Edward's heart stopped upon realizing where he was: one of the GCPD's holding cells. In a panic, he grabbed onto the bars of the cell door and rattled them.

"HELP! Someone, anyone!" he cried out, but no one listened.

In the corner of his eye towards the back of the cell, he saw Kristen's corpse hanging from the ceiling being suspended with wires.

Her body looked exactly how he remembered it: the cuts from the poker everywhere, the bruises on her arms, one of her glasses lens broken, and her eye and throat bloody. All of which he caused.

"Oh dear…oh dear…" Edward muttered in fear.

Fighting back the tears, he ignored it and tried figuring a way out. That was all in the past, and he was trying to put it all behind him.

Three people entered his vision from near the cell: with a dread, he realized that it was Penguin talking with Gordon and Bullock.

His blood boiled, his panic being replaced with jealousy. They wanted to take his precious idol from him and he refused to let that happen. Penguin was his and his alone.

"SOMEBODY'S a little jealous, I see," A familiar voice commented with a sarcastic laugh.

Edward turned behind him and saw his evil half smirking at him, but he noticed that Kristen's body was gone as if it never existed. His breath quickened while his airway tightened, much like what happened during his first kiss with Penguin.

"Me? Jealous? No!" he denied, his body shaking.

"I'm you. I can tell when you're jealous. For example, you're clenching your fists right now. You do that a lot when you're angry or jealous." His evil half pointed out.

Edward noticed that he was, indeed, clenching his fists and sighed in defeat.

He stared at the detectives talking to his idol and admiring him from afar: black was a very fitting color for Penguin, blending in well with his dark hair and pale skin, Edward never realized how oddly…handsome he was in his suit, and for a split second, he was smiling at Gordon and Bullock.

Except for when he gave him his suit, Edward was surprised that he had never seen Penguin smile before.

"N-no… Penguin…" he gasped with a hurt expression.

"You're so persistent to not let anyone else have him, are you?" His evil self asked him while crossing his arms.

"Exactly, it's because…" he answered with a nod before sighing and hanging his head low in embarrassment. "…I love him."

His evil half saw his expression and took a deep breath before grabbing a knife that was lying nearby, handing it to Edward.

"No one else can have him, but you. Kill them, do it for him." He told him while unlocking the door to the cell.

Edward's nervous expression twisted into an evil smile as he casually stepped out of his cell and walked towards where his idol and so called 'friends' were talking. He had to get rid of his enemies.

He approached Gordon from behind and raised the knife…

Edward woke up with a gasp and panted. He hadn't had a nightmare like this since he started staying with Penguin. He let out a frustrated groan upon checking the time and went to get dressed.

He put his glasses on once he was finished and went back to his room, taking a seat at his desk and grabbing a piece of paper before he started writing some poetry on it.

Edward took a deep breath, got a hold of his cane, and went over to the main room as he placed the poem among Penguin's sheet music. Writing the poem didn't make him feel any better, so he moved onto his second-best option to calm him down: cooking.

Impulsively, he went into the kitchen and grabbed some bread, peanut butter, and a knife. Edward felt his anger only rising as he watched the knife frantically spread the peanut butter over the bread.

He only wanted to kill Gordon, Bullock, or whoever DARED to try to get close to HIS Penguin. He already lost one love of his life, and he couldn't afford to lose another.

He loves peanut butter sandwiches...He thought.

"Mr. Nygma?" A familiar voice asked from near the kitchen entrance. "Are you alright?"

Butch stood there and stared at the former scientist in concern. Penguin must've called a group meeting while he was cooking.

"I'm fine…just leave me alone…" Edward grumbled under his breath.

He's talking to other people, but I like Butch and Victor. He thought.

"WHAT?!" He heard Penguin scream in anger.

Butch cringed upon hearing that and ran over to his boss, leaving Edward by himself in the kitchen. Now alone, he cleaned the peanut butter off the knife, placed the sandwich in a bag, and went to listen in on the madness that was occurring the main room.

"Sorry, boss, some of our group are headed for Arkham," Victor was telling him.

"Ugh, both of you just get out of my sight! NOW!" Penguin commanded harshly.

The two left the room as Edward waited for the perfect opportunity to talk to the object of his obsessions. He needed to tell him about his nightmare, knowing about how concerned he was regarding his jealousy earlier in the day.

With a gulp, he approached Penguin, who seemed peeved from his meeting. It reminded him of when they met for the first time at the GCPD…the moment when his obsession began…

"Hi." Edward greeted with a nervous smile.

"Oh, you're up now, huh?" Penguin asked in annoyance.

"Uh…yeah, I had a nightmare."

"I'm in no mood to hear about your problems."

Edward bit his lip in fear, he should've expected this. He felt like an idiot for walking in on his friend while he was in such a bad mood, his paranoia on losing him as well as the urge to kiss him again only growing by the second.

Damnit, Nygma! You can't ruin this! he thought.

"I—" he began.

Suddenly, Penguin stood up and began limping towards him while holding his umbrella. Was it bad that Edward found him attractive when he was angry?

"I'm the King of Gotham and you WILL do what I say!" The criminal snapped before pointing towards the spot in front of him where his friend was standing. "Kneel!"

The former scientist did immediately as he was told, placed his cane on the floor, and got on his knees in front of him, wincing as the tip of his idol's umbrella pressed onto his back, which kept him down.

"I want you to remember this moment and what I'm about to say next time you come to me when I'm angry…BUSINESS. COMES. FIRST! Do you understand?!" Penguin hissed as he pressed down harder.

Edward cringed at this and nodded in response. Oddly enough, he was…enjoying this on the inside.

"Now, what was it that you so desperately wanted to say?"

"I'll do…whatever you ask! I swear that I'll never leave your side!"

Penguin raised an eyebrow at this and sighed in defeat, taking his umbrella off of Edward's back and watching him get up and grab his cane.

"Now then," Edward said while clearing his throat. "I have some things to show you..."