Chapter 1 - Gobblepot – close encounter of the Jimwald kind.

Jim grabbed Oswald roughly and slammed him against the wall. He had Oswald in a tight hold around his chin, forcing his lips apart.

"Tell me, Oswald! Or so help me God, I'll…"

Oswald panted, his eyes at first wide with alarm, but then in an instant they were flashing with defiance. Jim instinctively loosened his grip, then took his hand away.

"Or you'll WHAT, Jim?!" Oswald stared up at Jim's angry eyes with a triumphant smile.

Jim flinched, looking bewildered for a moment. Then he moved back a couple of paces.

"Never mind," he sighed.

Oswald stepped up closer again and gave Jim his smug, feline grin. His eyes sparkled with victory.

"You know you couldn't hurt me, Jim. We both know it!"

"Don't push it Oswald!" Jim looked down at Oswald with a warning glint in his eyes.

"I still say we would be good together – you and I."

"Be quiet! Or do you want me to rough you up a little more?"

Oswald smiled suggestively. "Ooh, Jim. Really!"

"I always knew you had masochistic tendencies." Jim couldn't help starting a smile, which he immediately repressed.

Oswald saw this. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Well – you should know!" He smiled meaningfully, tilting his head to one side.

Jim came up closer again. He glanced over the little guy fleetingly and curiously. "Oswald, I never can quite figure you out."

"I'm an enigma – I know!" Oswald shrugged, grinning impishly.

"You are a strange one – there's no doubt about that!"

Oswald changed his expression. He became softer, more conspiratorial, gazing up at Jim with hazy, soft blue eyes.

"You are a little mysterious yourself, Jim Gordon. I never quite know what you are thinking!"

"Well – that's something then I suppose." Jim turned to go away.

"Jim! Don't go!" Oswald's tone had changed to one of urgency.

"What now?" Jim turned back impatiently.

"Jim – I want to know…"

"You want to know? What about what I want to know?"

"All right, all right – I will tell you what you wanted to know. I just need you to tell me something first."

"What? No, Oswald – I asked you first, so you tell me first…"

Oswald rolled his eyes and smiled stiffly. "What, this again? Does it really matter in what order we give favours?"

Jim stifled a chuckle again. He just couldn't help feeling amused sometimes! Oswald did have his own unique brand of humour. He had always known that.

"Well, I guess not," he conceded magnanimously. "What is it that you want to know, then?"

Oswald straightened himself and stretched himself up to be as tall as he could manage. He took a deep breath. Then he stared up at Jim with intensity.

"What do I mean to you, exactly, Jim?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Oswald – not this again!" It was Jim's turn to roll his eyes and act exasperated.

"Come on, Jim. How long have we known one another? And yet still, you deny it."

"Deny what?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No – enlighten me!"

"Right. Fine. Have it your way!" Oswald smiled his tight little smile of forced patience. He folded his arms. "You're not getting anything out of me now!"

"You stubborn, childish little man!" Jim growled. He advanced on Oswald again. He took hold of him forcefully by the shoulders.

"There's only one way you will get anything out of me – and you know what that is!" Oswald snapped tetchily.

The tone of his voice was angry, but his striking blue eyes gave a different message entirely.

And then it happened. Jim wasn't sure why - it could have been the stressful nature of the situation – or it could just have been that he was desperate to get that information out of Oswald and had realised the only way to do it.

He slipped his hands around Oswald's neck. He saw the startled look in his little friend's eyes. Then he swept down and pressed his lips against Oswald's mouth.

He kept his eyes open to watch the reaction on Oswald's face.

Oswald's eyes opened so wide it would seem that they were about to pop out of his head. Jim's lips felt a small gasp come from Oswald's mouth as he made contact.

Oswald's arms flailed for a second, then they quickly wrapped themselves around Jim's back.

Then Oswald's eyes closed tightly. Jim cradled his head, stroking the soft little tufts of his raven black hair and taking in the sight of his long, thick jet black lashes. He closed his own eyes with a sigh of surrender and continued to kiss him.

Jim had meant just to shock Oswald but he hadn't realised how much he would actually enjoy this kiss. So he kept on going, and Oswald didn't show any signs of wanting to stop either! Oswald's arms stroked Jim's back and then embraced him tightly as they kissed.

Jim knew now that he had always secretly desired this, although he had tried in vain to tell himself otherwise.

Oswald's sweet little mouth had always teased him whether he was being petulant or beneficent. The little man had always seemed to be flirting with him subtly, glancing over him and smiling that suggestive little smile whenever they met, but he had tried to ignore it – and put away the thought that maybe, just maybe, he secretly quite enjoyed it.

Dangerous Oswald. Psychotic Oswald. Treacherous Oswald! He could hardly believe that this was happening between them!

But he just couldn't resist his urges any longer. His dark side was winning at last – and he really didn't care!

Oswald's soft little mouth felt and tasted so good! And his hair was silky and smelt so fragrant…..

Jim really couldn't get enough of this bad, beautiful boy.