As it is my birthday on Wednesday, I thought I would do a little something here. I hope you enjoy.

(Y/n) woke from her slumbers, a large smile making its way onto her lips; today was her birthday and she was sure that Oswald would do something wonderful for her. That he would lavish his attention on her and make her feel like the only woman in the world; not that he didn't do that the rest of the time, but usually her sweet Ozzie saved up something special, for her big day. And even if he was busy, he would forget about all that, and just be with her.

Slowly, she pushed herself up so that she was seated in the bed, watching the door; sure, that at any minute she would see her husband's smiling face coming into the room, his hands filled with a tray of food, that they could share for breakfast. Yet as the minutes passed, and Oswald did not appear her smile began to fade; (Y/n) finally pushing back the sheets and placing her feet into the lush carpet on the floor. Perhaps Oswald was waiting downstairs for her. Perhaps he had the dining room all set out, and he was just waiting for her to come down. Yes, that was it; (Y/n) reaching for her dressing gown and pulling it around her shoulders, before heading for the door.

Quickly she made her way out into the hall and then down the staircase. Her bare feet carrying her to the dining room. (Y/n) taking a deep breath, as she placed her hands on the handles of the doors and prepared to find something wonderful.

"Ah, my dove........." Oswald said with a smile, folding his paper, as (Y/n) made her way into the room, that was as it would always be. Not a sign of anything for her birthday.

"Ozzie......." (Y/n) replied, as she made her way over to him, and placed a kiss to his lips, before taking her usual seat. Her eyes looking around, hoping that at any moment her husband would either say something sweet and present her with a gift, or something would come into the room.

"Is everything alright, my heart........?" Oswald asked, as he reached out and took her hand.

"I..........do you know what day it is, Ozzie? I mean the date, the month.........?"

"What a strange thing to ask.......of course I do, why would I not........?"

"And you can't think of anything important about today......?" (Y/n) countered. Her brows furrowing as Oswald mused for a moment, raising his tea cup to his lips.

"No. I..............." (Y/n) snatching her hand away at his reply, before she got to her feet.

"Well then, if there is nothing important about today, I will just take myself out for the day. I am sure that you have so many important things to be getting on with. Something far more important than me........." (Y/n) huffed, then turning making her way to the door.

"Do you not want to have breakfast........?" Oswald called out, as he picked back up his paper, nonchalantly; it as if he hadn't heard anything she had just said.

"No! Something has put me off food......." She replied curtly, before making her way out of the room. (Y/n) not noticing the smile that was on her husband's lips, as she slammed the door behind her.

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(Y/n) made her way back down the staircase. She had been fuming as she had dressed. It wasn't that she expected much; she didn't want some huge party, some ridiculously expensive gift, all she wanted was her husband for the day and a present that he had put some thought into. But it was obvious that Oswald no longer cared enough for her to remember her birthday, never mind care to spend the day with her. So, she would spend the day with herself, doing all the things that she didn't normally get the chance to do.

"Misses Cobblepot......." (Y/n) rolling her eyes, as Butch came to the bottom of the staircase.

"Butch........."

"The boss says that I am to go with you........" The big man told her, half apologetically.

"I am perfectly capable of taking myself into the city. And I seriously doubt that you want to be dragged along while I go shopping. So..........."

"Mister Cobblepot insisted........." Butch sounding even more apologetic, continued. (Y/n) knowing that there was no point in arguing with him. That it wasn't poor Butch's fault.

"Fine, but don't say that I didn't warn you........" She told him, before making her way out of the house, with Butch on her tail.

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(Y/n) had to admit that she was having quite a nice day. Butch hadn't complained once, no matter where he had had to follow her to; and, in fact, having the big man with her, had actually made her day out, much more fun. And apart from him sending constant messages on his phone, he had been far more attentive to her, than her husband had been that morning.

"I.....I didn't know. I am sorry Misses Cobblepot.........." Butch apologised, as he and (Y/n) sat down for lunch.

"You have nothing to apologise for, Butch. And I told you, its (Y/n). No, I don't expect you to remember my birthday; but my husband........."

"Maybe you should have said something........."

"I shouldn't need to say anything. Your wife's birthday should not be something you forget, just like a wedding anniversary. No, let him forget; and then, when we have an argument and he thinks that he has won, I will use this as my trump card, and he won't have a leg to stand on." (Y/n) chuckled, as she reached for her glass of champagne.

"Here is to my birthday and trump cards to use against Oswald Cobblepot. Cheers.........." Butch raising his own glass and clinking it against (Y/n)'s.

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(Y/n) made her way back into the large home, kissing Butch on the cheek, before making her way up to the bedroom. She wasn't going to tell Oswald she was home; that she had really had quite the nicest day. But what she was going to do, was bathe and put on the very expensive, sleek black dress that she had bought, and then take herself out to the opera; all the bags from her day out, being placed on the bed, as she took a seat on the corner of the mattress before pulling off her shoe and rubbing her sore foot. Her eyes rolling, as she saw her phone light up with a message from her husband.

"My dove. I need you to come to the patio........"

"Yes, and I needed you to remember my birthday; but we can't always have what we want, now can we, Oswald........" (Y/n) sighed, before she put back on her shoe; knowing that it was best to get whatever this was, over with, so then she could enjoy her night out. (Y/n) making her way back out of the room, down the hall and then the staircase; through the darkening home and out towards the patio. Stopping dead in her tracks, as she saw the scene in front of her; a table set for two, red rose petals scattered across the floor and a multitude of softly glowing candles, lighting the scene. The dimming light in the sky, making everything appear more perfect.

"Happy birthday, my dear heart........." A voice suddenly whispered into her ear. (Y/n) turning to see Oswald in his favourite suit, smiling broadly at her.

"You........you didn't forget..........?"

"How could I forget the birthday of my dove? I merely wished to make this evening special for you. That is why I had Butch go with you today, to make sure that you did not return, before everything was perfect........" Oswald explained as he took her hand and kissed it, before leading her out onto the patio. (Y/n) realising that that was probably why Butch had been sending and receiving so many messages; that Oswald was keeping him up to date with what was going on. A broad smile coming to her lips, as her husband handed her a glass.

"To the most beautiful woman in the world, that I am fortunate enough to call mine. To her special day, and to many more special days that we will spend together. Happy birthday, my love........." Oswald toasted, then chinking his glass against hers. The two taking a sip of the sparkling alcohol, before Oswald pulled out a chair for her to sit.

"And perhaps, once we have finished with our meal, you will allow me to give you your gift........." He continued, whispering softly into her ear. (Y/n) turning her head to see that mischievous twinkle in his eyes that she loved so much.

"Oh, I think that I would like that very much, Ozzie........." She replied, as his lips found her neck, before he took his own seat. The air filling with the sound of beautiful music, as they looked across the table at one another. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from giggling, as he took her hands in his, realising that her wonderful husband, in his own inimitable style, had made her special day, more special than she could ever have hoped for.