Well here I am again with a new story. Lately I've been having terrible writer's block on my story the one he never forgot. I thought this might help and for the most part it has I now have ideas again for that story. Now I just got to write them down. I own nothing still and I hope you all enjoy. Also you can read the one he never forgot if you don't understand anything about this story. This story is based on Mary's POV mainly concerning her life after Oswald left and how she became the woman we see in the other story. Please read, review, and enjoy.

Chapter 1

Mary's POV…

The tension between Oswald and me as we sat on that bench in Gotham was unbearable. I couldn't remember it ever being like this between us ever before. We had always been closer than any two people could be especially when we admitted to each other that we wanted to be more than just friends. But now this moment, sitting there everything felt like it could fall apart at any moment, and I didn't know what to say. Nothing had ever been able to come between us before, but remembering the day before with his mother I was scared.

"She is his mother. She is the only person who he loves more then me; she could take him away from me," I thought that thought scaring me even more. I knew how Oswald loved his mother and she made it quite clear that she hated me. And while I would never make him choose between us, I didn't want to lose him; he meant so much to me. I loved him with my whole heart. As all this went through my mind, I finally looked at him as he sat at my side. Neither of us said anything as we sat there my umbrella protecting us from the rain as usual. I knew somebody had to break this ungodly silence and it might as well have been me.

"Yesterday didn't exactly go as planned," I whispered. I expected him to respond, to say anything, but he remained silent and in that silence I swore I could hear my heart beat. But then finally he spoke his voice cold like a slap in the face.

"Is he really talking like that to me," I thought feeling a chill that wasn't from the rain.

"Actually yesterday was very enlightening," snapped Oswald turning to finally look at me.

And he wasn't just looking at me, he was glaring at me in a way he never had before.

"He's glaring at me just like she did," I thought that glare burning into my soul as he continued to give me his mother's glare. I had never seen such a look in Oswald's eyes directed at me. Oswald had never looked at me with anything, but kindness and love even before when we were mere friends. I didn't recognize him with this look in his eyes and it hurt to have him look at me like that. Not only did it scare me; it broke my heart.

"Oswald why are you looking at me like that? What do you mean it was enlightening?" I exclaimed turning fully to face him moving closer to him beneath my umbrella so that our knees were nearly touching.

I wanted to take his hands in mine, to kiss his cheeks, to smother his face in my love, and maybe even kiss him for the first time. Anything to make that look, that glare vanish from his face. But before I could he was up off the bench staring down at me still with his cold blue eyes.

"My mother was right, you are nothing to me. I don't love you; you are not worthy of me. You are a seductress; a harlot," screamed Oswald. I know my pain was clear on my face as he finished. He was hurting me in a way that I never thought he would and yet he didn't appear to care. And unlike the day before with his mother, I didn't hold back the tears; this time I let them gather in my eyes before falling over my cheeks.

I couldn't believe this was Oswald, my Oswald saying these things to me.

"This isn't Oswald. Oswald would never say these things; this is something else," I thought holding hope in my heart that there was some sort of explanation for this. If he had ever spoken to me like this before it would have been different, but he hadn't. I knew he never would, he was my Oswald, ever the gentleman, and he loved me. He would never hurt me like this; there had to be a reason for this.

"Oswald loves me," I thought as he continued calling me a seductress, names only his mother would use. He didn't mean any of this. He didn't mean what he was saying; I held hope in my heart that this was true. He had once said he would love me for the rest of his life, he had meant that then, and I knew he still loved me. Love didn't just disappear like that.

I couldn't deny that what he said stunned me, it took me a moment to gather the hope around me like a shield, but finally I stood from the bench. I stood there right in front of him my umbrella protecting us both once more as I looked at this man I loved so much searching for that love in his eyes. But I didn't find it; instead all I saw was that horrid glare he shared with his mother. I searched for my Oswald somewhere in those eyes, but I saw nothing. I saw absolutely nothing, not a single shred of the love he had professed to me so many times. I didn't know who this man in front of me was, but it wasn't my Oswald. Of that I was absolutely sure.

"Oswald I love you," I whispered looking into his eyes still hoping to see the man I loved suddenly appear.

"I told you I don't love you; I never did. You're nothing to me absolutely nothing. You're nothing, but a worthless whore," snapped Oswald and it was with those words that he shattered my heart beneath his fist.

"I don't care how much I love him he will not talk to me like that. I took it from his mother; I will not take it from him," I thought as I moved my hand in one swift movement slapping him hard across the face. And as my hand connected with his face I will never forget that sound like the crack of a whip.

"Oh my god," I thought after I had slapped him. It was a reflex action that I didn't regret because I would not let him talk that way to me. But it was hard to believe I had done it; I had never thought I'd have a reason to slap Oswald, never ever in my life. I think he was as shocked as me as he stumbled back in response. And when he looked at me again his eyes were wide and as I went to move my hand back to my side he grabbed it holding it in his tight grasp. My tears were still leaving me then as I waited for him to respond to what I had done; this man was not my Oswald he was somebody else so I didn't know what to expect.

"What are you going to do, Oswald? Call me a whore again, hit me back; what are you going to do?" I thought as I peered up at him the salty taste of my tears on my tongue. Another part thought he might say nothing. Part of me expected him to just simply walk away, to forget about me, and go home to his mother's loving arms. And I would miss him for the rest of my life even if he wouldn't miss me. I would never forget him even if he would forget me. I would always love him even if what he said was true and he never loved me. What he finally did made every thought fly from my mind except one; I was losing him. He didn't do any of the things I had been thinking. He stared down at me for the longest time, or maybe time just slowed down, but he surprised the hell out of me with what he did next. Oswald could always surprise me.

Oswald still held the same hand I had just slapped him with in his hand, he was staring at me, and his eyes the look in them kept flickering back and forth. Back and forth between this hateful person and something else I couldn't quite catch. And then he did it, he did the unexpected; Oswald used the hand he held and he pulled me into his arms. We stood there chest to chest his eyes still locked with mine and again I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. And then he kissed me. For so long I had been waiting for this moment to happen. For my Oswald to finally kiss me and now that it was really happening I wished it had been under different circumstances. He had just got done calling me a whore, I had just slapped him; this moment should have been proceeded with sweet words, words of love, but instead it was like this. I hated that, but as he kissed me for the first time I couldn't deny it was still exquisite. When it ended, it was without a word. He didn't saying anything as he pulled away from me, he looking at me a fleeting moment and I wanted to say something to keep him there with me. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I couldn't. So we stood there in the rain for a second both of us getting drenched.

"I should pick up my umbrella," I thought, but I still didn't move. We were being pelted with rain, but I didn't care. I didn't want to take my eyes off of him, it might be the last time I saw him, and looking into his eyes I saw it again. That flicker, a flicker I still held hope was love for me, but as soon as the thought entered my head it died a short death.

Not a second after this thought entered my head did he turn and walk away. Oswald, the man I loved, he didn't say anything, he just turned his back on me, and he walked away. He walked away taking every shattered shard of my heart with him. He left me standing there in the rain and as I watched him go I hoped he would turn around, but he never looked back. I didn't move even when I could no longer see him. I just stood there in the rain letting it mix with my tears as it finally hit me; he wasn't coming back. Oswald was gone, he had left me, walked away from me, and that was the one thing I never thought he'd do.

"Oswald, I love you," I cried my breathing erratic as I started to panic. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be real, and falling onto the bench once more I didn't pick up my umbrella still I only sobbed. I sobbed more tears then I thought were in my body.

"Oswald," I screamed my hands covering my face as I shook not from the cold, but from my grief. Was this some nightmare? Was my life suddenly ending? And with that question I knew the answer was yes, yes my life was ending without Oswald it would be as black as the city we lived in. Since we met that day in the rain, since that very first conversation with him he had become my everything. Since we were fourteen years old, we had walked side by side, I loved him more than anything, and now I would have to spend the rest of my life without him. And part of me didn't want to live anymore. What would my life be without him? What would my days be like without seeing him to look forward to? What would this walk known as life be without him by my side? I just didn't know and I didn't want to know.

"I have to go home. Home alone for the first time," I whispered finally the rain still falling as the day began to end around Gotham. It would be my first walk alone.

I started to walk home still crying. I left my umbrella laying there in the park, I didn't want it, I didn't need it, and as I got soaked I cried still. I wasn't so sure I would ever stop. And with my arms wrapped around my body as I moved so slow towards my future without Oswald I went home my heart gone. Forever gone. And I couldn't help, but think over and over again I was alone. For the first time since that day we had met I was walking the streets of Gotham alone. And I knew it would be this way from now on, I would be alone, alone, so alone. That thought repeating in my head only made me sob harder. I only felt the loss of my love in that moment. I didn't feel the rain, I didn't feel a single footstep I took; I only felt a deep longing for Oswald. But Oswald was gone. He was gone and I was alone now.

Ursula Tyler's POV/ Mary's mother…

I have never been so scared in my life. My daughter Mary had not come home yet. It was nearly eleven thirty at night and it was so unlike her to be late especially when she was with Oswald which was usually all the time. He always made sure she made it home on time right on the dot.

"Mary where are you?" I whispered peering out the window for the thousandth time seeing nothing, but darkness my heart erratic as a million scenarios played in my mind. This was Gotham; the city wasn't exactly safe; anything could have happened to her. I was seconds from picking up the phone to call the police though I knew they would be useless as usual when the door finally opened. Mary slowly entered the apartment, she was drenched from head to toe, but upon closer inspection the rain was not the only thing on her face. There were also tears, lots of tears.

Seeing my baby like that broke my heart, drenched to the bone, and crying. I rushed to her closing the door before wrapping her in not only a blanket, but my warm embrace.

"Mary, where have you been? Are you alright; where's your umbrella," I whispered feeling as she shivered in my arms beginning to cry. I moved her over to sit on the couch waiting for her to answer me, but she didn't. She remained silent except for her sobs.

"You stay right here I'm going to go make you some tea," I whispered kissing the top of her head her hair wet beneath my lips. And moving slowly into the kitchen I didn't know what had happened, but something told me it was bad, very bad. Something had shattered my daughter to pieces.

She sat there shivering her head laid back against the couch. I could see her lips moving, but I didn't know what she was saying. Mary just kept mumbling and sobbing staring at the ceiling as if it held all the answers to her problems. I had never seen her in such a state before. After the tea was made I returned to her side handing her the cup making her drink some making sure she didn't spill it before setting it on the table and then I made her look at me.

"Mary baby look at me, I want you to tell me what happened tonight," I breathed holding her face in my hands looking into the green eyes she shared with me seeing more tears threatening to spill over onto her face.

"What happened…did someone hurt you? Were you attacked on your way home," I whispered smoothing her wet curls out of her face wiping rain and tears away as she nodded a no in answer.

" He left me mom…he's gone," sobbed Mary her entire body convulsing as she broke into tears worse than I had ever seen before. I couldn't understand what she meant; everything else she said was incompressible through her sobs.

"Who, Mary…who is he," I exclaimed my own tears falling now at the sight of her in such a state. I was scared to death of what she was going to tell me. I didn't know what had happened to her and in a city like Gotham it could been anything.

"Oswald "exclaimed Mary her voice nearly a shrill scream as she collapsed in my arms crying on my shoulder as I held her.

"Did you two have a fight? "I asked.

I was surprised in that moment because Oswald treated my daughter like a queen, they had never fought before, but then I supposed there was a first time for everything. Mary didn't answer me she only continued to sob. And as she did I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach once more that something bad had happened; something really life altering for her.

"No, after what happened with his mother yesterday he met me at the park. He said…he didn't love me anymore, that he never did, and then he…he just walked away. He walked away and he's never coming back," sobbed Mary finally answering my question and then nothing more was said between either of us as I just let her cry.

After she was done crying for the most part I wrapped my arms around her making her stand as I led her into the bathroom for a shower. As the water ran over her she still cried, but not nearly as badly. I think she was running out of tears. However, even when the tears ended she continued to whisper his name as if it would make him suddenly appear. When she stepped out of the shower I pulled an overly large shirt over her head and moving her to sit on her bed I sat behind her. His name was the only thing that left her lips still as I ran a brush through her long brown hair and I didn't say anything. Truth be told I didn't understand what was happening; I didn't understand why Oswald would do this to my daughter. He had never been unkind to her for even a second.

"Oswald," breathed Mary and it was then I noticed she was staring at the pictures on her dresser.

They were both of Oswald and her; one was against a restaurant backdrop while they had been on a date somewhere. Next to that picture was another long strip of photos each of them. They had been at a shop when they found an old photo booth and looking at that one with her I still didn't understand this. Why had he broken my daughter like this? He had loved her, you could see it in his eyes by the way he was looking at her, so why do this now? She wouldn't take her eyes off those photos and as I watched her, the brush moving through her hair still I could feel her pain. And I could see she was in so much pain.

"He'll come back. Oswald loves you; he will come back to you," I whispered setting down the brush moving her hair behind her shoulders. She didn't say anything in response for a long time, but then she broke out in sobs once more her head shaking frantically. And then no was the only word leaving her lips.

"No, no, no, he meant it. Oswald meant what he said I never meant anything to him. He never loved me; he's never coming back. I'm never going to see him again," cried Mary her eyes shutting as her hands covered her face. And as her entire body became wracked with sobs I pulled her back against my chest in an attempt to sooth her.

"He will. I have seen how that boy looks at you Mary. He loves you and I don't know why he did this today, but I do know he loves you. Now tell me, did he just walk away? He had to say, or do something before he left," I breathed into her ear letting my head rest on her shoulder waiting for her to stop crying long enough to answer. And when she finally stopped crying a silence filled the air and then she finally began to answer.

"He did something before he walked away. He called me a whore mom and when I slapped him after he said it he grabbed my arm. He grabbed me, he pulled me to him, and then he kissed me," exclaimed Mary that ray of hope coming back to life for a second.

"You see, that boy still loves you. If he didn't he wouldn't have kissed you after you had just gotten done slapping him. You don't kiss someone like that unless you love them," I smiled kissing her cheek. Pulling back the covers I watched as she crawled beneath them and kissing her goodnight I was about to leave her when she grabbed my hand.

"Mom, would you stay with me, please," whispered Mary. I smiled down at her as I nodded moving to lie next to her.

Kissing her cheek again, I laid my head on her shoulder my arms tight around her.

"Go to sleep. Go to sleep and tomorrow when you wake up Oswald will be at the door ready to apologize and walk you to work like he does every day," I whispered seeing her smile for the first time since coming home. And as she fell asleep I still didn't understand why Oswald had called her such a thing. Why had he done this to her now? I knew I would say something to him about calling my daughter a whore, but first I knew I would have to find out why he did this to her in the first place. And then I would slap him too.