the others that Butch talks about, but I have never had the chance to meet you before, so when he mentioned you I thought it would be nice to meet you." (Y/n) confessed, as she looked into his deep eyes.

"Oswald, I don't suppose that you would be interested in joining me for tea, would you? I know this quaint little tea shop just around the corner, and I would so enjoy your company." (Y/n) said, chuckling slightly as Oswald nervously ran his finger around the inside of his shirt collar.

"I er....... I would like that." Oswald told her, watching as (Y/n) stood and offered him her arm.

"Well then Mister Cobblepot, shall we?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as Oswald got to his feet and respectfully took her offered arm.

As the two slowly made there way from the museum, talking as they went, both of them couldn't be happier about their chance meeting, both hoping that this could become something more.