Nygma Part 1

"Hush." His voice was sharp and completely caught me off guard.

"I don't know about this…" I whispered weakly looking down the alley behind us.

It was late at night, I glanced up to the sky but it was covered with dark clouds. Some stars poked through the cover to shine down their little amount of light. The moon was nowhere in sight, and the streetlamp by the main street flickered.

Gotham was creepy at night, I was standing outside of an old abandoned warehouse it seemed. Nothing out of the ordinary from the outside, but who knows what would be inside. I watched the figure before me crouched over unlocking the lock. It seemed that the man had been here before. I shuddered slightly from the chilly air hugging my lab coat tighter against me.

"What, what do you not know about?" he asked again looking back at me, his nose crooked and eyes cold.

"Being here, I could lose my job Oswald." I murmured again. "If Gordon, Harvey or anyone knew…"

He rolled his eyes and shuffled towards me away from the door, the door swung open, successfully unlocked.

"Let's go Neg." he grunted shoving me towards the door as if he was concerned I would run off.

Though I wouldn't run off, I was invited here, to do what I was good at. No one else seemed to notice nor care about how much I helped them. Specifically everyone who worked in Gotham City Police Department. The only one who ever thanked me was the chief or Gordon. He seemed to appreciate my work.

Penguin Part 1

"Neg," I sneered as I gestured toward the door with a hand holding the door open like any great gentleman would do,"After you..."

He stood firm not moving a step towards the door. I could tell that I was going to have to use a bit of force with this one. He has a mind of his own, but I can get anyone obey in time. I just need to find this man's specific vice. Once I knew that he'd be mine; loyal and obedient to serve me.

I grabbed him by the scruff of his white lab coat and guided him to the door but stopped at the threshold upon noticing the outfit he chose to meet me in.

"Neg, I told you, that this was a secret underground job. Why on earth did you wear your GCPD work clothes? Thank God, they make you turn in your badge before leaving the precinct!" I muttered out in a loud whisper using my free hand rub between my eyes to stifle the slight rage beginning to boil up inside of me

I studied his attire once more to see how I could alter it so neither one of us would be incriminated after this job. He was dressed very formally considering he was a forensic scientist for Gotham's police department. His upper body was wrapped in a tailored green suit jacket with a white button up shirt and a patterned necktie. For the lower half he just wore light brown dress pants with brown dress shoes. All in all very put together and not too suspicious, but the LAB COAT! Something has got to be done about that before going any further!

I released my hold slightly on the scruff of his lab coat and pulled off his lab coat in one smooth movement. "Neg, I'm sorry but this" I shook his lab coat in front of his face,"is not proper attire for the party we are about to be attending."

Nygma Part 2

I watched him pull away the coat and blinked just standing there; I suddenly felt naked with out it. Really the only times I ever removed that coat was when I was at home. If I wasn't at home, I was at work. I never really went anywhere else. Nothing else interested me, except Oswald's offer of this job.

I swallowed fixing the collar of my shirt that Oswald's grasp had ruined. I pushed my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.

"Sorry," I murmured.

A riddle came across my mind but I kept my mouth shut, the man didn't seem to like my riddles. Well neither did Bullock or Gordon at work, but at least I wasn't absolutely terrified of either of them. There was something about the man who was quite shorter than me, a darkness that made me quake.

I remembered the first time I met him, trailing in behind Gordon into the precinct asking the detective questions in a rapid manner. He had intrigued me when our eyes met across the floor. I did not know who he was, why was he so keen on getting Gordon's attention? Now Oswald Cobblepot was coming to me for favors…

"Take that Gordon!"

I looked back towards the door, it was even darker inside. I really hope I wasn't about to walk into a hail of gunfire. I swallowed and took one step in.

Penguin Part 2

I watched as the man took his first step inside the door. "He looks like a little kid testing the temperature of the bath water he is about to enter." As this thought crossed my mind, a smile slow spread across my face. I held back a chuckle, because that would just be too cruel to a person who is lending his services to me.

I followed behind him. As we entered lit room, I turned to look at the man. I saw his adam's apple bob up and down a few times; a sign of nervous swallowing. As horrible of a person this made me, I could not hold in my laughter anymore. I was laughing so hard that I was bent over laughing.

"Um Oswald, what may I ask you is so funny?" the glasses-clad man turned to me and asked upon hearing my laughter.

I stood up straight and composed myself. 'Neg, Neg, my dear friend, loosen up. I'd let you know if we were walking in to a gunfight." I clapped him on the back and limped along ahead of him in the room still with a small smile still lit up my face.

I felt that I wasn't being followed, so I looked back over my shoulder at the green suit jacketed man smile turned down in to a frown now. "Neg, follow me. I already told you that there is nothing to fear, dear friend."

Nygma Part 3

I blinked and let out a sigh and followed the man. I made sure to stay behind him, so I shortened the length of my strides otherwise I would pass him up.

I straightened my shirt with my sweaty palms looking around as we walked through the deserted building. I was sure this was going to be another routine autopsy. It was the third one I had been invited to perform.

Indeed I was being very cautious here, this was not the GCPD building. One wrong move and I would be the next victim to come out of this silly feud over Gotham. This was the affairs of the higher ups I was nothing but a peon on the lower level, doing the hard work, getting my hands dirty.

Sometimes this thought annoyed me greatly, how unimportant I was to everyone. It was always "How did he die Nygma? Shut up with your dumb riddles Nygma. No one has time for your antics."

My work however helped me to block out all the other feelings, the thoughts, I loved my work than life itself. I loved riddles, and solving them was the best part.

Sneaking out, doing work for a villain of Gotham? Now that was exciting! Working behind Detective Gordon's back? Not the greatest feeling in the world, I happened to have a bit of a wee crush on the man. He was handsome, quiet, brooding, and knew how to be in control of a situation.

"What are we doing this evening?" I asked Cobblepot as we walked.

I studied the man's form as he walked in front of me, the way he limped and then shuffled. Part of me wondered why he walked that way, an early injury perhaps?

Penguin Part 3

"Neg, we both have a friend in need who will need your medical expertise. Come along. I wouldn't want you to get lost in this maze of a building."

I walked down a long hallway and then turned left at the first one I could and then a right and another left. I turned around to see that the bespeckled man was no where to be found. I retraced my steps and found him just where I left him.

"Was I walking too fast for you?" I asked with an edge of sarcasm in my voice.

"No, Mr. Cobblepot. Your black suit just blended into the hallway." he replied looking down at the floor with an ashamed expression on his face.

I placed one finger underneath his chin and brought his face back up to eye level. "Neg, look at me. I have told you that tonight's job is different than the previous one's. There will no guns inside this building that are not my own. I purposely made this building a maze, so if we did happen to be followed, the pursuer would get hopelessly lost." I paused to catch my breath as I was just getting started with my speech.

I continued after inhaling a deep breath," You have nothing to fear, dear friend. Yes, today's is has an edge of danger to it, but it also has a purpose. I believe Gotham's salvation rests with what we will do tonight."

Nygma Part 4

"Purpose? Gotham's salvation?" This was beginning to intrigue me. His speech put me at ease, sometimes he caught me off guard with his sudden gentleness. Sometimes it was a roller coaster with this man as well, that I have learned in the few times we have spent long nights with one another working.

Now back to what he said before. "A friend of ours?" Who did I and the Penguin of Gotham share as a friend? Only one person came to mind but I would find out soon enough.

"Let's go then," I nodded lifting my chin up off his finger and adjusting my glasses again.

Penguin Part 4

Since I already have proved that he couldn't follow me in the this maze. I held out my hand.

"Um Oswald what is that for?" he asked me pointing that the hand I was offering. HIs glasses slid halfway down his nose as he looked down at me.

I sighed stifling down the a bubbling of rage that began in the pit of my stomach."I am asking you to grab it, dumb-dumb. I just finished telling you that anyone other than me or following closely behind me will get lost in the neverending hallways. Take hold of my hand so that we can get on with our evening."

He pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and reluctantly took my hand. We walked down the hallway for a ways, turned left, then right, and then another left. We entered a larger open room with a makeshift clean room set up in the middle of it. I pulled back the curtain of the clean room revealing a sedated man with labored breathing laying on a dining room table. On another side table the sedated man's effects lay: a police issued pistol, a cell phone, and a police badge that read Det. James Gordon.