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Penguin and his Queen - Gotham Penguin x Reader

Making her way into the club she looked around finally catching sight of her husband seemingly holding court. As she walked through the crowd, the DJ spotted her, and the music stopped.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The DJ announced, causing Oswald to quieten the group that surrounded him.

"I would like to introduce you to an old friend of mine, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The Queen of Gotham herself, (Y/N)!"

The DJ beckoned her up to the stage, and the crowd cheered as she appeared. Oswald's eyes grew wide as he saw his wife, his dove, up on the stage; his blood began to boil as he saw the men that surrounded him leer at her. How dare any other man look at his Queen in such a way; she was his and only his.

We watched as she whispered into the DJ's ear causing him to grin happily.

"Ok boys and girls, clear the dance floor cos you're in for a treat, the Queen has asked to dance!" Declared the DJ.

Oswald's fingernails dug into the table, scratching grooves into the smooth wood; (Y/n) had been a dancer since she was young and was well known in certain circles, and the way she moved was sinful. No other man had seen her dance since the day Oswald had brought the murderous twins in to work for him; from the moment he saw her he knew that no one else could have her.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest as she swaggered to the centre of the floor, the music started and she began to sway slowly at first, but then her hands started to suggestively wander up and down her body; her hips snaking.

Oswald started to growl under his breath, he had been neglecting her needs as well as his own; he hadn't been home, too busy with the business and the clubs. He spent his nights on the sofa in his office not wanting to disturb her, and now here she was mere feet from him, her body pressed up against those of other men in the crowd.

Oswald caught sight of Butch hungrily watching his Queen, along with every other man in the room; he jumped up from the table pushing his way through the crowd. Oswald grabbed hold of the big man, pulling him behind him into the entrance hall.

"DID YOU BRING MY QUEEN HERE?" Oswald bellowed.

"Boss, I had to." Butch tried to explain.

"WHY?!"

Butch rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Well you see boss, Mrs. Cobblepot thinks you're cheating on her with one of the sluts at the club and she's really angry and you made her cry and now she's here to get her own back on you by showing you what you're giving up oh and she has a gun and I think she might kill someone!!' Butch blurted out all in one breath.

Oswald's heart dropped upon hearing the man's confession.

"My dove thinks that I want someone else other than her. I made her cry?" Oswald's eyes suddenly grew wide.

"What do you mean, she has a gun?" He asked Butch.

Butch shrugged and looked down at the floor.

"Victor got it for her."

Oswald hurriedly limped back into the club; he couldn't see his wife for the throng of men surrounding her; but he could hear her laugh. Finally finding his way through the men he saw her properly. The sight of her in that dress was all it took to arouse his longing, only his Queen could cause such stirrings within him. He moved closer, watching her as she chose to ignore him, instead choosing to flirt with her myriad of assorted admirers.

"My love." Oswald whispered into her ear.

"What do you want Penguin?" She hissed. Oswald was taken aback momentarily by her use of the moniker.