Hey, I'm not sure what 'good' is, and I'm waiting for more reviews on 'Cat Boy Slave'. Still, this is made for a FB challenge. Some of this'll be Penguiddler and some'll be Nygmobblepot. I don't own either. This chapter takes place when Oswald was elected Mayor of Gotham.
"Ed? Ed!" Oswald searches frantically around the van Dahl mansion. "Where the hell are you?"
This is answered with a large crash down the hall. Oswald hobbles over, but it increases when he hears a painful, unmistakable hiss. When he rounds the corner, he finds Edward Nygma crumpled beneath a fallen stacked shelf and dozens of books.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"I was looking for something."
Oswald sighs, moving to lift the shelf. "Where are your glasses?"
"What has five"
"Ed." Oswald cuts his friend off before he begins. "No riddles. The mayor can't afford to run late. Where are your glasses? We need to go."
Ed rises from the book pile, dusting himself off and looking sheepishly. "I lost them."
Oswald scoffs. He slips his hand into Ed's and tugs him out of the room. "We have places to go today. You are going to hold my hand, so you don't run into any poles or walls. And you are not going to complain. We can look for the glasses on the weekend. Clear?"
Ed glances between Oswald's figure pulling him out of the house, and he feels the older man squeeze his hand. Ed doesn't pull away. Instead, he squeezes back and trusts his friend to lead him from harm.
This is different from the stories I normally write, but I hope someone likes it. :/
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