The final chapter of my Nygmobblepot story (I finally managed to finish a multichapter story for the first time in...ten? fifteen years of fanfic writing? lol) 

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“Hey, I knew the free drinks would bring you in” Penguin chimed as he sidled up to Jim Gordon at the bar, a cocky smirk on his lips as he spotted Bullock too, the man already several whiskies and beers in to the celebration. “You look like you’ve needed it” he teased slightly but it wasn’t untrue.

Simultaneously they both groaned “hard day” before Jim downed what bourbon was left in his glass and asking for another.

“Should I ask?” Oswald chuckled, it was rare to have Jim a little more relaxed around him, but he had kept overall crime rates low and was willing to help out from time to time against the more insane and dangerous to the city.

Jim sighed and grumbled “after I asked you to talk to Nygma, some of the items 'miraculously' appeared…”

“What a coincidence” Oswald played dumb but didn’t pretend for one moment it was sincere, the pair of glares his way adding to it “that’s a good thing, isn't it?”

Bullock pulled his head up away from his drinks enough to say “…there was a scavenger hunt.”

“Oh” was Oswald’s response, struggling not to laugh “well all the more reason to enjoy the drinks” he shrugged.

He watched as both cops grimaced and he thought for a moment it was directed at him, that was until Barbara appeared, her hand teasingly over Jim’s arm which was quick shrugged off and she chimed to Oswald “cops get free drinks, but I don’t? You’re gonna get a reputation talking to the law like this.”

Oswald regarded her for a moment, she had dressed up in sexy designer wear, of course, and he decided to have some fun “they do a service to this great city” he said and all three stared at him like he had lost it, before adding “…I’m not sure what it is that they do...but it’s something” he teased and Barbara despite herself burst out laughing.

Nygma Dresses; 13

to inform you all that Edward, Meet Edward has 1000 hits on AO3!!!!

I’m honestly honored that you all enjoyed it so much and I want to give back! (Though I’m not sure what you would be interested in, so lemme know!)

New bonus chapter of my Nygmobblepot story What Can Fly Without Wings. 

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Just as he finished his replies a new message came in and Oswald instantly smiled. A text from Jim.

Their relationship was rather interesting since saving Gotham together, the charity and supporting Gotham getting back on it’s feet helped. Oh, Jim was well aware of Oswald’s continuing business in the underworld and Oswald of Jim’s new and more powerful position with the police, but they’d struck a kind of balance. An understanding of ‘realms’, Jim was to protect the people, the innocent’s of Gotham, those in need and for justice, and Oswald was to manage the dark side of Gotham, the undercurrents that made Gotham what it is, and for all it’s criminality it brought a kind of order.

The message Oswald read was simple but direct, ’Don’t abuse too much power when you’re mayor.’

The smile couldn’t be helped, the text was deceptively friendly and perhaps and kind of ‘please’ to it. Texting back he typed ‘Of course not, old friend. Just keep in mind that ‘too much’ is subjective.’ with a mischievous grin.

Once it was sent and the device pocketed Oswald found himself being watched, Ed clearly amused and the kingpin asked “what?”

It was Martin who silently laughed and signed to his father ‘you’re smiling like Esther when she looks at things she can take apart.’

Ed only smiled wider and agreed “it’s the exact same grin” and Oswald thought to qualify it somehow but decided against it.

“Maybe there’s good reason” he replied smugly, no further explanation needed.

Another bonus chapter to nygmobblepot story ‘What Can Fly Without Wings?’, expect looks at their wedding night (mature, duh), mentions of Sofia (past tense), Oswald’s revenge on Tabitha, and ‘I’m gonna fix you, Ed’.

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“You want to talk about it?” Ed asked.

Oswald opened his mouth as though to speak before biting his bottom lip, not rightly able to settle on how to feel “today was a…it was a complicated day” he managed.

He then shuffled forward to reach for the decanter on the coffee table and took out two glasses from the drinking case there, pouring himself one and offering to Ed as well. Whisky wasn't Ed’s favourite but he decided to drink in solidarity this time and accepted it. Oswald was quick to down his while Ed took only a small sip and watched his lover carefully before joining him on the couch.

“Oswald? what happened?” Ed asked “did Professor Strange try anything or-“

“No” came the flat answer, “it’s not about that.”

“Then what?”

Oswald poured himself another glass, clearly tired by the day just had, and raised it “to Butch.”

Ed hadn’t expected Oswald to say that but it wasn’t out of the blue, “you cured him?” Ed asked as the glasses clinked.

“I killed him” came the simple and shocking reply.

Dumbfounded, Edward froze for a moment trying to let that sink in, Oswald hadn't mentioned a thing about that as a plan and Ed wondered for a moment if it was by accident. “Did the remedy not work on him?”

“Oh no, it worked, Butch got back to normal…he looked so happy” Oswald said, a mock cheeriness to his voice before a small sigh adding “…and I shot him” leaning back on the couch and continuing his drinking.

Thoroughly perplexed, Ed put down his glass and sat surprised for several moments, that was until Oswald finished his second and went to pour a third glass.

Watching Oswald drink away whatever happened earlier to make him do that, Ed felt compelled to ask “why did you shoot him? you clearly didn’t want to. Did he attack you?”

“Nope” Oswald said and continued drinking “I got him back to his regular self, Tabitha Galavan had the love of her life back for a few wonderful moments…I’m sure she felt so relieved…and hopeful” Oswald mused, certain of every word “and I got to take it away…” and he downed that drink too.

As Oswald went to pour a fourth, he found Ed’s hand on his arm and hearing “Oswald, you might want to slow down.”

Oswald didn’t glare but he did pause until Ed removed his hand and continued anyway, pouring his drink and he swirled it around in his glass a little, at least he sipped this one a little slower, Ed thought.

“Revenge for you mother, I presume?” Ed mused by Oswald’s last statement, it wasn’t hard to figure that much out.

“Yup” Oswald said casually, “well, half way.”

“What’s left?”

“Her death, that needs to come later…let this…loss…sit with her for a while” Oswald answered, barely finishing his words before taking another sip.

“I see” Ed said.

No judgement in his voice, it made sense, it really did. It wasn’t too out of character for Oswald, it was a clean, apt revenge given Tabitha’s actions, but as Ed watched Oswald sit sulking rather than claiming a happy victory the act appeared costly.

Part one of a bonus, set just over a year after chapters 1-19 of Nygmobblepot fanfic - What Can Fly Without Wings?

Sneak Peak: Handing Martin his ice cream, Ed suppressed the laugh as the boy struggled to eat his treat given he never took a shy portion and his new glasses were likely to get some sticky ice cream on the lenses. “We’ll work on that, for now I think you can take them off” Ed said, plucking the new glasses from the boy’s face and pocketing them.

Martin nodded with smile, taking a lick of his ice cream with syrup and sprinkles like the special boy he is, before signing “thank you” and after another lick asking “home now?”

“Uh, actually, I thought we could have a little talk” Ed said as he gestured to a sitting area near the ice cream parlour and he offered a friendly smile.

Curious but without issue Martin nodded and the pair went to sit and eat their ice cream, Ed’s cone with a humble chocolate mint that he consumed more elegantly than the child but that was understandable. Yet despite the calm and wholesome atmosphere, Ed found himself slightly nervous as he faced the child with the topic at hand.

Martin spared a moment from his treat to sign “are you okay?” noting Ed’s odd behaviour.

Nodding, Ed answered “yes, I just wanted to talk to you.” With a small gulp, Ed mulled over how to introduce his idea and built the courage to start “I was thinking, at the party tonight, that…I might ask your daddy something very important…and I wanted to make sure you're alright with it?”

Martin, cleverly and even as casual as they were, did not agree to any deal without knowing the terms. “What if I'm not okay with it?” he signed.

“Then I’d talk with you to try to fix that,” Ed replied calmly, though his heart was beating a tad faster “if you are totally against it I can wait, you're Oswald’s family now, and this thing I want to ask, it doesn't change much of mine and Oswald relationship in how it works, it would just be…more official.”

Martin considered Ed’s words but no alarm bells immediately came to mind and the child shrugged “what is it?”

Here we go, Ed thought, he tried to tell himself Martin was just a child and he had nothing to worry about...but that just wasn’t true. Martin was Oswald’s child. A clever and very attached son to the man Ed loved more than anything or anyone in the whole world - the boy’s approval was not something to be taken lightly. But Martin was his own person and deserved to make an informed decision, so Ed did what was right and just opened up.