Gotham Oneshots- Requests Are Open!

Speak now

Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Speak Now"

Ed POV

I sit on my bed, staring in shock at the text from Barbara.

*He's engaged to Michelle Smith*

This isn't right. Michelle isn't the woman for Oswald, that's for sure. Why would he even date a woman? I assumed he was gay from that... episode.

I flop back on the bed, letting out a frustrated groan. Oswald can't marry her. He just... can't.

I text Barbara back.

*When's the wedding?*

*This Saturday at 3:00, The Gotham Hotel.*

*Thanks*

That Saturday, I sneak into the venue, only to see Michelle Smith's snotty little family dressed in pastel. I hear Michelle in another room yelling at a bridesmaid.

"Michelle! Stop it! You're overreacting!"

"You're the overreacter! My hair is a mess!"

"You look perfect! Now hush! The dress is perfect, your makeup is perfect, your hair is perfect! Everything is perfect!"

"Ugh! Please! I'm only marrying that worthless ugly bird so I can get his money when he dies under mysterious circumstances!"

That gold-digging whore! I gasp in shock when I hear her screech that.

An hour later, the ceremony starts. The organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march. I'm hiding in the curtains, watching as that lying gold-digging whore floats down the aisle like a pageant queen.

I know you wish it was me... don't you?

I hear the officiant say 'speak now or forever hold your peace.' There's a silence. Here's my last chance. I step out from my hiding place with shaking hands. All eyes are on me.

"Oswald. I'm not the kind of guy to be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you're not the kind of man who should be marrying the wrong person."

"Ed, i--"

"Who is this?!" Michelle yells.

"He's an old friend, Michelle."

"An old friend you used to be in love with. You loved me, Oswald. Just as I love you. You can't marry her, Oswald. She doesn't even love you! I heard her say that she's only marrying you for your money!" I insist.

Michelle's face fucking drops. I can see the panic seizing her.

"Is this true?" Oswald says, that familiar edge to his voice. That edge that always comes out right before he gets really pissed off.

"Well, I--"

"YOU LIAR!" Oswald screams. "I NEVER SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED YOU! YOU'RE ONLY MARRYING ME FOR MY MONEY?!"

"WHAT DOES IT MATTER? YOU'RE RICH! YOU HAVE LOTS OF MONEY!!" Michelle screeches. She throws a tantrum anytime she doesn't get what she wants, too.

"YOU EVER STOP TO THINK THAT MAYBE YOU'RE JUST A GIANT TODDLER SOMETIMES?!"

"DO YOU, BIRDMAN?!"

"I'M OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR LYING FACE EVER AGAIN, MICHELLE SMITH!!!"

With that, Oswald storms out of the room. I stand here awkwardly, not sure what to do.