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Chapter 2.

Oswald looked at the bed with unease. This was far too close for comfort and he could not help but wonder what Edward was thinking. Maybe it was the wine impairing his judgement, Os certainly felt like it was partially impairing his. As he'd followed Ed his eyes had lingered far too long at his hips, his slim body and how the ugly jumpsuit clinged to his waist and his thighs as he walked. It brought him back to happier days when he'd admired his chief of staff from across the office, admiring not only his intelligence and dedication to his work, but his beautiful form, his long limbs and sharp cheek bones, his dark eyes and wicked smile. Those images had never left the back of Oswald's mind, and now they were being pushed back to the forefront. 

Chapter 4

“Not much we can do about that then,” Os sighed. “we’ll focus on our thing and let someone else handle Gotham’s demise. I’m sure Jim Gordon would love the opportunity to be a hero again.” Oswald was starting to get irritated being locked away for so long. While staying at Ed’s was certainly a step up from being in the clutches of The Court, his only exposure to the outside world was through media, and Ed himself, and the latter was not being very forthcoming. The previous couple of days he’d found Ed to be especially distant. He still hadn’t told him what had happened when Oswald had tried out Ivy’s concoction, not the full extent. The Penguin wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he’d only been instructed to toss his footwear around. As much as Ed liked to believe otherwise, Os knew him better than anyone and could read the nervousness and deception across his face as easily as he could read a book.

Chapter 3.

For someone so intelligent, Oswald was dumfounded at Ed’s naivety. “And what makes you think I want anything other than to never see you again?” He stood up off the bed, arms crossed and fuming. “Forget what I did to you, what about what you did to me? You dug up my deceased father and used him against me. You tortured me mentally and physically. You shot me, you pushed me into the harbour, you destroyed my empire that I built from the ground up. I told you I loved you and…” Os stopped for fear that he may become too emotional if he continued. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, and the last thing he needed in that moment was to show weakness. He took a deep breath and stared down at the man before him. “Even if we find proof that I am right about Isabella, even if you forgive me, how could I ever forgive you?”