The Queen of Gotham had had enough; for over a week now she had seen neither hide nor hair of her husband, and today was the last straw. Once again, she had reached over her arm to snuggle into her husband's side, to hold him tight, and breath in his scent; but once again she found nothing but cold unwrinkled sheets. She shot up, sitting bolt upright in bed.

"Right Oswald Cobblepot, you asked for it!" She said out loud to herself. Jumping out of bed, she grabbed her dressing gown, and then threw open the doors to the bedroom.

"BUTCH!" She screamed out.

The large man shuddered, if the Queen was in a bad mood it meant someone was going to suffer. Butch, as well as anyone else that had half a brain feared the Queen. She was deadly, cold and intelligent, and she would kill just as easily as blinking and it would be with a smile on her face.

"BUTCH! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

Butch took a deep breath hoping to god that he wasn't the target of her current wrath.

"I'm here Mrs. Cobblepot, how can I help you?" Butch tried to say calmly.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT SON OF A BITCHES NAME! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE? I WANT THAT BASTARDS HEAD ON A PLATE!"

Butch breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it wasn't his head on the chopping block.

"Do you mean the boss, Mrs. Cobb......... I mean (y/n)?"

"YES! I MEAN THAT WADDLING, UMBRELLA CARRYING PRICK. WHERE IS HE?"

Butch couldn't help but chuckle to himself at her description of Oswald, only she would be able to get away with such a thing.

"I think he's been at the club (y/n)."

Butch's eyes widened as he saw her face grow dark; her jaw was clenched tight and her hands balled up in fists so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Never before had he ever seen the Queen this angry; suddenly she took a deep breath, and an all too familiar eerie stoic look graced her features.

"So Butch, you are telling me that Oswald has been at his clubs all day and every night, not bothering to come home to his wife for over a week?"

Butch started to shake, this cool calm exterior was worse than an angry one, this normally meant someone was going to die.

"Yes, Mrs. Cobb....... sorry, (y/n)."

She looked deep into the big man's eyes.

"Which one of them is he screwing Butch?"

His breath hitched in his throat.

"I.........um, I don't ..........um."

"Butch please, tell me which one of the whore's he's screwing rather than me."

Butch was in shock, he saw something in her that he had never seen before, fear, vulnerability and pain. Before he knew it, her arms were around his waist and her head buried in his chest; he could feel her whole body shake, looking down at her, he realised that she was sobbing. Butch instinctively put his arm around her shoulder and brushed his fingers through her hair trying to calm her. Never before had he realised that Oswald was her one weakness, the chink in her armour.

"(Y/n), I don't know, I mean, I don't know if he is with one of those girls; but I do know that if he is than he's an idiot. Why risk losing the most beautiful woman in Gotham for one of those cheap sluts. Believe me (y/n), Oswald can't do any better than you." He cooed at the distraught woman.

She looked up at Butch through tear soaked eyes. "Really?" She sniffed.

"Really (y/n), your clever, beautiful and deadly, you're the complete package, any man would want you. We all know who really runs Gotham, and believe me, without you, Oswald would be nothing." Butch told her, kissing her on top of the head.

She pushed herself away from him, wiped her eyes and straightened herself.

"Thank you Butch; now, I would appreciate it if you would find my brother and bring him to me."

Butch's eyes grew wide again. "You want Victor?"

The Queen moved and sat on one of the sofas. "Yes Butch, I want Victor, NOW!"

Butch rushed off searching the mansion for the Queen's twin brother.

"Morning Butch." Came a sudden call from behind the big man; Butch turned around thankful to finally find the man he was looking for.

"Thank fuck for that, where have you been Victor? (Y/n) needs you."

As soon as Victor heard that his sister needed him, he was off, Butch hung by his side trying to explain what had happened.

As both men made it to the lounge, they found the Queen sitting in her large chair that everyone had dubbed her throne.

Victor flew to her side. "(Y/n), tell me what you need me to do."

"I need a gun Victor, something small and discrete but will still make a big mess."

"(Y/n), let me take care of it for you."

She gently caressed her brothers face. "Just get me the gun Victor."

                                                           >>------------------------------<<

As the evening wore on the Queen looked at herself in the mirror, she was wearing the shortest, tightest dress she could find; it showed way too much cleavage and far too much leg, she smiled gleefully knowing that Oswald would hate it.

As she made her way to the lounge room, the eyes of the goons in the room all fell on the Queen.

"Butch, I need you to take me to the club."

Butch gulped, his eyes wandered over her body, his thoughts only interrupted by the irritated cough of her brother.

"(Y/n), the boss will go crazy if he sees you in that! You know he hates other men looking at you." Butch told her.

She kissed the large man on the cheek. "And that's exactly why I'm wearing it Butch. Now, are you going to drive me, or do I take myself?"

                                                     >>---------------------------------<<

The car drew up to the front of the club, and Butch helped the Queen out of the car.

"I would like it if you would escort me inside." She told Butch as she took his arm.

"Good Evening Mrs. Cobblepot, it's nice to see you again." Said the door man.

"Hello Travis, is Mr. Cobblepot inside?"

The large doorman nodded. "Yes ma'am, the boss is here."

Travis opened the door to let the Queen inside; she looked at Butch before she let his arm go.

"Stay out of my way tonight Butch, whatever happens, stay out of my way." She warned.

Butch nodded, being more worried about what she could do rather than anything Oswald could think of.

Making her way into the club she looked around finally catching sight of her husband seemingly holding court. As she walked through the crowd, the DJ spotted her, and the music stopped.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The DJ announced, causing Oswald to quieten the group that surrounded him.

"I would like to introduce you to an old friend of mine, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The Queen of Gotham herself, (Y/N)!"

The DJ beckoned her up to the stage, and the crowd cheered as she appeared. Oswald's eyes grew wide as he saw his wife, his dove, up on the stage; his blood began to boil as he saw the men that surrounded him leer at her. How dare any other man look at his Queen in such a way; she was his and only his.

We watched as she whispered into the DJ's ear causing him to grin happily.

"Ok boys and girls, clear the dance floor cos you're in for a treat, the Queen has asked to dance!" Declared the DJ.

Oswald's fingernails dug into the table, scratching grooves into the smooth wood; (Y/n) had been a dancer since she was young and was well known in certain circles, and the way she moved was sinful. No other man had seen her dance since the day Oswald had brought the murderous twins in to work for him; from the moment he saw her he knew that no one else could have her.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest as she swaggered to the centre of the floor, the music started and she began to sway slowly at first, but then her hands started to suggestively wander up and down her body; her hips snaking.

Oswald started to growl under his breath, he had been neglecting her needs as well as his own; he hadn't been home, too busy with the business and the clubs. He spent his nights on the sofa in his office not wanting to disturb her, and now here she was mere feet from him, her body pressed up against those of other men in the crowd.

Oswald caught sight of Butch hungrily watching his Queen, along with every other man in the room; he jumped up from the table pushing his way through the crowd. Oswald grabbed hold of the big man, pulling him behind him into the entrance hall.

"DID YOU BRING MY QUEEN HERE?" Oswald bellowed.

"Boss, I had to." Butch tried to explain.

"WHY?!"

Butch rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Well you see boss, Mrs. Cobblepot thinks you're cheating on her with one of the sluts at the club and she's really angry and you made her cry and now she's here to get her own back on you by showing you what you're giving up oh and she has a gun and I think she might kill someone!!' Butch blurted out all in one breath.

Oswald's heart dropped upon hearing the man's confession.

"My dove thinks that I want someone else other than her. I made her cry?" Oswald's eyes suddenly grew wide.

"What do you mean, she has a gun?" He asked Butch.

Butch shrugged and looked down at the floor.

"Victor got it for her."

Oswald hurriedly limped back into the club; he couldn't see his wife for the throng of men surrounding her; but he could hear her laugh. Finally finding his way through the men he saw her properly. The sight of her in that dress was all it took to arouse his longing, only his Queen could cause such stirrings within him. He moved closer, watching her as she chose to ignore him, instead choosing to flirt with her myriad of assorted admirers.

"My love." Oswald whispered into her ear.

"What do you want Penguin?" She hissed. Oswald was taken aback momentarily by her use of the moniker.

Stealing himself he whispered again.

"Why don't we go home my dove?"

Standing up abruptly, she turned and faced him.

"HOME?! Oh, you mean that empty god damn mansion, and that cold bed which my husband can't stand to come to anymore because he's too busy banging one, if not all of the sluts in this place!"

The crowd quickly moved away from the pair.

"For over a week you haven't come home, not a phone call, not a message, nothing. Do I mean that little to you Cobblepot?"

Before he can say anything, she slowly pulled out the gun that had been strapped to her thigh, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Which bitch is it Cobblepot? If I'm going to lose you, I'm going to make sure you lose her. And if you don't tell me, I'll just shoot all of them until I get the right one."

Oswald's breath hitched in his throat; had his neglect of her really pushed her to this? He knew she loved him, and he loved her more than his own life; she had been there for him when no one else had, supported him, cared for him, and now, here she was broken.

She felt a large hand on her shoulder, and a familiar voice in her ear.

"(Y/n), he's not worth it, please let me take you away." Victor whispered gently before pulling his twin into his arms.

"Consider this our resignation Penguin." The hitman hissed and pulled the Queen into the night.

                                                        >>----------------------------------------<<

Months had passed and despite all his best efforts, despite all his money, all his connections and all his power, he still couldn't find her. Victor had hidden her well, and Oswald was losing his mind; he hadn't seen her since that night in the club, and all the King wanted was his Queen.

"WHERE IS SHE!" Oswald screamed out at the amassed goons.

"Boss, we've tried everything, all your underworld contacts, all your political connections, but nothing. The only thing we haven't tried is the GCPD." Butch said apologetically.

Oswald spun around to face his henchman. "Of course, Jim Gordon. He would take great delight in helping to hide her from me. Bring the car around, we are taking a trip downtown."

Getting to the GCPD Oswald was flanked by Butch and two other henchmen; completely ignoring the desk sergeants' calls, Oswald pushed his way into Jim's office. Jim's shock, immediately turned to smugness as he looked at the dishevelled state of the Penguin; Jim knew exactly why he was there, and he was going to enjoy every minute of this.

Jim leaned back in his chair. "Well, well Oswald; to what do I owe the pleasure?" A broad smirk formed on Jim's lips.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Oswald blurted out, banging his fist on the desk.

Jim tried to look puzzled. "Where's who?"

"You know exactly who I mean, I want to know where she is."

"I tell you what Oswald, let's just pretend that I'm some dumb cop and I don't know who you are talking about. Why don't you say her name?"

Oswald could hear the mocking tone in Jim's voice, but he was beyond caring what Jim or anyone else thought about him now.

"(Y/n), I want to know where (y/n) is, please." Oswald begged.

Jim seemed to muss for a moment. "It's gonna cost you."

Oswald's eyes instantly met the detectives. "Anything! Anything you want, anything I have, just tell me."

Jim began to scribble something down on a piece of paper.

"You will owe me a favour." Jim stated as he slowly handed over the paper. "Do we have a deal Oswald?" Oswald nodded frantically as he stared down at the address. "Yes, deal."

Oswald made for the door of Jim's office. "Hey!" Jim called out.

"She's not in a fit state to see you, she's not well; god knows what a beautiful woman like that sees in you, but whatever you did to her, you broke her."

Oswald nodded and rushed out of the precinct.

                                                                >>-----------------------------<<

Victor sat next to his sister on the bed. "(Y/n), you have to eat something, please. You can't keep doing this to yourself, you're worrying me sick."

She said nothing, simply continuing to stare at the wall in front of her, as she buried herself deeper into the covers.

Victor stroked her hair. "Look, I'm just going out to the store, we need some things, I'll be back soon, ok?" Again, she said nothing.

Butch and Oswald sat outside the address in the car, they had been there a few days waiting for any signs of life.

"Boss, do you think Gordon gave you the right address? I mean we've seen nothing." Butch said, looking through the rear view mirror at his boss.

"Yes, I'm sure. Gordon wants a favour; he knows he won't get it if this is a wild goose chase."

Suddenly both men saw the familiar face of Victor cautiously exiting the building; he briefly surveyed the area before making his way down the street.

"Boss, should we go in?"

Oswald shook his head. "No, give Victor a few minutes, then we go."

Moments later both men exit the car, tentatively making their way to the small home. Butch tried the door.

"It's locked." He told Oswald.

"Of course it is, kick it in!" Oswald ordered.

"But, what about (y/n)? If she's not well......."

"I WANT MY QUEEN! KICK IT IN!" Oswald's demeanour was dark, and Butch daren't do anything but comply.

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

Butch ran through the house, forcing open doors searching for the Queen.

"BOSS! I FOUND HER!"

Oswald followed the sound of his henchman's voice, finally finding him hunched over the body of the woman he'd come to find.

"She's unconscious." Butch almost whispered.

Oswald moved closer to the bed, his eyes falling on the limp body of his wife; his heart stopped, she was pale, her cheeks sallow; a broken shadow of her former self.

"Pick her up, we're leaving." Oswald ordered.

*CLICK*

"You're not taking her anywhere Cobblepot." Oswald felt the muzzle of a gun against the back of his head as the familiar voice of Victor resonated through the room.

"Victor, she is sick she needs help; you must let us take her." Oswald said to the irate hitman.

"And what do you think she's going to do when she wakes up and sees your face? Do you want to kill her?" Victor hissed.

"Victor, I did nothing wrong, I would never do anything to harm my Queen; but if you don't let us take her, I may never get the chance to tell her." Oswald pleaded, turning around to face his brother in law.

Victor looked down at the pale, weak form of his sister and slowly nodded, "Alright, but if anything happens to her I'm going to kill you."

                                                         >>--------------------------------------<<

The slow and steady beeping noise was incessant, beating at her brain like a jackhammer. Her eyes were heavy, and she couldn't bring herself to open them; it was all too much effort. The last few months had taken more of a toll on her body than she had realised, but she couldn't bring herself to care; she had lost everything.

"(Y/n)!" The voice that spoke was quiet, nervous, and hesitant.

"(Y/n) come back to me please, there is no one else, and there has never been anyone else but you. I know you probably can't hear me, but I have to tell you; there wasn't another woman at the club; it's always been you. I got so caught up in myself, in the business, in the clubs, and I forgot about you. I was selfish (y/n), I didn't truly realise what I had until you were gone my dove. Come back to me my Queen, and I swear that I will dedicate my every day to you."

The voice drifted into her half dazed mind; it had been too long since she had heard it. It was as sweet as it had always been, and despite all her misgivings and all the pain, she just wanted to take him in her arms.

Oswald's eyes shot up as he felt his hand being squeezed.

"(Y/N)?"

Her eyes slowly opened taking in the view of a weak, and dishevelled Oswald; she could feel a tear run down her cheek as she looked down at him. She had never seen him like this before, he had always taken such pride in his appearance, such care. Yet here he was, unshaven, unwashed, his hair and clothes a mess.

"Oh Ossy, did I do this to you?" Her voice came out barely above a whisper, but he heard it all the same. Oswald threw himself into her arms, his head resting on her chest.

"No, my dove I did this to me; this is all my fault, please come back to me. I can't do anything without you."

"Promise you'll never leave me Ossy."

The words broke Oswald's heart all over again, as he looked up to see the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Never my dove, you are the only woman for me. You are my Queen, my heart." Oswald said as he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Take me home Ossy, just take me home."

A huge smile grew on Oswald's lips for the first time in months as he hit a sleeping Butch with his cane.

"My Queen desires to return home Butch, and what my Queen wants my Queen gets."

Out of the clinic limped a confident Oswald with his Queen behind him in the arms of Butch. Once again, the Queen would be in her castle by the side of the King and all in Gotham would be his again.