Authors note!Thank you every one for the lovely comments, follows, and favorites. It really felt good! Here is chapter two! I hope You guys like it. I will try to post every Friday!

Penelope finished loading the dishwasher, put soap in it, closed and started it. She went in to her bathroom and looked longingly at her big claw foot tub. She started the water and dropped some bath bombs in it. She moved to the sink and crouched down to look through the cabinet she pulled out her favorite candles and a lighter. She set her candles and lighted them. The tub still had some ways to go, so she made her way back to the kitchen. The southerner filled her kettle with water and set it on the stove she turned on the burner and opened on of her top cabinets to pull out a can of evaporated milk. She opened the can and measured out one cup, and poured it into a pot and set it on the stove. She went back into the bathroom and checked the tub. She stood there thinking for bit before deciding she needed a good book. She exited the bathroom into her room and went for her bedside table. She picked up the book sitting there and glared at her phone. Penelope put the book in the bathroom before she went to the kitchen to finish making hot chocolate.

The blonde came back into the bathroom and undressed she set her cup by her book on the small table she had next to the bath tub, and stepped into the warm water. She settled herself down and leaned her head back. She sat there and just let herself unwind a bit. It was a stressful day. Still no call from Oswald, no good jobs, and she had to go into the diner at six the next morning and was not looking forward to it. Letting out a long sigh she reached for her drink and took a long slow sip. It was nice. She put the cup back and picked up her book. She had been reading for a while when the book started to get adult. As she continued to read her breathing became slower and sometimes shaky. A familiar feeling began to form between her legs and one of her hands disappeared under the water. Her hand fell into a rhythm and a routine she had perfected back in her high school years. Her breaths became labored and she stopped reading and focused on her pleasure she was so close. She could feel it. Her head rolled back and small moans escaped her lips.

She practically screamed when the phone rang. She tried to calm herself down and got up out of the tub almost falling as the phone continued to ring. She couldn't see her robe or towel anywhere.

"Fuck." She hurried to the phone and fumbled with it. Taking a deep breath she held it to her ear. "Hello?"It came out a lot more unsteady than she wanted.

"Penelope? It's Oswald. Was this a bad time?" Oswald's voice came from the speaker. Penelope smiled.

"No its fine. I was just reading when you called I jumped out of my skin." It was close to the truth she had been reading for the most part.

" Oh uh sorry." They stayed on the line and waited for the other to say something.

"Oswald?" "Penelope?"

"Oh sorry you can go first." The blonde rushed to say.

"Right. Uh, well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime? Maybe for, well, pie or something?" His unsure voice made her smile to herself.

"Well lucky for you I happen to love pie." She twirled the phone cord around her finger. " how about Friday at six. We can go to dinner and then pie." She frowned as the cord tangled around her finger. She shook her hand trying to free her finger.

"That sounds great yeah. I will come by to get you." He sounded excited now and she smiled wider.

"Well I will look forward to it. Call me when you head over."

"Alright I will." Penelope could almost hear his smile through the phone.

"Good night Oswald. I look forward to Friday, Oh!" She said it fast to make sure he wouldn't hang up just yet. "One more thing. If a girl gives you her number don't make her wait okay?" She said it kindly.

"I will remember that next time." She heard an airy chuckle.

"Thank you. Have a good night see you soon." She hung up the phone as he said his goodbyes and put it down. She smiled and then frowned at her finger she untangled it and walked back to her bath. The was wasn't quite warm but not cold. She groaned and leaned down to unplug the tub. She grabbed her hot chocolate and took a sip. She pulled it away fairly quickly. It was cold. She went to her shower. She needed to actually clean herself though the bath did what it was suppose to and she felt immensely relaxed though Oswald finally calling her might have helped.

She turned on the hot water and let it run down her body. She grabbed a wash cloth and poured on some body wash it was vanilla and shea butter. It was her favorite. She scrubbed her body and rinsed. She cupped her hand and put a fair amount of shampoo in it. She worked in the soap and massaged her scalp. She turned around so her back was under the spray of the water, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back to wash out her hair. She then loaded her hand with conditioner and worked that through all of her hair, turned off the shower walked to her sink and grabbed a large hair clip. After pinning her hair she laid a towel on the counter, grabbed a razor and sat on the towel. She squirted some shaving cream, which she kept on the counter, and shaved her legs.

Once she had washed the conditioner out and rinsed her body once more she went back to her room put on underwear and a big thick sweater, brushed out her hair and put it in curlers. She blow dried it for about 5 minutes and then wrapped her head with a scarf and went to bed. Her head was full of good thoughts and feeling better than she had all day.

Oswald smiled as he hung up the phone. Maroni was right to tell him to call. 'Don't make her wait' She had been waiting for him to call. He smiled to himself as he looked round his rundown apartment. He would have to move up in rank faster if he ever wanted her to stay the night. His place was appalling he could never bring a girl back here. Oswald stopped himself. He was thinking about this too much. They weren't near that level yet.

Or maybe they were. He didn't know. He had never actually dated before. He was new to this. When was it appropriate to bring a girl back to your living space? Was there a set time or date? Was it different for every couple? Were they even a couple? Oswald didn't know any of this. Maybe he could ask someone. Maroni seemed knowledgeable, but he didn't think it would be a good impression to continually ask for dating advice. What would that say about him. Jim had a girlfriend he could ask him, but Jim wasn't a big fan of him just yet. He would be, but they haven't reached that point. He sat there pondering the mysteries of dating. He couldn't ask anyone. His mother would call her a whore, painted lady, and it would piss him off to no end.

It hit him suddenly. Newspapers had dating advice in them all the time. The was a news stand across the street from his apartment. He grabbed a jacket pulled it on and went outside. He gave the man working the stand a nod and grabbed a paper. He flicked through it, and nothing. Apparently he was the only one in Gotham with dating problems. He put the paper down and went back to his apartment with a sigh. He sat down on the only chair he had and leaned his head back. What was he suppose to do? He supposed he could ask Penelope, but he didn't know if that would be a mistake what if she didn't like him after that. What if he said it wrong and sounded like a pig? He reached over to the small radio on the table next to him and turned it on.

'Happy Wednesday. It's Maggie and Alaina at night. Tonight like every Wednesday before call in and ask us your questions! It can be anything! School, dating, parenting, you name it we will answer it.' Oswald jumped up and ran to his phone as the woman said the number of the station. He dialed and waited for an answer.

"Hi. I was hoping to ask Maggie and Alaina a question?" He said it bit nervously.

" This is them! You're live on air! Who may we ask is calling?" Oswald grinned as he moved to turn down the radio.

"My name is Damian and I have a question about dating." He remembered that a few people he knew listened to this station.

"Well go a head Damian." It was a different voice this time that answered.

"Well I just started dating this girl but I've, well, umm, well never really dated before and I just was just wondering when its a appropriate to take a girl home? Not in an indecent way just, a, uh, friendly hanging out way."

"Well Damian, I would say after about three dates you can invite the girl back to your place for coffee or something. Just a tip, Girls love a man who can cook, so maybe on one of your dates instead of going out you guys can stay in."

"I definitely agree with Maggie. If it was to be in an indecent way, we really couldn't help you there. That's the type of thing that is different for every couple. Another thing going on dates doesn't necessarily make you exclusive. After a few dates you two would mutually decide to become girlfriend and boyfriend." The second voice, which he guessed was Alaina's, added.

"Okay. Thank you very much. That helps. That's all I wanted to ask." Oswald sighed happily.

" You got it buddy! Anything we can do to help. Have a great night!" Oswald then hung up the phone and headed to his room.

He smiled to himself. Now he knew. As he planned in his head the best times for dates and how to get a better apartment, he undressed and redressed in sweats and a t-shirt. He settled himself down for a good nights sleep with a sound plan in his head. He closed his eyes and thought about Penelope as he drifted to sleep.