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Penguin and his Queen - Gotham Penguin x Reader

She looked up at Butch through tear soaked eyes. "Really?" She sniffed.

"Really (y/n), your clever, beautiful and deadly, you're the complete package, any man would want you. We all know who really runs Gotham, and believe me, without you, Oswald would be nothing." Butch told her, kissing her on top of the head.

She pushed herself away from him, wiped her eyes and straightened herself.

"Thank you Butch; now, I would appreciate it if you would find my brother and bring him to me."

Butch's eyes grew wide again. "You want Victor?"

The Queen moved and sat on one of the sofas. "Yes Butch, I want Victor, NOW!"

Butch rushed off searching the mansion for the Queen's twin brother.

"Morning Butch." Came a sudden call from behind the big man; Butch turned around thankful to finally find the man he was looking for.

"Thank fuck for that, where have you been Victor? (Y/n) needs you."

As soon as Victor heard that his sister needed him, he was off, Butch hung by his side trying to explain what had happened.

As both men made it to the lounge, they found the Queen sitting in her large chair that everyone had dubbed her throne.

Victor flew to her side. "(Y/n), tell me what you need me to do."

"I need a gun Victor, something small and discrete but will still make a big mess."

"(Y/n), let me take care of it for you."

She gently caressed her brothers face. "Just get me the gun Victor."

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As the evening wore on the Queen looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing the shortest, tightest dress she could find; it showed way too much cleavage and far too much leg, she smiled gleefully knowing that Oswald would hate it.

As she made her way to the lounge room, the eyes of the goons in the room all fell on the Queen.

"Butch, I need you to take me to the club."

Butch gulped, his eyes wandered over her body, his thoughts only interrupted by the irritated cough of her brother.

"(Y/n), the boss will go crazy if he sees you in that! You know he hates other men looking at you." Butch told her.

She kissed the large man on the cheek. "And that's exactly why I'm wearing it Butch. Now, are you going to drive me, or do I take myself?"

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The car drew up to the front of the club, and Butch helped the Queen out of the car.

"I would like it if you would escort me inside." She told Butch as she took his arm.

"Good Evening Mrs. Cobblepot, it's nice to see you again." Said the door man.

"Hello Travis, is Mr. Cobblepot inside?"

The large doorman nodded. "Yes ma'am, the boss is here."

Travis opened the door to let the Queen inside; she looked at Butch before she let his arm go.

"Stay out of my way tonight Butch, whatever happens, stay out of my way." She warned.

Butch nodded, being more worried about what she could do rather than anything Oswald could think of.