(Y/n) couldn't help but giggle as Oswald moved her around the dance floor, the man still quite nibble, despite his waddle like limp. Ok, it might have something to do with the now five glasses of champagne that she had had, but she was actually now enjoying herself. In her job she saw the worst of the worst, the female detective sure that she had seen more dead bodies than anyone really should. She spent her days riding around in the back of a car with Harvey and Jim, going between crime scenes, none of that lending itself to anything but her usual suits and a messy bun. But here, at this moment, in the dress that Oswald had sent her, with her hair swaying around her shoulders, as she was swept across the floor in the arms of the new mayor of the city; she had to admit that she felt like a princess. All this, a million miles away from watching Harvey eat Danish while they looked over a bloated body that had just been dragged out of the river.

"May I................?" A voice asked, as the band began to play a new tune. (Y/n) and Oswald turning to see a smiling Ed, holding out his hand for (Y/n) to take. The detective accepting the offer, before Oswald could protest.

"I would love to, Ed. I can't keep our new mayor away from all these other ladies, that I am sure would enjoy a dance with him............" (Y/n) replied, giving a less than pleased looking Penguin, a smile. Oswald finally smiling back, before taking her hand and kissing it.

"How considerate of you, detective. Though I trust that Edward will bring you back to me.........soon................." Oswald said. It obvious that his words were not a simple request, but a veiled order. Making (Y/n) wonder what would happen between the two men, if Ed didn't bring her back to the mayor, soon. The detective quickly pulling the tall, dark-haired former forensic technician, away.

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"So................" Ed began, as he placed an arm around her waist and his hand in hers. The pair slowly dancing along to the music.

"Do detectives Bullock and Gordon know that you are here...............?" He continued. Pulling her a little closer, as Oswald and an elderly lady, danced passed them.

"They didn't have a chance of not knowing. Harvey was even sent out by the Cap to find me, on my days off. I was dragged back to the precinct with arms full of Christmas presents and told that my services were required this evening, to protect our new mayor. Though I was unaware that Oswald actually considered it a date, until I got here. Which is certainly something I will not be telling them; Harvey would never stop laughing. Nor will I be telling them, that I danced with you.............not that Jim is holding a grudge or anything for what you did................."

"Do you..................?"

"What, am I pissed that you framed one of my partners for killing Pinkney. That you electrocuted him, shot him. And if it hadn't been for Captain Barnes and Harvey rushing you in the woods, you would have added Jim to your victims.........how could I possibly be upset at you for that.............?" (Y/n) replied sarcastically, as she recalled watching as Jim got dragged away. How she had felt so helpless when he had been sent to Blackgate Penitentiary.

"Then why are we dancing.......................?"

"Because Ed, despite the fact that I could have shot you myself for doing what you have done............I still strangely like you. I always did like you............" (Y/n) explained, rolling her eyes as Ed smiled down at her.

"Really........? How much do you like me..............?"

"Don't push your luck, Nygma. Despite the tightness of this dress, I am still armed. A girl can never be too careful............" (Y/n) interjected. Ed looking her up and down, as he twirled her around, before pulling her back to him.

"I would very much like to find out where you have secreted that weapon, detective.........."

"Yeah. You and Oswald both. Though despite what our mayor might hope, it will take more than a few glasses of champagne and a whirl around a dance floor, for either of you to see my little hiding place." (Y/n) continued, she and Ed clapping for the band, as the music stopped.

"Of course. But if you would like to tell me what it would take, I would be very interested to know..........." Ed leaning down and whispering into her ear. (Y/n) getting the strangest sensation make its way down her spine, as his warm breath fanned over her neck. This Ed so different to the one that she had known. To the strange, white coat clad riddling technician, that she had worked with at the GCPD. Thoughts suddenly going through her mind, that she should not be having. Thoughts about both Ed and Oswald; of being dominated by the two men. It occurring to the detective, that she not only had a liking for odd people, but for odd people with power. (Y/n) getting a feeling, as she watched Oswald make his way over to where she and Ed stood, that by the end of the night, she was most definitely going to find herself on old Saint Nic's naughty list.