Oswald kept you tucked up against his side, under his umbrella and out of the weather and away from the flicker and shudder of camera lights. The Gotham city gazette hadn’t been able to crawl out of his ass since Oswald announced his bid for mayor. Local tabloids scrambling every time you two were spotted together. He couldn’t take you anywhere without it making headlines somewhere.

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His jaw set and his teeth began to grind with the effort it took to maintain his composure. Oswald’s hand tightened around your hip, tighter and tighter at every next cameras shudder. He couldn’t step outside without a photo op following. He kept that fake smile on his face, for the cameras, his hand slipping to the lower portion of your back, guiding you into the car before him.

SLAM

As soon as the door shut, Oswald’s face fell into a distasteful scowl.

“Fuckin’ newspaper schmucks.” He mumbled, shoving his umbrella into the backseat. “Ain’t no shame in a goddamn one of ‘em. . .”

The car roared to life as it’s keys were slid into the ignition.