This is just a fun little story that came to me suddenly. Please read and review and always remember I own nothing. Also the POV will change throughout the story.

Chapter 1

Oswald's POV…

I knew it was her the second I heard her voice again even after so many years it was the sweetest sound I have ever heard.

"Beautiful," I breathed as I chanced a glance in the direction of her sweet voice; the mere sight of her made my heart pound. Mary Tyler now Mary Maroni the wife of the head of the Maroni family Salvatore; she wasn't the girl I knew anymore now she was his wife. As I continued to wash dishes I silently wondered if she remembered me, but I didn't let myself hope because I knew she didn't. A long time ago when I was still nothing, when I was nothing, but a kid she came into my life and she brought light and happiness to it for a short while.

We were fourteen then and her family was as well off as my own, it was by chance that we met at all. She was the most beautiful person I'd ever laid eyes on: her hair like mahogany silk cascading down her back, her skin nearly as pale as my own, but her eyes no one had eyes like hers. They were so expressive and so exquisite like green pools from a lagoon. I will always remember that day a typical Gotham day to anybody else, but a life changing day for me. It was cloudy rain was on its way as I walked the streets alone.

" No," I whispered as the rain started to slowly fall pelting me in wetness as I walked alone, but I wasn't alone for long soon I found her at my side much to my surprise. My surprise increased when she opened the umbrella she held and moved it so it covered us.

At first I did nothing, but stare at her in confusion. Was this a joke? Was someone playing a trick on me? No one except my mother had ever been kind to me like this; the way I walked made me different so that earned me the ridicule of others and I couldn't help, but wonder if this was one of those moments. I have no idea how long I simply stared at her, but I will never forget that moment when I heard her voice for the first time.

" Um are you just going to stand there and stare at me or, do you want to walk with me we don't have to talk if you don't want to " she said offering me a sweet smile that matched her equally honey sweet voice. I didn't answer her I simply nodded and walked slowly at her side under her umbrella. As rain fell in a quiet silence around us we walked closely side by side under the umbrella, but suddenly she stopped looking at me as she did.

"I'm Mary Tyler. Not that I don't enjoy walking in the rain with a complete stranger, but could you at least tell me your name," whispered Mary so low if we hadn't been standing so close under the umbrella I wouldn't have heard her. Smiling at me she extended her hand looking at me as she waited for my response. I still wasn't sure if I could trust her, she could be trying to prove what a fool I was, but as I looked at her I wanted to trust her.

"You can trust me," said Mary suddenly as if reading my thoughts. Looking at her I took a slow step closer to her as I extended my own hand and taking her hand. "Oswald Cobblepot," I whispered taking the hand I still held in mine and turning it bowing low as I kissed the back of it. She gasped at my lips touched her pale white skin and I knew I had surprised her not many men kissed a ladies hand anymore. When I straightened up again standing beneath the umbrella with her still I looked at her, she was still smiling at me except it had widened, and the sight made my heart beat fast. Continuing to hold my hand she pulled me along and we walked together beneath her umbrella in the rain talking in low voices. She became so much to me, she became my best friend, and in time she became my first love. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't forget her. When my mind returned to the present nothing had changed around me I was still silently cleaning dishes in the kitchen. I chanced another glance at her; she was seated at a table next to her husband Don Maroni surrounded by his men facing me. I couldn't help, but think that she was still beautiful she hadn't changed. Everything about her had changed, she now had money and power, she dressed like a fine lady of Gotham, but some things hadn't changed she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on and looking into her eyes I saw something else that hadn't changed too. She was still the young woman who had touched my heart beneath an umbrella so many years ago.

Mary's POV…

As I rode in the back of the black town car through the streets of Gotham my eyes watched those streets seeing them, but somehow looking past them at the same time. I was on the way to the restaurant to have dinner with my husband and his cronies and as the car drove closer to my destination I tried to seem happy. "I should be happy," I signed leaning my head against the cool glass of the window closing my eyes for only a second in thought. I had nothing to be unhappy about: I was married to Salvatore Maroni one of the most powerful men in Gotham, I wanted for nothing in fact I had anything I had ever dreamed of having except for love. "I can't buy love. My love is gone especially now," I breathed against the glass holding back my tears as the face of my true love entered my mind, but as my eyes opened it vanished again. My marriage was not one of love, it was completely loveless though Salvatore claims to me I know I am just a pretty thing on his arm, and I just couldn't love him. When he saw me he said he decided then and there he had to have me and Don Maroni always got what he wanted. In truth there was only one man I had ever loved, but we had parted ways years ago.

No matter how hard I tried I can't stop loving him. My heart will never beat for another not even my husband, but he will never know that. "We are here Mrs. Maroni," said my driver Charlie as we pulled up outside the restaurant and signing I nodded plastering a smile on my face trying to look happy when inside I was dying. I exited the car smiling a silent thank you at Charlie as I entered the restaurant moving through the tables in search of my husband. When he came into view I called his name smiling lovingly at him as he turned in my direction; I was the picture of a wife who loved her husband.

"There's my girl," hollered Salvatore so that the whole restaurant heard just who I was and just who I belonged to. He smiled as he came towards me quickly pulling me into his arms and as was expected of me I wrapped my arms around his shoulders keeping my smile on my face as he lowered his mouth down onto mine. I closed my eyes as he kissed me resting one hand at the back on his neck as I kissed him in return. I smiled as my mind replaced the man that kissed me with another, and then Salvatore Maroni disappeared and my true love was the one kissing me. In my mind was kisser became thinner and he had to bend just a little to kiss me, his skin was much paler then my own, and his hair was as black as the sky late at night. When the kiss ended I smiled signing in fake contentment as reality came back to hit me hard in the face as I stared up at my husband Salvatore instead of my real true love. I remained silent as was expected of me as I moved at his side toward the table where his cronies waited. Looking up for only a brief second towards the kitchen to scan the rest of the restaurant I almost stopped in my tracks at the sight I saw; I had never expected to see him ever again. There he was after so long standing in the kitchen of the restaurant my husband owned was my true love. Oswald Cobblepot the only man who ever really held my heart was really there, and it took all my acting skills not to cry and run into his arms, but I knew I couldn't do that so I acted as if I hadn't seen him at all. All I wanted to do was stare at him, part of me was afraid he had been an allusion, that I would turn around, and he wouldn't be there, but I couldn't Salvatore would notice and the thought of what Salvatore would do kept my eyes down. I could feel his eyes on me though not for long, but every now and then he would glance my way for just a second. Every time I thought about looking up at him for even a second my husband's presence reminded me how jealous he was; if I even looked at anyone else he would have them killed even if they were only a waiter in the restaurant I was his wife and no one was to look my way. That also meant I couldn't look at anyone either so I could have no friends. Oswald changed all of that the second I saw him after so many years. I had to see him; I had to speak with him. He had seen me and I had seen him and though it would have been easier to pretend otherwise I couldn't. And I knew in the back of my mind that was his plan, to see me this one time and pretend otherwise, but I couldn't. I loved him, I have and will always love him everything about me may have changed, but that would not. And I knew as I felt his eyes on me again and again that he still loved me too.

I knew with the feeling of his eyes on me that he still loved me because I knew Oswald. If he no longer loved me, if he no longer cared he would have glanced my way once and only once then never again; he would have pretended from then on that I didn't exist, but he couldn't stop looking at me because he loved me. I knew Oswald well as well as he knew me, and that made me different from all others because I knew what mistakes not to make. Oswald was in a way a devil in disguise, he could act as weak as he needed to and people believed it because they didn't know the strength he held hidden inside. He could lie through his teeth and no one would ever be able to tell at least not until he wanted them to; the worst mistake a person could make was to underestimate him. My husband through his arm around my shoulders as he talked with his cronies and I smiled at him before looking down at my plate again remaining silent, for once happily silent. It was times like this when I wanted to remain strictly in my head that I don't mind the strict silence he forced upon me. I knew I was just for show here just like all the other times before, no one talked to me only Salvatore and even that was rare, no one talked to me because I was Mary Maroni now, I was Don Maroni's wife now so I was not to be spoken to unless he allowed it. So I was perfectly safe to sit in silence among them, and be alone in my thoughts. And alone in my thoughts for a second I remembered that rainy Gotham day when we walked beneath an umbrella. Oswald claimed my heart that day from the very beginning he claimed my heart. From the moment he told me his name and he kissed my hand in a way no man ever had before he claimed my heart. As that thought repeated itself in my mind I was brought back to reality; it was time for me to go. Kissing my husband goodbye I moved towards the entrance only then did I look at Oswald out of the corner of my eye. I was determined to speak to him; I had to see him even if it could only be that one time I had to see him. I had to see my Oswald I couldn't just pretend I hadn't seen him I loved him. As I continued on my way out the door I felt his eyes on my back, and stepping into the car I smiled my first genuine smile in a long while.

I remained in my happy silence only Oswald on my mind as the car drove away. Looking at my driver and my only trusted friend Charlie I smiled I could trust him to take me back to see Oswald and keep my secret.

"Charlie I need you to go back and park somewhere no one will see us," I whispered. "Why Mrs. Maroni," questioned Charlie looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"I must speak with someone, but my husband must not know," I answered looking out the window at the streets of Gotham. He nodded in acceptance and smiled a silent promise to keep my secret.

Oswald's POV…

Late that night I exited the back door of the restaurant and moved down the street into the alleyway. I thoughts were of her, my Mary. Suddenly as I walked through the darkness I heard someone behind me. When I turned my pocketknife at the ready the last person I expected to see was her; it was like she was conjured from my very thoughts. My eyes widened at the sight of her, Mary Maroni as she stepped into the dim light so that I could properly see her; I couldn't believe it there she was my Mary. "Hello Oswald," smiled Mary her eyes shining with tears. She was so beautiful even in the darkness, and it almost made me forget how things had changed, but the way she was dressed brought that back. I was instantly reminded of whom she was now and that kept my mask of indifference on my face as I continued to stare at her silently while inside I was careening at the sight of her.

"Hello Mrs. Maroni," I said bowing slightly as if she was a queen and in a way she was. I instantly looked into her eyes, her eyes were still so expressive and I knew the second they met mine after addressing her that I had hurt her. Slowly she moved closer her heels clicking against the ground and before I knew it she was so close we could have easily touched.

" Oswald please call me Mary or, do you not still think of me as your Mary because I still think of you as my Oswald," cried Mary giving me a sad smile as she looked up into my eyes. The tears that had been collecting in her eyes slid down her cheeks as she lowered her eyes away from mine looking only at the ground refusing to look me in the eye now.

"Mary," I whispered her words surprised me I had assumed she would have forgotten all about me, but here she was telling me with just those words that she hadn't. Reaching out a slow hand I stroked her cheek for just a second wiping away at the tears I found there before forcing her to look at me. Gently I held her face in my hands and all was silent as we simply stared at each other.

"Oswald," she whispered her voice silently begging me to say something, anything as her tears continued to stain her beautiful face. Looking down at her as she spoke my name after so many years for a second it was as if no time had passed.

"You're still my Mary if I'm still your Oswald," I smiled leaning down to take her hand pulling her close and laying my forehead against hers. She smiled wrapping her arms around my waist and all was silent between us; we didn't need words to tell each other how we felt.

"I will always be yours," exclaimed Mary taking my face in her in her hands as my own arms encircled her slim waist. She moved closer until our lips connected in a soft kiss at first, but as I pulled her closer it deepened. This was not our first kiss, it was our second. We had only ever shared one single kiss years ago when we had parted ways, but it felt nothing like it did then in that moment.

"Oswald," she breathed against my lips her fingers moving swiftly into my hair turning it into disarray in her hands. And as we reunited after so many years I couldn't remember why we had parted in the first place, but I did remember one thing and it was that I still loved her.

Mary's POV…

When I kissed him I was almost afraid he wouldn't return it, but when he did I felt my heart flutter from within my chest. "I still love you Oswald, "I whispered looking into his eyes as our lips parted. Our foreheads touched as we leaned into each other both of our eyes half lidded half smiles on both our faces, but his slowly faded.

"And I still love you Mary, but you're married to Don Maroni now," whispered Oswald stroking my cheek gently before stepping away attempting to leave me standing there. I clutched at his hand as he tried to leave me there and I returned quickly to his side.

"Not by choice Oswald if I had my pick I'd be your wife not his, but you should know that when Salvatore Maroni decides he wants something he gets it. He wanted me and as hard as I fought against marrying him in the end I was fighting a battle I couldn't win so I gave up," I cried looking at him a silent plea in my eyes for him to believe me. I didn't want Salvatore even with all his money I never wanted him I only wanted Oswald, and I hoped my words proved that.

Before I knew it I had wrapped my arms around him and I was crying into his chest feeling as he slowly embraced me in return. "Please believe me Oswald I want you I've always wanted you not him. Please don't leave me again my Oswald," I cried looking up into his eyes; the eyes that always seemed to mystify me. He nodded brushing my tears away for the last time that night.

"I believe you my Mary, but how can this work. Whether willing or, not you are married to Don Maroni," said Oswald and I didn't miss the scorn in his voice when he said his name.

"I know, but he cannot live forever he could die tomorrow for all we know. And you never know Oswald his power could be taken from him then I could leave him and be with you finally," I smiled.

Oswald's POV…

As those words left her mouth and I looked at her in the dim darkness I suddenly had another reason for wanting power of my own. If I could gain such power I could claim her as mine and the thought brought a smile to my lips.

" You know if I had known I'd see you again I never would have quit fighting," whispered Mary her hands once again cupping my face as her words took hold of all my attention and she claimed my heart again like she always had.

"You wouldn't," I breathed pulling her into my arms and leaning down my head against hers. She kissed me then gently and quickly in answer.

"No I figured why fight anymore I knew I wouldn't be happy without you. I couldn't love anyone, but you," she cried and her words filled me with pride. Suddenly I couldn't contain myself I stroked her cheek before kissing her. I attacked her lips silently wondering if her lips would be bruised by the force of it.

"I love you," she breathed before beginning the kiss anew. I smiled against her lips as I deepened the kiss making her moan as I caressed her mouth with mine. "I love you too Mary," I whispered pecking her lips with chaste kisses as the words slipped from my lips making her hold me closer so it was almost like we were one body. Suddenly a throat cleared from behind us and I pulled away. There was a man standing in the shadows a car not far behind him.

"Mrs. Maroni we really must be going your husband will be home soon," said the unknown man. Mary nodded wiping at the last of her remaining tears as she turned in the man's direction.

"Thank you Charlie I'll be along shortly, "said Mary watching as he returned to the car. Taking my face in her hands she kissed me a final time before slowly moving away. Suddenly I pulled her back to me looking into her eyes with determination in my gaze.

"You're mine," I whispered slowly taking her hand in mine and bowing low over it like long ago as I kissed it. As I came back up to look at her a smile grazing my lips our eyes met both of us remembering the first time I did that.

"Always yours," smiled Mary moving to gently kiss my lips before moving back into the darkness. As I walked back to my hiding place that night I was happier then I could ever remember being. The woman that had breezed into my life so long ago, who had walked hand in hand with me beneath an umbrella that first time and many after that, the woman who had just kissed me and professed her love for me in a dark alleyway had returned. She was still mine and I was still hers even after all this time.