The first time he had laid eyes on you, Fish Mooney had told him that you had a voice that made heads turn and eyes widen in surprise. Oswald had no doubt about that since a beautiful woman like yourself would have an equally divine voice to match. He watched you with curious eyes, a small smile on his face, as the spotlight was lowered onto your (h/c) head. Your eyes were rimmed with black, making your (e/c) pop and when your eyes flickered upwards and met his, he felt his breath hitch in his throat.
“Don’t get too riled up now,” Fish Mooney said, giving him a look. “Just wait until you hear her sing.”
Oswald waited on by excitedly. You took a step up to the microphone; your blue velvet dress sparkling underneath the light. Your red painted lips parted and a voice sweet as honey that had a twinkling sound like wind chimes, was heard.
“You say that you wanna go
To a land that's far away
How are we supposed to get there
With the way that we're living today?
You talk lots about God
Freedom comes from the call
But that's not what this bitch wants
Not what I want at all~”
Fish Mooney poked her manicured red nail into Oswald’s side, later pointing up to you on stage. “Oh here it comes. Now you better be listening, Penguin.”
Inwardly, he grimaced at the nickname but he still smiled at her and said, “I wouldn’t miss a single word, Miss.”
“I want money, power and glory
I want money and all your power, all your glory
Hallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got
Hallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got~”
Oswald listened intently, hanging onto every word that left your mouth. The corner of your lips would sometimes quirk upwards into a smirk and when your eyes glanced at him, he noticed the way a faint blush appeared on your cheeks. It would only be there for a few seconds but it had still appeared. Oswald thought it was cute whenever that happened. When the song came to an end, Fish Mooney clapped only for a seconds while Oswald continued.
“Bravo darling,” she grinned. “Your pretty voice will bring me lots of new customers.” She paused for a second to glare at Oswald. “Penguin, my dear, you can stop clapping now.”
“Sorry Miss,” he apologized, looking down at his feet before flashing you a small smile. He was purely smitten with you and Fish Mooney could tell.
“Well I won’t be needing you for now, honey, so go home and relax until it’s show time tomorrow,” Fish Mooney grinned.
“Thank you, Miss,” you smiled.
Your heels clicked against the stage as you made your way down. You gathered your things which were placed at a table in front of the stage. You had just been slipping on your coat when Oswald had approached you. Oswald wasn’t the type to leave Fish’s side so he couldn’t help but feel thankful to his boss for ordering him to accompany you home.
“Hello, Miss,” he smiled at you. “Fish Mooney says I should accompany you home. You know how bad the streets of Gotham can be. I hope this is alright.”
“It’s not a problem at all,” you smiled back. “My name is (Name), by the way. And you are…?”
“Oswald Cobblepot,” he grinned. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The two of you walked out of the nightclub and Oswald helped you call a cab. He had opened the door for you to let you in first and then slid onto the seat next to you. He wasn’t sure what to say to you at first. He wasn’t too good at small talk. Usually Fish Mooney would tell him when to speak and how to talk to her so it’s natural that socializing wasn’t exactly his forte. However he had just met you and was curious as to how you found out about the nightclub so that’s just what he decided to ask.
“So what brought you to the nightclub?” he asked. “Do you know Fish Mooney personally?”
You played with the strap of your pocket book. “Well not exactly….I’ve never had a chance to speak to her until just a few days ago but before I got up on stage, the people that I knew always talked about her and how she could help me. I didn’t believe it at first but here I am.” You pulled back your coat so that he could see the dress you were wearing that still sparkled in the dimly lit cab. “Do you see this dress?”
“Yes, it’s a beautiful one.”
“Fish got it for me.”
“Really?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I was just as surprised but she told me that she likes her girls to dress good on stage. One day I get a knock on my apartment door and there’s this white box at my doorstep. I open it and I find this dress with a note attached telling me to stop by her nightclub so she could hear me sing.”
“She can be kind like that…” Oswald remarked, leaving it at that. He wasn’t sure what sort of people you were tied with or what messes you had gotten yourself into. He didn’t want to make assumptions but usually the people of Gotham didn’t always have a past that was as lavish as the clothes on their backs.
You nodded. “Yes, I see that now. Before I started singing, I was struggling to pay the apartment bills. But since Fish Mooney paid me a little in advance, I’m feeling pretty good about myself.”
The cab was soon nearing your destination which meant that Oswald would have to be returning soon. Soon, the cab pulled to a stop in front of an old, shabby looking apartment building with a creepy looking alley on the side. The entrance doors had glass that were now tinted yellow and had dust coating them. The steps leading up to the buildings were uneven and looked like a death trap for anyone who had a cane or a limp.
“Well here’s my stop….” You turned to him and you leaned in to give him a quick hug. “Thank you, Mr. Cobblepot, for bringing me home. It’s been a long time since I’ve been treated nicely.”
“It’s not a problem, Miss. But please, call me Oswald,” he grinned.
With a final nod, you got out of the cab and started heading up to your apartment. Oswald waited in the cab, watching you go and even still waiting when you disappeared into the building. He just wanted to make sure you’d be alright.
“We can go now, sir,” he told the cabbie after ten minutes had passed.
“Finally,” the cabbie muttered.
♦♦♦One Month Later♦♦♦
“You know sometimes I don’t understand how I put up with this place,” you spat, propping yourself up on the kitchen counter.
You had just finished your performance on stage and you were making you way off to go and change into something different before your next act started when a man thought it’d be necessary to grab your ass. Fish Mooney hadn’t scolded the man and told you to shake it off. Oswald wanted to intervene but could tell that that would be a bad idea. After that happened, you stormed your way into the nightclub’s kitchen, Oswald following behind after he made sure Fish Mooney wouldn’t be needing him.
“It can get hard sometimes, I know,” he nodded. “Especially with those losers who waltz in here every five minutes.”
“More like every five seconds,” you scoffed. You reached into your purse and pulled out a cigarette. “Do me a favor and light me up?”
He looked in the kitchen’s drawers till he found a lighter and brought the flame up to the tip of your cigarette, eyes flickering to your lips and lingering there for a seconds. You leaned back against the counter; taking a long drag of your cigarette and blowing out the smoke. The entire time Oswald couldn’t help but stare at your signature red painted lips.
“Don’t just stare if you’re not gonna do anything,” you giggled, having caught him staring.
“S-Sorry,” Oswald smiled awkwardly at you, blushing.
With that, you laughed, your diamond earrings shaking. Oswald wanted to ask where you got those since when Fish Mooney made a remark about them, it looked like she hadn’t bought them for you. It made him wonder how you could live in such a shitty apartment but still own something like diamond earrings. When he had first met you, he thought you were a nice, innocent young lady. He still thought you were nice of course, but, his thoughts on you being innocent were now wavering.
Not that he didn’t mind that.
Besides, Fish Mooney had told him countless of times before that bad girls are more fun to play with.
♦♦♦A Week Later♦♦♦
After running off to do an errand for Fish Mooney, Oswald had returned to see you sitting at the back of the nightclub sitting with Carmine Falcone. You had a stern expression on your face: lips pulled back into a tight frown, eyes glancing at the crime boss with disgust, and you kept drumming your fingernails on the table in annoyance.
He sat by the bar, deciding to wait for Fish Mooney there while he also listened in on the conversation.
“I’m telling you Carmine,” you hissed. “I’m not going back to that life. I can’t. I finally have something that’s mine and I don’t have to worry about someone taking that away from me.”
“And you think you’re safe working for Fish Mooney?” He then chuckled weakly. “I don’t think you understand, B.B—”
“No,” you spat, voice rising. “You don’t understand. That’s not my name anymore. It’s (Name). Just (Name). And just because Gotham is slipping through your fingers, doesn’t mean you should try to drag me back into the life I left behind.” You got up from your seat, eyes narrowing down at him. “In case you haven’t heard, I’m singing now. And I’m damn good at it.”
Carmine was left with a bitter expression on his face as you stormed off. When you passed by Oswald, you grabbed him by the collar of his suit and dragged him outside of the nightclub. You both now stood in the alley. Well, Oswald was standing while you were pacing.
“You heard, didn’t you?” you asked, stopping only for a second to look into his eyes before beginning to pace again.
“Yes I did….I’m sorry…” he said quietly.
“It’s fine. The whole goddamn nightclub probably heard,” you rolled your eyes. “That Carmine….Who does he think he is?”
“Well he is the head of Gotham’s biggest organized crime network,” Oswald stated. “It’s no surprise that he acts the way he does.”
You stopped pacing, placing your hands on your hips. “I know that!” you snapped, Oswald flinching slightly. “I worked with the….bastard.”
“Yeah I figured from the conversation you two had. He called you….B.B?”
“It stands for Blue Blood. Sometimes he called me Bella Blue or Bella Blue Blood…” you trailed off, hands dropping from your waist.
“Can I ask why…?”
“Because he would always send me when he wanted to leave someone looking black and blue,” you explained, trailing off after that.
You raked your fingers through your hair and let out a heavy sigh. Oswald thought about where he had heard the nickname before. Now that he thought about it, Fish Mooney had said it once or twice to some of her other gang members. “Watch out for B.B,” or, “Make sure you don’t run into Blue.” That’s what he would hear. This left him confused because if Fish Mooney knew you were dangerous, then why would she let you work for her nightclub?
“Does Fish Mooney know about who you really are?” Oswald asked in a hushed tone.
You shook your head. “No one has ever seen me before. I used to wear a blue mask whenever I was sent out to keep some mouths shut. Some people weren’t even sure if I was a woman. So no, she doesn’t know. At least, I hope not.”
“Well your secret is safe with me, (Name),” Oswald smiled at you.
“You have my word.”
You took a step towards him and cupped his cheek, moving closer until your lips were mere inches away from his. “You’re a sweet man, Oswald,” you murmured, lips brushing against his cheek. “And an adorable one. Maybe you shouldn’t get so offended when people call you Penguin. Penguins are cute afterall.”
You smiled at him faintly before brushing past him back into the nightclub, Oswald being left very red in the face.
♦♦♦One Week Later♦♦♦
After your conversation with Carmine, Oswald had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. He could already picture Gotham up in flames from the war that was approaching but what he couldn’t exactly picture, is where you’d fit in all of this. The gang life was something that you left behind. You had made that clear. Oswald had caught feelings for you ever since you had arrived at the nightclub and these feelings had grown with each passing day. He knew that you were fully capable of handling yourself in tough situations since you worked for Carmine before, but he still couldn’t help but worry.
Oswald was on his way out of the nightclub when he heard the fast sound of heels on pavement in the alley just next to the nightclub. He walked over curiously to see who it could be and saw that it was you. You picked up your long, blue dress that was getting covered in the dirty, muddy alley water and attempted to break out into a sprint. The back door of the nightclub was kicked open and out stepped out what looked to be another one of Carmine’s gang members. He was a burly looking man with large muscles and wore a black button up with jeans.
“Oh no…” Oswald whispered when he saw the man grab onto your shoulder and stop you from running away.
“I said I wouldn’t go back to him!” you screeched, reaching to the hidden knife in your thigh holster.
You managed to cut the man’s sides, making him curse underneath his breath from the pain. You kicked your leg back to get him to release his grip on you but that didn’t help at all. The man only tightened his grip and pushed you against the alley wall, your knife dropping to the floor.
“Looks like you’ve gone soft,” he chuckled near your ear. “And to think….you used to be one of the best. What bullshit.”
“That’s what you think you conniving snake,” you hissed.
He raised a fist in the air and was about to make it hit the back of your skull but you wiggled around in his grasp and moved fast enough to have his fist hit the concrete wall. The pain distracted him enough so that you could stomp on his foot in your high heels. Oswald had enough of standing by so he rushed to your side to pull you away just in time when the man was about to grab you again.
“What’s this little Penguin doing here?” he snarled. “What? Is he trying to protect you now?”
Oswald gave him a dark glare. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”
“Call ya what? Penguin?” he snickered.
You took a step behind Oswald when you saw him grit his teeth and flick out his switch blade. “You really shouldn’t have called him that,” you smirked.
The alley became painted with splatters of red that soon grew into a pool. Oswald had managed to slit the man’s throat and leave some stab wounds on his body. He reached into his pocket to take out a handkerchief to clean off the blood from the blade.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said, looking up at you shyly. “But then again I’m sure you’ve seen worse.”
“Trust me, I have,” you chuckled lightly. “Listen, thank you for….taking care of that.” You looked over to the dead body that Oswald had dragged into the dumpster. “I really appreciate it. Maybe now Carmine will get the message that I’m not going back to his stupid gang.”
“I doubt it,” Oswald rolled his eyes. “It was no problem helping you though we should probably get going now. We don’t wanna be around when the cops show up,” he laughed dryly.
“Yeah, that’s true,” you laughed as well. “My place or yours?”
“Your place sounds lovely,” he grinned. “I-If that’s alright of course.”
You took a step towards Oswald and reached for his hand, his thumb brushing against the back of yours to feel your smooth skin. His eyes flickered down to your lips and you closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were cool to the touch but strangely enough, you melted into the kiss. You felt his hand cup your cheek to pull you closer and when the kiss was over, you were both red in the face.
“That was my way of saying it’s alright by the way,” you giggled.
“Y-Yeah...I figured that,” he grinned.