Hired by Oswald for the glorious sway of your hips, it was only a matter of time until you went from exotic dancer at The Iceberg Lounge, to his precious wife. To him, a city burnt down by you, was a city that the world never needed.

Together, you have celebrated every milestone; first dates, your first time, the day he slipped a diamond ring onto your finger, and, finally, your wedding.

Local tabloids thrived on the false narrative that Oswald was your “Sugar Daddy,” or, more fancifully, your “Provider.” And as a result, you were branded “Daddy’s girl!” on the front page of every newspaper in Gotham. The accusation being closer to the truth than they knew.

Now, tonight was like any other, Oswald was out managing his business, negotiating with Sofia Gigante, trying to broker a fragile truce between rival factions on the brink of war, while you were at home in the penthouse, poring over the latest financial reports and carefully crunching numbers, just as he asked.