Trigger Warning: Contains self-harm
After "accidently" dropping the bombshell on the commissioner's dark secret to Gordon and Bullock, Edward decided to move onto something more important: asking Kristen out.
He ran to the main area of the GCPD with a smile on his face as he scanned the room for the girl of his dreams. Grinning, he saw her and walked up, only for his smile to vanish to see her making out with one of the cops.
She has a boyfriend? When did this happen? he thought.
Edward just stood there in a state of shock as the cop, her boyfriend, shoved past him. Kristen then saw him and approached him.
"Hi, Ed, I didn't expect to see you out of your lab." she said.
Then, he noticed the bruises on her arm and said, "You're hurt. Was he doing this?"
"Oh, this?" Kristen asked. "Tom gets a little rough sometimes. He has his moments, you know."
"If there's any problem, come to me immediately. Don't you understand how serious this is, Miss Kringle?"
"Look, I'm fine, Ed. Now, if you excuse me, Tom invited me out to dinner, so I need to get ready."
With that, she walked off. Edward sighed in frustration and stormed into the lab before growling and punching the table. Then, he heard a laugh, which made him jump.
"Who's there?" he asked.
"Down here," a voice said.
The forensics scientist looked down on the table and saw his reflection grinning smugly at him.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"
"I'm you, but not a complete idiot. I've always been here. After all, I'm part of your mind…"
Edward backed off from the table and said, "I don't understand."
Now, I'm talking to myself… he thought.
"You don't understand? God, you really ARE that stupid, aren't you?" his reflection said with a laugh.
That was his breaking point: Edward grabbed a scalpel from the table and unrolled his sleeve, holding it to his arm.
"Get out of my head! I swear, I'll—" he began to say.
"Or what? You know you'll only be hurting yourself if you do that."
"I have to get rid of you before this gets worse."
With that, he sliced his arm and cried out in pain as he grabbed a tissue to stop the bleeding, repeating this process as his reflection, his evil split-personality, smirked at this.
The doors to the nightclub creaked open as Oswald sighed in relief. Lately, the business was going great: he had Butch as his new bodyguard, Falcone's former assassin, Victor Zsasz, was now working for him, and his mother was incredibly proud of him.
Despite all that, it was…boring. All he wanted was something interesting to happen, and that was what was going to happen to him today.
He smirked upon seeing Gordon and Bullock make their way to him with stern expressions. What could possibly be the problem now?
"I knew you were going to come, Gordon..." he said.
"This is serious, we need your help." Gordon said before explaining the situation.
"I'll be happy to help you, but he didn't need to come along." he said while gesturing to Bullock, who glared at him.
"Jim, do we really need to have HIM come along?" Bullock asked his partner under his breath.
"Remember, Nygma said that the victim he analyzed mentioned that Falcone had the files. Cobblepot here worked for him." Gordon said.
Bullock rolled his eyes as Oswald stood up and asked, "Let's get to work, shall we?"
Edward spent the night wanting to smack himself for not knowing anything that was happening to him. It wasn't his fault; he didn't know that Kristen had a boyfriend or that he even had a split personality.
Groaning, he took off his glasses and covered his face. What was he going to do now? He loved Kristen more than anything, but she was running off with one of his tormentors at the GCPD.
I guess Oswald's my best option, IF he's not eying Gordon still…he thought.
He let out another growl at the thought of his idol and Gordon together. Edward then rolled down his sleeve to look at his scars from earlier and shook his head, pulling it back up.
Maybe this new personality was right, he WAS an idiot…
Meanwhile, Gordon, Bullock, and Oswald arrived at an old barn. The trio stepped out of the car and looked at the building in front of them.
"Falcone told the commissioner on the phone that this was the safest place." the criminal said to the two cops.
"Alright then, let's just get this over with…" Bullock said with a groan as they approached the front door.
Gordon took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A man answered the door and raised an eyebrow at them as the trio immediately faked smiles.
"Can I help you three?" the man asked.
"Commissioner Loeb sent us." Oswald said, making Bullock cover his face in disappointment.
Ugh, words cannot describe how much I hate this guy…Bullock thought
"Well, come on in then." the man said as he gestured them inside.
"We're a security team sent to check out—" Gordon began to say, walking inside.
The man stopped and turned to his wife, saying, "Marge, get the keys."
Knowing what he meant, she left and came back with a shotgun. She then began shooting at the three. Oswald hid behind the two detectives as Bullock shot the man in the arm and Gordon disarmed the wife.
Bullock glared at his least favorite criminal and pointed at him, saying, "Don't you dare fucking move, make sure those two don't get in any trouble. Jim and I are going to the attic."
Oswald nodded and watched the two disappear upstairs in disappointment. Gordon was STILL ignoring him.
I'll make sure he doesn't ignore me anymore. he thought, approaching the couple.
Later, once they were gone, Bullock and Gordon suddenly came running down the stairs and he followed after them out of the barn. They soon ended up back at the car as Bullock wiped sweat off of his forehead.
"So, how did it go?" Oswald asked.
"Terribly…" Gordon said, out of breath.
"What's it to you, bird brain?! We almost died!" Bullock said.
Almost died? At least he's here now…the criminal thought as he approached Gordon.
"Don't you do what I think you're going to you, you—" Bullock began to say.
What happened next made him want to punch the bird man: Oswald then kissed Gordon, who froze in fear and had a look of shock in his face. Bullock clenched his fists as he watched them slowly pull away.
Gordon wiped his mouth and stared at Oswald (who happened to be smiling at him) like a deer in headlights.
Clearing his throat, the cop got into the police car without another word. Bullock then shoved his rival inside of it before driving off.
What was going to happen now?
