It all began innocently enough…Edward Nygma was busy doing his forensic work and minding his own business. He loved his job despite the hateful or annoyed glares his coworkers gave him, after all, he had grown used to it.

Part of him though wished that he had more friends who respected his intelligence, but he felt fine on his own. What a shame that not many people enjoyed riddles as much as he did…who didn't love a good mystery?

Edward took his folders and decided to store them in one of the cabinets before he accidently bumped into someone.

"Sorry!" He apologized.

His heart stopped upon seeing who it was: Kristen Kringle, his long-time crush. Everyone at the GCPD was aware of how much he liked her to the point where everyone teased him about it. She was the only person who was nice to him anyways, what else was there not to like?

"No, it's fine, Ed." She reassured him.

"Um…I have a heart that never beats, I have a home, but I never sleep. I can take a man's house and build another's. And I love to play games with my many brothers. I am a king among fools. Who am I?" Edward asked nervously, blushing.

"Again with the riddles?" Kristen groaned in annoyance.

Damnit, Nygma! You ruined the moment! Edward thought in disappointment.

"The answer is a King of Hearts in a deck of cards." He told her as he wiped sweat off his forehead.

"Yeah, that's nice…" Kristen muttered, walking off from him.

"Wait!" Edward called out while blocking her path.

"What now, Ed?" She sighed in annoyance.

Something overcame him, he wasn't sure what, but he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into an embrace.

"Be my girlfriend…" He whispered seductively.

Kristen's eyes widened in shock, this was nothing like the socially awkward forensic scientist everyone at the police station knew. She thought that the poem was a nice gesture from him, but she only saw him as a friend, nothing else.

What happened next caught her completely off guard: he grabbed her hand and dragged her into the forensics room, locking the door behind them.

Oh god, what's gone into him? She thought in worry.

"Don't be scared, there's no one really watching us." Edward reassured her, noticing the fear in her eyes. "Did you know that a coyote can hear a mouse under a foot of snow? Talk about fascinating!"

Kristen sighed in relief, seeing that he was back to his normal self. On the other hand, the scientist was unaware of how he was acting towards his crush earlier. To him, this was just an ordinary interaction on a normal day at work.

"Ed, why did you lock us in the forensics room?" She asked him.

"I did? Huh, weird…" Edward answered with a confused expression.

"You honestly caught me by surprise when you grabbed me. It was like you became a completely different person."

"A different person? Come on, Miss Kringle! It's just boring, old me."

"Seriously, you're acting a bit strange. Stranger than usual." Kristen commented.

Edward took a deep breath and pushed his glasses up, keeping his annoyance in check. Typical, every time they're together, she finds him weird and ignores him.

Overcome by that odd feeling once again, he kissed her passionately. Kristen gasped, her heart jumping into her throat. He was acting weird again, but she didn't expect this.

Finally…He thought.

Kristen was finally his, no one else could have her, but him. He loved every moment they crossed paths, how smart she was, and most importantly, how she was kind to him when no one else was.

Nothing mattered, not Bullock's sarcastic comments or the other cops laughing at him for his crush, all that mattered was that they were together.

"Slow down." She told him while pulling away from him.

Edward gave her a confused look as he asked, "Why?"

"I just…can't do this." Kristen answered, shaking her head.

"But I love you…" Edward said, his voice barely audible.

"Ed, I'm sorry." Kristen apologized while noticing the disappointment in his face and her expression changed. "Why would I go out like someone like you?"

He didn't know how to react; he knew that a riddle or a fun fact could save him from this pain now. Edward's expression darkened as he moved away from her and towards his equipment, his hand settling on a scalpel.

"Why?" He grumbled.

"Ed, what are you doing? Put the scalpel down, you're going to get yourself fired!" Kristen commanded in fear.

Her protests weren't enough to make him stop, his heart was broken enough as it was. The scalpel was clutched tightly in his hand as his body shook furiously in anger.

He stood there, shaking with the scalpel pointed outward. Kristen had no idea what was wrong with him and ran towards him, only to walk into the sharp object. Edward shoved her onto the examination table and went into a stabbing frenzy.

The sounds of the scalpel slicing into her flesh were deafening. With every stab, his face twisted into a maniacal smile as if he were enjoying killing the woman he thought was his soulmate. She had broken his heart, rejected him, that was why she absolutely had to die.

Once he was finished, Edward gasped and dropped the scalpel upon seeing what he had done: his clothes were covered in blood, Kristen's blood. His love interest's body was lying on the examination table with stab wounds all over, her lifeless face staring right at him.

"Oh no…what have I done?" Edward muttered to himself. "Kristen…I'm so sorry…I-I didn't mean to…"

Tears rushed down his face as he tried to think about what to do. This was his first kill; what was he to do? Only one thing popped into his head: hide the body.

Edward stumbled to the sink and immediately began washing his hands and cleaning the scalpel. He wiped some sweat off his forehead as he watched the blood rush down the drain.

His clothes were still bloody, but he didn't have time to clean it. Now, it was time to hide the body. He picked up Kristen's body and immediately sealed her inside of an empty body bag before slinging it over his shoulder. Before he left, he unlocked the door to the forensic room as if he was never there.

Edward made a run for the emergency exit with Kristen's body bag in tow and stepped into the unforgiving streets of Gotham City. All that was on his mind was hiding the body, but he thought about what his fate could be if anyone in the GCPD found out: he could be sent to Arkham Asylum or worse.

I'm not crazy! I didn't mean for it to happen…oh, please forgive me, Miss Kringle! He thought.

In a panic, Edward ran as far as he could from the police station, knowing that as far as he was concerned, his job in forensics was officially over.

He pushed past various civilians who yelled at him to watch where he was going, but he couldn't care less; all that mattered was getting away with the murder.

Edward stumbled into a familiar looking building: Fish Mooney's old lounge. The only differences were the décor and that the crime boss was missing.

And there was when he crossed paths with HIM again: The Penguin, Oswald Cobblepot…