Meanwhile…

Gordon and Bullock arrived at Edward's apartment in hopes of finding more evidence to what led their old coworker to kill Kristen.

The two walked in and began their search by first starting with Gordon checking the kitchen and Bullock examining the office: the entire apartment appeared to be well organized with everything in its rightful place along with different things labeled.

A few minutes later, Gordon approached Bullock and told him, "The kitchen didn't have anything remotely suspicious. Any luck here?"

"No skeletons in the shelves, just a bunch of books." Bullock pointed out. "We'll check out the bedroom together."

Gordon nodded and the duo went to the bedroom to investigate, noticing the same clean setup as everywhere else in the apartment. They began sorting through the drawers and every single spot where something suspicious could be kept until he went into the closet.

"Harvey, you have to see this! There's so many boxes in here and they look identical to the one we found the poetry in!" The detective exclaimed while gesturing his partner to check it out.

"Whoa, really?!" Bullock gasped in surprise as he ran towards the closet.

Gordon began taking the boxes out one by one in hopes of finding any evidence, but froze in shock upon seeing what all the boxes had been obscuring.

"Do you see this, Harvey?"

"What the hell is this?"

The two detectives had discovered a shrine of some sort in the closet: there were pictures of Penguin everywhere as well as newspaper clippings that read 'Businessman Oswald Cobblepot opens nightclub' and 'Fish Mooney killed by Oswald Cobblepot during gang war', even a few pieces of paper scattered around with some writing on it.

Bullock grabbed one of the papers and began to read it, noticing that it was once again some poetry while Gordon looked through the shrine for any more clues.

The poem on the paper read:

'How cruel he is,

but he's lovely.

As I watched him leave,

I could feel the electricity fill the air

And I want to have him.'

"Okay then…bit weird. It's still well written though." Bullock shrugged as he put the paper back down.

Gordon pulled out a vial that had some black hair in it which had a label stuck on that read 'Hair' and underneath it was a note that had 'Soft' written beneath the label.

"Creepy much?" He asked himself before finding a familiar envelope.

His eyes widened in surprise, he hadn't seen this since Penguin gave him the invitation to his night club opening, which Bullock later used to try to investigate the place and attempt to expose Penguin.

The black envelope had a label on it similar to the hair sample that read 'Nightclub Invitation' with a note attached reading 'So many fingerprints of his on it'.

"Who collects trash like this?" Bullock scoffed in disapproval.

"Edward Nygma, apparently. I knew he was quirky, but this is just insane…" Gordon pointed out.

The two then proceeded with their investigation of the shrine, shocked that their coworker had an unhealthy obsession with the biggest thorn in their sides…


Back at Penguin's Headquarters…

Edward was in the kitchen preparing some hot chocolate for him and Penguin, excited to show his idol the wonders of his favorite drink. After he added whipped cream and marshmallows to his, he got distracted once he heard the sounds of a piano playing.

The scientist saw Penguin sitting in front of the piano and playing 'Moonlight Sonata'. He watched the criminal not even break a sweat while gently pressing on the ivory keys and being unaware that he was being spied on by his friend.

Edward snuck in with the two cups of hot chocolate and placed them down on the table near his and Penguin's seats before approaching him and clearing his throat to get his attention.

Upon hearing this, Penguin stopped playing and looked over at him while scratching the back of his head nervously.

"I didn't hear you come in…" He commented as he stood up and limped towards him.

"I've never heard someone play that well." Edward smiled at him before gesturing him to take a seat. "I made hot chocolate, want some?"

Penguin shrugged and took his seat while watching his friend sit down next to him. He stared at the hot chocolate that sat before him and grabbed the cup.

"I didn't add any marshmallows or whipped cream because I didn't think you would like them."

"That's fine, I don't like marshmallows or whipped cream in my hot chocolate anyways."

"Oh really? Did you know that chocolate is commonly associated with creating hormones, mainly feelings of love?" Edward asked him, not keeping the smile off his face.

Penguin shook his head upon seeing that ridiculous grin of his, drinking his hot chocolate. He still felt shaken up about how he could see his mom in him. It had to be a coincidence, could it?

"You know, since we met again under…unfortunate circumstances, Mr. Nygma, I was thinking that you and I should get to know each other a little better." He suggested.

Edward's eyes widened: he wanted to know more about him? What was he going to say or start off with? Interests? The past?

"First, feel free to just call me Edward. And second, that sounds great! I'll go first! My favorite color is green! What about yours?"

"My mother's favorite color was green…oh, and my favorite color is either light blue, black, or light violet."

"Cool! I got expelled from school once!" Edward grinned while drinking his hot chocolate.

"You sound oddly happy about that. What happened?" Penguin questioned with a confused expression.

"I may or may not had 'accidently' blew up the chemistry lab. Boy, did the principal have a field day with expelling me!"

"Alright then? My favorite food is peanut butter sandwiches. My mother used to make them for me before she…you know."

"That's unfortunate." Edward commented. "I don't really have a favorite food preference. I really enjoy cooking though."

"Playing piano relaxes me. I don't know why, but the music feels nice to listen to. One thing I'd like to mention that's irrelevant to this is that I'm an only child." Penguin told him as he kept drinking his hot chocolate.

"I love writing poetry. I even wrote two poems about you that I left in my apartment."

"That's fascinating and all, but what was your childhood like?"

Edward hesitated at this and suggested nervously, "How about you go first? I hear a lot about your mom, but never about your dad. What was he like?"

"Funny story about my father…he abused me when I was a kid. Ever wondered why I'm always limping and 'walking like a penguin'? You can thank him for that. He permanently damaged my leg as a way to 'not make me misbehave anymore'. My father then became my first kill, mother had no clue that he was gone permanently, and the rest was history…" Penguin explained bitterly, his expression growing dark.

"Oh…Mr. Penguin, I'm so sorry about that."

"Please, just call me either Penguin or Oswald. Feel free to tell me your story now."

Edward swallowed hard and felt nervous: his childhood was complicated to say the least and possibly the root of all his problems.

"I was the middle child out of four siblings: an older brother and sister and a younger brother and sister. My mother was a museum tour guide and my dad worked as a real estate agent. They…weren't accepting of my intelligence." He began.

"Let me guess, like everyone else you were working with at the GCPD?" Penguin guessed.

"Bingo! I was the black sheep of my family. Even though I was a straight A student in school and had knowledge beyond my years, my parents thought I was a disappointment. I recall when I was like…seven or eight, I overheard my dad say that I've 'always had my nose stuck in a book' and how I 'didn't live up to his and my mom's expectations'."

"What else?"

"I wasn't good enough for anyone: my parents, even my siblings. So, I immediately went to study forensics as a way to escape from my family and thus, when my studies were finished, I got a job at the GCPD, and that's where I was until I met you." Edward finished with a sigh.

Penguin was at loss for words upon hearing this; he thought that he had it worst, but hearing that broke his heart. Suddenly, he grabbed Edward by the hand and locked eyes with him.

"You're good enough for me…" He whispered.

Edward blushed upon seeing that they were holding hands and began leaning in towards Penguin, closing his eyes and preparing for a kiss. Penguin gulped nervously and found himself doing the same before snapping out of this moment and getting up.

"I need you to go do something else for a bit…I have a surprise for you." He commanded while gesturing him to leave.

"Will do!" Edward nodded, picking up the two cups and bringing them to the kitchen.

He cleaned the cups until he heard Penguin call him back over for him to show off his surprise. Edward stepped into the main room and saw his friend holding out a fancy box while looking away from him in embarrassment.

"You helped me during my mother's funeral, so I decided to return the favor and give you a gift." Penguin said as he gave Edward the box.

THE Penguin is giving me a present?! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! He thought in excitement while opening it.

Inside was a green suit with a black vest and white shirt as well as a green tie, green pants, and black gloves. Lying above it was a golden cane with the upper half in the shape of a question mark.

"It's custom made, I had it designed with you in mind." Penguin explained.

Edward put the box down on the table for a second and immediately hugged his friend, almost picking him up due to the awkward size comparison.

"Thank you!" He exclaimed happily.

Penguin found himself smiling for the first time in a very long time. He had found no use to manipulate him, instead, he was filling in the empty hole in his heart like his mother had done before…