The one he never forgot

by scorpion22

Oswald had a great love once a woman he never could forget about. A woman he never could stop loving. When he sees he after so long will the spark reignite between them. Will she give him another reason to want power and will the fact that she's married change anything between them. Read and find out. I own nothing and it is rated M for later chapters. Also please review.

3. Mistakes of the past

Ok first of all I would like to thank everybody out there who is reading this, but especially Lola93091. Thank you so much for your reviews and your continued support, it really means a lot. And I love your idea for this story; I will definitely use it later on. For this chapter I wanted Oswald to be truthful with Mary about everything, but I also wanted them to work out the problems they have concerning why they parted in the first place. You already know I own nothing so please read, review, and enjoy.

Chapter 3

Oswald's POV…

As I led her up the stairs and down the hallway that led to my hiding place, I couldn't help, but be nervous. I didn't want to hurt her; I didn't want to see disappointment in her eyes. She had more experience with this then I did because of her marriage and the thought of Maroni touching her made my blood boil, but I wanted to take her breath away. I wanted her to be mine and only mine for the rest of my life. I wanted to take her into my room, I wanted to lay her on my bed, and I wanted to make her mine. Mary held my hand in hers and like always it was like she could read my mind. She looked at me in that moment and I knew I didn't have to tell her what I was thinking and feeling because she already knew. We stood before the door to my room, we were silent only our hands connecting us, and looking into her eyes I felt reassured. This woman loved me as I loved her and in that moment that was all that mattered. Still looking at her I finally smiled, she was my Mary, she always would be. And she was the most beautiful woman in my life and looking into her eyes they silently told me the truth. She was mine; she had always been mine. And the sheer delight of that filled my heart with love and pride and so many other things, all for her.

"I love you my beautiful Mary," I whispered letting go of her hand and letting my hands find her delicate slender waist. Our eyes were locked together as she smiled at me in response her own hands finding my shoulders and then she gasped as I suddenly pushed her up against the door. Without a word, I bent down ever so slightly, and I claimed her lips with mine for a kiss. The kiss was carnal and passionate; it was beautiful and filled with our love. Mary didn't hesitate to return it moaning as I kissed her gripping her waist tightly. The kiss lasted forever. Part of me knew we should be more careful, it was dangerous kissing here in an open hallway, but in that moment I couldn't bring myself to care. I had her there with me after so long, I was kissing her after so long, and in that moment I couldn't give a damn about anything, but that. Mary was eagerly kissing me back with all her love and heat. Her hands had gripped my shoulders at first, but soon they were moving down my chest stopping as her fingers fisted themselves in the fabric of my shirt. Part of me wondered if she would rip it open, I didn't care if she did, but when she didn't I forgot soon enough only continuing to kiss her. Instead she used the fabric in her hands to pull me as close as possible and I couldn't help, but growl into the kiss as I felt her warm and soft against me. Once I was as close to her as possible, her hands left my chest to grip my hair moaning as the kiss deepened in that moment turning into something wild and fiery as our tongues fought for control. And as I kissed her part of me was tempted to take her right there against the door, but I could save that for later. I was going to make her mine in my bed; I was going to take her this first time the right way. When our lips parted, I smiled at her holding her close as I opened the door with a creak.

"I love you my Oswald," smiled Mary looking at me before slowly turning and moving inside. I watched her go my heart pounding erratically in my chest as I followed my eyes glued to her as I closed the door. I watched her as she seemed to take everything in; I had longed to see her here many times since our reunion in the alleyway and now here she was. She was finally here with me; she was finally mine.

"Finally you're here with me. You don't know how happy that makes me," I breathed as I came to stand behind her my hands finding her waist once more. She leaned back into my chest and she looked over her shoulder at me and she didn't need to say anything I knew she felt the same. After so long she was here with me; after being apart so long we were finally together. And if either of us had a say; we would never be apart ever again. We stood there in the silence of the room and finally my eyes roamed my current home. It wasn't much with just a small kitchenette and a bed in the corner. I wished I could give her more, but someday I knew I would. When I came to power I would make her my queen.

"I know this isn't much, but someday we'll have better I promise. When I have some power in this town we shall have everything. I want to give you everything," I whispered holding her close as I spoke. She didn't say anything in response; she only moved her hand to take one of mine. Holding her tightly, I moved my lips over the long expansion of her neck making her smile, and then suddenly she turned her head to look at me. She turned in my arms stopping me as I was about to speak as she placed a finger over my lips. An exquisite smile curved her lips as she shook her head.

"This is perfect. I don't need anything fancy Oswald. I don't want anything fancy; I only want you. I only need you my Oswald, only you. Only you for the rest of my life; I love you," whispered Mary before wrapping her arms around my neck molding her body to mine as she captured my lips. It was just like before in the hall except slowly all my doubts, all my fear slipped away, and then I was only there in the arms of the woman I loved. She was right, things couldn't of been more perfect, and all because I was there with her. And so I wrapped my arms around her in return thinking as I did that we must be made for each other because our bodies fit perfectly together and I smiled against her lips. We were each other's missing puzzle pieces. We were meant to be.

Our lips slowly parted and we looked at each other in that moment. Our eyes were matching pools of love and I never ever wanted to let her go. I wanted to keep her there with me forever; I wanted to protect her forever because even though she was married to him, she didn't belong to him. She was mine. She was mine and I loved her. And still looking at her I knew I was hers, my heart had always been hers. I was hers and I knew that would always be true as long as she loved me. And even if she stopped loving me, I would still be hers, but I hoped that would never happen. I hoped she would always love me.

"Make me yours now Oswald. Now and forever," breathed Mary and if my nerves hadn't already been gone that surely would have killed them as she looked up at me with such love.

"Mine now and forever, "I repeated leaning down to give her one final kiss and when it ended she slipped out of reach. Mary moved towards the bed standing before it before turning to look at me. She was waiting for me and I wouldn't leave her waiting long. I approached her without hesitation moving my hands around her to the back of her dress as I kissed her heatedly making her moan wantonly and with that sound echoing in my ears I unzipped her dress. It fell unceremoniously to the floor, but neither of us cared. We continued to kiss lost in the bliss of each other. The kiss broke when she stepped out of the fabric as it lay pooled around her feet kicking it away to stand there before me in the circle of my arms. Mary was truly a sight to see as she stood there in front of me. She wore only her high heels, a lacy black bra, and lacy black panties. My fantasies of her didn't do her justice. I couldn't take my eyes off of her in that moment and as she watched me I felt her breathing slow as I moved my hands over her naked sides. Looking at her, I found her smiling at me and I knew we were thinking the same thing; we had waited too long for this moment. And again as she stood there nearly naked for only my eyes to see and explore I thought again how she was mine. Completely and undeniably mine.

Mary's POV…

As I stood there with him in only my bra and panties and my high heels I felt his eyes on me. I could see it in his eyes, he liked what he saw, and a chill went up my spine as I felt his hands move over the skin of my sides until suddenly he stopped at my hips pulling me closer.

"You're beautiful. I have longed to have you here with me like this, but you are more beautiful than even I imagined," exclaimed Oswald looking at me with heat in his eyes as I smiled at his compliment my hands coming to rest on his chest. Licking my lips, I moved my hands to grip the lapels of his jacket and quickly I removed it. It fell to the ground in the same pile as my dress and smiling at him I continued to undress him. He watched me do so at first, but then he bent low over me and suddenly his lips were attacking the skin of my throat making me freeze and gasp in the pleasure of it. He may not have any experience, but he was doing things to me my husband never did. This man was my true love; he was the one I was meant to be with. As he continued to explore the skin of my neck freely I kicked my shoes away as he did the same. And holding him close I felt as he bent more to have further access to me. Oswald was lighting me on fire and it was nearly overwhelming as I fisted my hands in his shirt. Suddenly before I knew what I was doing, I ripped open his shirt sending buttons flying, and making him pull back to look at me a smile curling his lips. He didn't say anything as I removed the now ruined fabric throwing it to the floor, he only smiled down at me his eyes shining with his love and passion and something else I couldn't quite identify, and then suddenly he returned to my neck finding my pulse immediately. And the feeling that shot through me seeking out my core in that moment was like nothing I had ever felt before.

"Oswald yes more that feels so good," I purred pulling him even closer as my hands scored over the skin of his back. He had me nearly speechless as he nipped and sucked at my pulse making me nearly crumble to a ball of goo at his feet.

"You like that?" whispered Oswald his face still buried in the skin of my neck.

"Yes, I love that," I purred pulling him still closer. Oswald's hands were moving softly over my sides again now and moving my hands to his shoulders again I gripped them. I was lost to only the feeling of his lips on my skin, to the feel of him so close to me like I had always dreamed he would be, I didn't notice when his arms encircled my waist. Encircling my waist, his hands moved unrestrained up my back, and without me noticing he found the clasp of my bra. Pulling back from me, Oswald kissed me with passion, and then suddenly my bra fell to the floor leaving my breasts on full display for him to see.

He pulled away to look at me and his eyes ran over the newly exposed skin of my breasts. Oswald pulled me so that we were chest to chest, skin to skin, and I felt my nipples harden at the feel of being so close to him the way I'd always wanted to. Together, we stood there staring in amazement; it was hard to believe this moment that we both had longed for was finally here. I would finally be his. And then in that moment as I stood so close to him, I felt his arousal for me against my stomach ,and I smiled on the inside because I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I felt him hard from the inside of his pants and looking at him I stroked him through the fabric of his pants making him groan. Our eyes met in that moment, we stared at each other our eyes filled with heat as my other hand curled around the nape of his neck drawing him into a kiss continuing to stroke him feeling as he shivered in response.

"I love you my Oswald. I am so glad we finally get to be together. We finally get to be together like this; I love you so much Oswald. I love you so much," I exclaimed moving my hands around his neck his hardness still against my stomach as I kissed him again.

"I love you Mary, "smiled Oswald his forehead falling against mine. I kissed him one more time in that moment holding both his hands in mine as I did so. Afterward I looked at him as I descended down onto the bed, he watched me the entire time, and I saw how his breathing began to come in excited little pants. I watched him from my place on the bed leaning up on my elbows as I silently waited for him.

I laid on the bed before him my head lying on the pillow ever so slightly. I felt as he looked at every inch of me from head to toe. Oswald stood as if frozen at the end of the bed and for a second I was afraid he was never going to join me, but then he did. Suddenly he was by my side, his hands once again moving ever so slowly over my sides as if he was afraid I would disappear, and he would wake up to find it all a dream. And looking at him I knew that was only part of it. His hands were feather light as he touched me, he ran them up my legs and over my hips before gliding over my stomach, and then under my breasts staying there a minute. It felt so good to feel his hands against my body, I never wanted it to end as I watched him explore me gently cupping my breasts touching my nipples softly with his thumbs before moving to my collarbone tracing it with his fingertips, and finally he moved onto my slender neck until he held my face in his hands. Oswald simply stared at me in amazement and I stared back not knowing what to expect from him next. I curled one of my hands around one of his wrists in that moment as I waited for him to act and make the first move.

"Oswald," I gasped as he finally made that move kissing me with an intensity I had never known with anyone else. My voice was so breathy and low I'm not even sure if he heard me and in that moment I didn't care just as long as he didn't leave and he never stopped kissing me like this.

Oswald's POV…

Mary was laid out before me like a feast and I never wanted to look away from her. She was my dream come true and I loved her more with every second of the day. I could feel her eyes on me as she watched me from her place on the bed, she was waiting for me, and I felt my breathing become heavy. I had longed to see her spread out across my bed since seeing her and kissing her in that alleyway, but now it was almost too good to be true. When I laid at her side, I let my eyes run over her, she was nearly naked laying before me in only her panties ,and looking at her I instantly knew I wanted to take my time with her.

"So beautiful," I breathed so low only I could hear as my hands moved over her thinking in that moment that I wanted to touch all of her, I wanted to kiss every part of her I could, and I wanted to make her mine forever. I loved feeling her skin beneath my fingers as I touched her, I loved the softness of her skin as I gently held her breasts in my hands, and I couldn't help, but look at her with amazement as I finally took her face in my hands. We looked at each other her hand curling around one of my wrists; she was silently waiting for me to make her mine.

Suddenly I kissed her, I heard her gasp my name before purring in response as my tongue took that moment to slither into her mouth finding hers. As I kissed her, I felt her grip on my wrist tighten while her other hand fisted in the sheets, and continuing to kiss her I let my hand move up her stomach again taking one of her beautiful mounds of flesh in my hand. I heard her moan in response and then I felt the nerves in my stomach again making me break the kiss. I didn't know what was happening, it was clear she was enjoying my touch, she wanted me, but I was still nervous. Touching her was different from taking her then and there. It was different then making love to her. As this went through my mind, our eyes met and I saw her frown, she knew without having to ask that my fear had returned. And I couldn't help, but think that I was already disappointing her. Mary could always sense my every thought without needing to ask and that moment wasn't any different. Gently, she caressed my cheek and I couldn't stop the urge to lean into her touch. I loved her; I wanted to make her scream my name at the top of her lunges.

"Tell me what you're thinking," whispered Mary frowning as I looked away from her.

"Mary, I want to make you mine, I do. I'm just so nervous; I don't want to disappoint you. I want to take your breath away; I want to make you scream my name. I'm so afraid my inexperience will disappoint you. I love you; I don't want this to be the reason you stop loving me. I can't lose you," I whispered feeling as I spoke as she massaged the back of my neck. While her touch soothed my nerves slightly, I was waiting for her to say something, but as I finished speaking the room fell eerily silent. The silence filled the room between us and just as I was about to stand to put my clothes back on her voice stopped me.

"Oswald look at me; listen to me," exclaimed Mary her voice gentle yet stern. I did as she asked and looking into her eyes I smiled they were filled to overflowing. Her love and passion and lust and everything she felt was written all over her face. I didn't know what she was going to say, but I knew in that moment that whatever it was would chase my fear away for good. And most importantly I knew this woman loved me.

The silence remained in the beginning, but then she took my face in her hands. Mary looked at me and I found I couldn't look away from her. And then she kissed me with all her love and passion and everything that she felt for me. It only lasted a second, but the message was clear. I could do nothing to make her stop loving me. And pulling away she smiled that smile I loved.

"Oswald I love you; how many times do I have to say it before you believe me. I don't care how much experience you have because it doesn't matter. All that matters is I love you and that alone with make this moment and every one after it perfect absolutely perfect. I don't want anyone, but you. I only want you; only you. That will never change. I love you that will never change. I will love you from here to the moon; I will love you until my heart stops beating. I will always love you," whispered Mary never breaking eye contact with me as she spoke. Afterward she kissed me with a passion that wrapped itself around me and fueled me chasing away my fear and leaving me with only the desire to make her mine completely. I returned her kiss and I let my fear vanish. Looking down at her afterward, I kissed her one final time before moving to her neck.

"I love you Mary; I am going to make you mine," I breathed running my tongue sensually over the skin of her ear. I felt her hands in my hair before they ran over my back as she signed in contentment. She was happy to be there in my arms.

"I'm yours my Oswald do whatever you please. I love you; I only want you. I want only to be yours," whispered Mary holding me closer as I bit into the skin of her throat again making her squeal in delight. My body was covering hers completely now, I could feel her nipples hard against my chest, and I knew she could feel me hard against her stomach.

I felt her hands against the skin of my back and I still had her breast in my hand. I rolled her nipple between my fingertips making her gasp and moan. Those sounds made me look down at her our eyes meeting before I ran kisses over her lovely skin until I was level with her breasts. I looked at her again before my mouth replaced my fingers slipping her hardened flesh into my mouth and devouring it. Her skin was sweet like cherries and the sounds leaving her lips only spurred me on. I had never tasted anything as good as her. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. I felt her hands in my hair again as I sucked her other nipple into my mouth using my teeth to nip at it. She was pulling me closer, she didn't want me to leave her, and I was happy to oblige. I never wanted to leave her.

"Oswald! Oswald! Oswald!" breathed Mary making it nearly a scream as she clung to me as if her life depended on it. And in that moment I couldn't help, but think that my own name had never sounded so good. It was like a prayer as it continued to leave her lips in her passion.

Moving my lips back to hers, I kissed her groaning as she wrapped her legs around my waist. We were flush against each other now and suddenly my pants were so tight they were gripping me like a vice. Breaking away to look at her a moment, she smiled up at me, and I couldn't help the smile I gave her in return. Moving my lips back to hers, I kissed her growling as she thrust her tongue into my mouth her hands gripping my shoulders for dear life. In that same moment, my hands found her panties gripping the fabric between my fingers. I wanted to be rid of them and I wanted to rip them away so she would be bare to me, but I hesitated. Would she be ok with me ripping her clothes off? She had ripped my shirt off and even though I had wanted her to, would she feel the same? And suddenly as she kissed me with such passion, I forgot the fight in my head, and I just did what I wanted to do. I ripped the scrap of lacy fabric from her body making her gasp breaking the kiss to look at me. At first I thought she was mad, but then a smile covered her beautiful face, and I returned that smile holding the ripped fabric in my hand. For a second, she only stared at me in shock that smile still on her face, but then she kissed me quickly on the lips looking at me with love in her eyes as her lips caressed mine over and over again.

"I wasn't expecting that," breathed Mary moving her hands over my chest.

"It was a spur of the moment decision," I whispered. She only smiled wider in response as her hands continued over my chest. Mary seductively ran her hands over my flat nipples scratching them with her cat like nails, but she didn't stay there long. She wasted no time moving lower until her hands were gripping the opening of my pants looking at me with a devil's fire in her eyes as she opened them releasing me from them. She never looked away from me as she tenderly stroked my hardened length and I couldn't hold back the moan of appreciation that escaped my lips.

"Mary," I breathed as I looked down on her before her mouth covered mine my cock still in her hand. It was then I knew I could take no more of this; I had to have her then and now.

"Make love to me Oswald," breathed Mary as she moved her hands to push my pants away from my hips.

"Yes," I breathed taking both her hands and holding them in mine kissing them sweetly before moving off of her. I stood at the end of the bed and without any second thoughts I removed the last of my clothes feeling hers eyes eating me up as I did so.

I let my body return to its place over hers immediately; I hovered over her feeling her eyes then her hands moving over me. The feeling of finally being skin to skin with her was amazing, the feeling of her hands moving over my pale white skin was unbelievable, and when she took the hardened length of my cock in her hand to stroke me that was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"I love you," whispered Mary looking at me as her arms wrapped around me so tight I couldn't have left her if I'd wanted to. And then she kissed me her long slender legs spreading allowing me to nestle in-between them. I gasped allowing her access to my mouth as I felt her wet heat against my cock. She was so wet and ready, it was clear she wanted this, and she wanted me. Continuing to kiss her with a fierceness I had never known for another, I let my length begin to sink into the warmth that was her. And it was like I was coming home to heaven itself; she was perfect. It was like we fit together perfectly and I knew I never wanted to leave the exquisite warmth of her body; I never wanted to leave her.

Mary's POV…

I had never felt anything as good as the feeling I felt when Oswald was finally deep inside me filling me. We fit together like only soul mates could and continuing to kiss him I knew this was because he was my soul mate. He was the one I was meant to be with forever. Our kiss broke in that moment as he gasped at the feeling of my body wrapped around his so intimately. We didn't move a muscle, we only laid there together in the comfort of each other's arms, and in that moment we were perfect. Oswald laid his head against mine as his hands moved contentedly along my sides and holding him to me I wrapped my legs around him making him go deep inside me with a moan before beginning a searing heart pounding kiss. As he returned my kiss, he suddenly began to move making me moan as he began to stoke a fire of pleasure inside me.

It was Oswald who ended the kiss this time; we were lost to everything, but each other. We were lost to everything, but the passion we shared and the pleasure coursing through us. It was perfect. This was love, not just sex, and I knew as we continued that that was why it had never felt like this before. With my husband it was just sex, but with Oswald my true love, the love of my life, it was love, true love. Something I had only ever known with him. For the first time pleasure was building inside me, our hearts were pounding in our ears, and I never wanted it to end. I wanted to remain in that moment forever. It wasn't like with my husband, I didn't just lay there and fake every sensation. Now I would never be able to truly do that now that I knew just what I'd been faking. And I knew it was like this because it was him; it was Oswald who made love to me now. I never wanted that to change. I loved this man with every fiber of my being.

"Oswald," I gasped as my pleasure moved up my spine his head buried in the skin of my neck as I held him close. I was almost there, I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer and my nails scoured down his back the closer it came. And then we looked at each other.

My gaze was heavy lidded, but as he looked at me and I at him as he made me his for the first time I couldn't help, but think that this was better than anything I had ever imagined. And I knew in that moment that I wanted to be his for the rest of my life. I would want him for the rest of my life. Oswald was moving erratically on top of me, I knew he was as close as I was, and then we fell over the edge into bliss together.

"Oswald," I screamed burying my nails in the skin of his back making him groan as he came inside me.

"Mary," gasped Oswald his body falling on top of mine his breathing heavy the same as mine as we rode out our pleasure. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and I smiled kissing his head as I wrapped my arms more tightly around him. I wanted nothing more than to stay there with him forever and I knew he wanted the same.

"I love you Oswald," I whispered into his hair. I felt him smile against my skin and looking up at me he stroked my cheek his eyes shining with his love for me. He kissed me with that love in that moment.

"I love you," whispered Oswald looking down at me and in that moment I thought again that I wanted to stay there with him forever. But I knew I couldn't and looking at him, I knew he was thinking the same just by the look in his eyes, but I wasn't going to let that ruin this moment.

All was silent as he pulled out of me, together we laid there covered in a plain white sheet and the sweat of our bodies, and laying my head on his chest I clung to him. I was determined to stay there clinging to him until I had no choice, but to go back to my sham of a life. I wanted to stay there in the arms of the man I loved; I didn't want to go back to the husband I held no feeling for. So we laid there for just a little while in complete silence. Feeling his arms around me, I looked up at him as he looked at me, and suddenly the thought of what could have happened that day had my heart beating fast.

"I'm so proud of you Oswald. What you did today was so brave, but so risky too. You could have been killed; I don't know what I would have done if you had been killed today. I love you so much; I don't want to lose you," I whispered making him look at me. I could see he was struggling with something just by the look in his eyes. Smiling I kissed the skin of his neck moving up his throat to his lips feeling as he kissed me back within a few seconds.

"What's on your mind my Oswald? You can tell me; you can trust me," I smiled looking into his eyes as I lay by his side.

Oswald's POV…

I stared transfixed into her eyes. No one knew me the way she did and the thought of lying to her again after everything made me sick. I wanted to tell her the truth always, I had already lied to her once, and I knew in that moment I couldn't lie to her again. I would never lie to her again and looking at her I made her that silent promise.

"Mary what I'm about to tell you can't leave this room; you can't tell anyone, "I whispered never breaking eye contact with her.

"Of course Oswald, you can trust me," breathed Mary intertwining our fingers.

"I know; I do trust you. That's why I'm telling you this. The robbery today, there was no chance of me being killed. The robbers didn't work for Falcone; they worked for me. I stole the money Mary. I couldn't be a dishwasher forever. I needed Maroni to trust me," I explained never looking away from her. Mary looked surprised at my words at first, but then as she stared at me afterward a smile curled her lips.

"You are still brilliant Oswald. I am even more proud of you then I was a few seconds ago," smiled Mary gently kissing my lips.

"You're not mad?" I asked moving my hands over the skin of her arms.

"No of course not. Oswald I'm just glad you trust me enough to tell me the truth. I couldn't give a damn about Maroni's money. I love you nothing like this could ever stop that and I'm just glad you didn't lie to me again. The fact that you were honest and told me the truth means more then you know. I love you Oswald," exclaimed Mary smiling as she kissed me again. Rolling her onto her back, I deepened the kiss thinking in that moment that I loved her. I loved this woman, I always had, and I always would. And then her words came back to me, she had known I was lying all those years ago. As that thought entered my mind, suddenly she looked up at me and I could see a question in her eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" asked Mary resting her hands on the sides of my neck her thumbs gently stroking my pulse. I looked down at her as I nodded a yes remembering my promise as I did.

"Why did you lie to me all those years ago? Why did you end our relationship? Was it because of what happened with your mother? Why did you leave me Oswald?" whispered Mary tears collecting in her eyes.

Mary's POV…

Oswald looked down at me as my questions floated in the silence around us. Tears left my eyes and moved down my cheeks. He wiped them away with his fingertips laying his head against mine as he signed.

"Yes, it was because of what happened with my mother. She made me choose between her and you; I didn't have a choice Mary she's my mother," whispered Oswald. Both of us closed our eyes as we remembered that day; the day everything had ended.

Oswald and I moved leisurely through the streets of Gotham hand in hand. I was so nervous; he was taking me to meet his mother finally after all this time. We entered the apartment building together in silence and moving up the stairs we stopped outside the apartment door. As if sensing my nerves, Oswald let go of my hand, and he pulled me close. It felt good to have his arm around me and leaning up on my toes I kissed his cheek.

" Don't be nervous; everything is going to be fine," whispered Oswald leaning down and kissing my forehead before moving over my face kissing my nose and cheeks then over my neck making me laugh. It was as he was covering my face and neck in kisses that the door to the apartment opened.

"Oswald," said a heavily accented voice making us jump apart only our hands connecting us.

"Mother," smiled Oswald leaning and kissing her cheek. His mother looked a lot like Oswald, or well he looked a lot like her except for her curly blonde hair.

I felt uneasy from the very beginning. She wouldn't take her eyes off me and when I smiled at her she didn't smile back. I looked at Oswald in that moment; he only smiled in reassurance, and pulled me close again.

"Mother, this is the young lady I told you about. This is Mary, Mary Tyler. Mary this is my mother," said Oswald looking between the two of us.

"Hello Mrs. Cobblepot it's very nice to finally meet you; Oswald's told me a lot about you," I smiled feeling as Oswald squeezed my hip in encouragement. She didn't say anything in response, she only looked at Oswald giving him this look that I can only describe as steely before moving back inside, and looking at Oswald I let him lead me to follow.

Immediately I noticed the apartment was covered in photos of Oswald. Sitting on the couch at his side, I was glad he kept his arm around me as I looked at his mother. She was staring at me; it was clear she didn't like me. The silence was thick around us.

"So mother do you want to ask Mary anything, or talk to her at all," said Oswald it was clear to me by the tone of his voice he did not like how this was going.

"No son I know everything I need to know and I most certainly do not want to talk to this….woman," frowned Mrs. Cobblepot her eyes never leaving me.

I instantly feared this woman; she hated me. She didn't even know me, but already she hated me. And then before either of us knew what was happening suddenly she was verbally attacking me.

"What have you done to my Oswald hmm? You confused him, you have filled his mind with lies, and now he thinks he loves you. You, you a woman of the night, you a filthy harlot have ensnared my son," snapped Mrs. Cobblepot and as she spoke I felt Oswald stiffen next to me. I didn't know what she was talking about, I looked at Oswald, and I felt bad for him I couldn't imagine what he was feeling. He sat there ramrod straight not looking at either of us as she repeated this over and over. He had an iron look on his face as he stared at a spot on the wall; he was gripping my hand in his so tightly now that his knuckles were white and my hand was beginning to hurt.

Finally I returned my gaze to that of his mother, she was looking at us glaring at me to be more specific; she had finally stopped screaming, but I didn't know how long that would last.

"Mrs. Cobblepot I can assure you I haven't done anything to your son. I love him with all my heart; I want him to be happy the same as you. I haven't ensnared him, or anything like that I promise. I love him very much," I explained looking at Oswald as I spoke attempting to squeeze his hand as he held it in his iron grip. I was hoping my words would help him relax and maybe say something, but he only continued to stare at the wall all while his mother began laughing hysterically at my words. Her laughter drove a shiver up my spine; she was really starting to scare me. In that moment, I knew it was hopeless, this woman would never accept me, she would never accept that her son loved me, and I knew Oswald knew this too as he sat there next to me that's why he was so quiet.

"I am not stupid. You are a seductress, a good for nothing whore who has corrupted my sweet son. But I will not let you ruin him; he is meant for greatness. You don't love him only I truly love him. No one will ever love him like his mother. You are a weakling, a harlot, and not worthy of my Oswald," laughed Mrs. Cobblepot making both Oswald and I look at her and it was then he let go of my hand.

"Mother," exclaimed Oswald looking at her for a long time before finally looking at me. I can't imagine what the look on my face must have looked like because I was frozen so many things going through my mind. I was truly hurt no one had ever talked to me like that before. Oswald tried to take my hand again, but I wouldn't let him I didn't want to be touched in that moment. I moved away from him looking between him and his mother trying to find something to say, but I could think of nothing all I knew was I had to get out of there. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I wouldn't give that woman the satisfaction.

"Mother please apologize right now," snapped Oswald looking at her.

"Do you see do you see how she has you talking to your mother? She is a harlot; she is no good for you my son. No one will ever be good enough for you my Oswald," said Mrs. Cobblepot and as she called me that word for the third time I couldn't stay there another minute.

"Oswald I have to go. I'll see you later," I whispered standing without looking at him.

"Mary please don't go," exclaimed Oswald grabbing one of my hands and it was then I looked down at him. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine and I hoped he saw I couldn't stay I had to leave. Leaning down I kissed him gently on the cheek feeling as he dropped my hand and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked towards the door.

"Don't go after her," screamed Mrs. Cobblepot as I left. That was the last thing I heard as the door to the apartment closed behind me. Everything changed from that moment on.

Oswald's POV…

"I'm so sorry Mary," I whispered my head still against hers as we laid there in bed our eyes still closed. Both our eyes opened in that moment and we looked at each other.

"Was there ever any chance of her liking me?" asked Mary. Signing I looked down at her; she would want the truth no matter how hard the truth was.

"At the time, I had hoped so, but now I know there wasn't. My mother just doesn't like women especially concerning me. I was hoping you would be different though; I'm sorry Mary. I should have chosen you. So many things would be different now if I had," I signed.

"No Oswald you made the right choice. I would never ask you to choose me over your mother. You may love me, but you love her too. I would never make you choose," exclaimed Mary and as those words left her lips I wasted no time kissing her. I knew in that moment she loved me more than my mother. If my mother truly loved me, she never would have made me choose. And as I kissed her I couldn't help, but think that while my mother loved me this woman loved me more; she had just proven it with those very words. I would never let anyone not even my mother keep me from her again. I needed her by my side; I loved her and she loved me. Pulling away to look at her, I looked down into her eyes feeling as her arms wrapped around me.

"How did you know? How did you know I lied?" I breathed down to her. Mary took my face in her hands in that moment.

"It was obvious Oswald. Any doubts I had were put to rest when you kissed me before walking away. You don't kiss someone like that unless you love them," whispered Mary before tangling her hands in my hair as she attacked my lips. As we kissed, I went back in my mind to that day long ago when I made the worst mistake of my life.

It was a cold rainy Gotham day, I found myself moving resignedly through Gotham Park. When I spotted Mary sitting beneath her umbrella on a park bench I moved slowly towards her. She looked beautiful; she was always beautiful. Mary wore jeans and a simple crisp white blouse, her hair was longer then and it hung down around her shoulders, and as our eyes met the day before hung over us. My mother had made me choose and I hated her for it, but nonetheless here I was about to lose the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Sitting down by her side, I smiled inwardly as she moved her umbrella to cover us both. The irony wasn't lost on me. Our relationship had begun beneath an umbrella in the rain and now on this park bench it would end beneath an umbrella in the rain. It was Mary who broke the silence between us.

"Yesterday didn't exactly go as planned," whispered Mary looking at me when I said nothing in response. I didn't want to say anything, I knew I was going to have to hurt her, and I didn't want to.

"Actually, yesterday was very enlightening," I snapped looking at her with the same glare my mother had used the day before. I hated having to look at her like that.

"Oswald why are you looking at me like that? What do you mean it was enlightening?" exclaimed Mary moving closer to me under the umbrella, but I moved away. I stood up and looked down at her as she remained sitting on the bench. This was the moment, I would have to hurt her, and lose her forever.

"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," I screamed at her watching as the hurt she had hidden the day before shone clearly on her face. The words felt like acid on my tongue especially when I saw the tears in her eyes, but she still held a ray of hope I was faking this. And even though I was she couldn't know that; I had to hurt her more then I already had.

"Oswald I love you," whispered Mary standing her umbrella covering me once more as she looked at me trying to prove to me that she spoke the truth. And I knew she did, but I couldn't let it matter then.

"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," I snapped gasping and stumbling back as her hand shot forward slapping me hard across the face. I didn't say anything in response; I only grabbed the hand she hit me with as she moved to pull it back looking down at her. I deserved that slap and I knew it. And as I stood there with her, I knew there was one thing I had to do at least once before I walked away from her forever. Pulling her against my chest, I kissed her for what I knew would be the first and last time. It was quick and passionate. It was over way too soon. Her umbrella had fallen to the ground in the mist of the kiss, the rain pelted down on us as I kissed her, and when I broke it I looked at her. Rain continued to sprinkle hard down on us and without a word, or a second glance in her direction I left her standing there. I left her standing there in the rain. As I came back to the present, I found her watching me, and I smiled at her as I kissed her like so long ago. I loved her. I would never make the mistake of walking away from her ever again.