Chapter 1: Fall And Rise Of Penguin.
"I loved her Oswald, and you killed her." Bang! Oswald remembered sinking into the cold depths of the river, looking up at the man he loved, betrayed, hurt, destroyed. How could he have believed him? He let Ed into his heart and he crushed it! "I hope you know Oswald, I would do anything for you." Lie. Everything Ed had told him had been a cruel lie. 'I should have killed you. I should have left you alone.' Oswald thought. Oswald finally closed his eyes, letting death take him, however, Gotham never lets the dead stay dead.
When Oswald opened his eyes, he blinked in confusion. 'Where am I?' He thought, looking around. 'Why is this apartment so familiar?' Then he noticed the resident of said apartment. Edward Nygma. "NO! NO! NOT AGAIN! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Oswald shrieked, he scrambled off the bed, wincing in pain as he hit his stomach and desperately crawled away, trying to reach the door, hearing Edward going after him, attempting to put him back in the bed. "Mr. Penguin, you'll tear your stitches!" Ed said. Oswald struggled in his grasp, screaming and crying. "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME! LET ME GO!" Oswald yelled, weakly pushing at his chest. Edward tried to hold him down, looking at him in confusion. "I haven't tried to kill you, I assure you. Please let me help you." He said. Oswald shook his head violently, eyes wide and slowly he struggled until he lost consciousness.
Edward sighed and picked Oswald up, wondering what had just happened. 'Kill him? Why would he think that? I could never do that!' Ed thought as he placed the passed out Penguin in bed. That's when he noticed blood beginning to stain his shirt. Curious, he peeled the shirt up and gasped when he saw the bullet wound in Oswald's stomach. 'Oh dear. How did that happen?' Edward quickly grabbed his first aid kit from the bathroom and went to work on fixing the wound in Oswald's stomach. 'I didn't do this. Did I? How?' All sorts of questions ran through Ed's mind as he stitched him up.
Soon, Oswald woke up again and as soon as he tried to get up and run away, Edward gently pushed him back down. "You're not going anywhere Mr. Penguin." Ed said sternly. Oswald glared at him. "I will scream, do you hear me? You tried to kill me, you'll be put back in Arkham!" Oswald cried, hurt and fear in his voice. Edward looked at him, confused. "Mr. Penguin, you were shot evading Galavan. I don't know how you got shot in the stomach too, but I fixed you up. I'm not trying to kill you." Edward spoke calmly. Oswald looked at him, then looked down thinking to himself. "W...what is the date?" Oswald asked nervously. Edward looked at him, and at the calendar. "It's December twelfth. Why?" Edward replied. Oswald looked at him in shock, cold realization washing over him. 'I went back in time? But how? I have another chance.' Oswald almost smiled at the thought of being with Ed for real but did he even want to? He felt his heart pounding as he looked at Ed, his feelings for him didn't die in the river as much as he willed them to. 'But he still loves her. He'll never love me. I have to get away from him. Or I'll just hurt him again.' Oswald sighed. "I...I have to go...Ed...I can't stay..." he said softly, his heart already breaking. Edward sat on the bed beside him, concern on his face. "Mr. Penguin that wouldn't be wise. Please stay." he tried to touch him, only for Oswald to flinch and look away.
Edward sighed and put his hand down. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Edward said. Oswald's response was to curl up on his side, crying and shaking, turned away from him. "I want to be left alone. Please." Oswald whispered, his voice cracking as he shut himself down. Edward slowly stood up, sighing and biting his lip. 'What happened to him? What can I do?' Edward backed away, deciding to let his Penguin rest. 'Why would he think this way? I don't want to hurt him. I...I like him...how can I prove it?' Edward sighed as he plopped himself on the couch. He had alot to do.
TBC...I hope you like this! :)