Edward Nygma x Hex Girls
Edward wasn't very curious to see what was going on in the morgue room, as he heard moaning from Leslie and a scream from, who he assumed from the voice, was Oswald. He returned to the Annex to find a specific file for Detective Gordon and Bullock, his only friends in the entire G.C.P.D who listened, or more accurately, put up with him.
He made his way down(town) the stairs to the desks, and placed the file on the table, but not before noticing the three girls confined in the prison cell near the main desks. Edward, confused but intrigued by the strangely dressed prisoners, made his way down even more stairs to meet them face to face – only separated by several bars.
Edward tried to make polite conversation with the girls, who explained that they were in holding until they were cleared of being witches (WHICH THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY NOT THEY ARE WICKENS WHICH ARE LIKE, TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS). After a while, Edward noticed that the three of them were actually paying attention to his riddles, and he actually wanted to continue conversing with them... unfortunately, Edward actually had a job to do.
"I promise I will get you out of this," Edward explained to them, "I'll come back later tonight, when the guards are asleep, and I'll let you out and get rid of the evidence. You can live with me if you want. I really enjoy speaking with you."
In unison, Thorn, Dusk, and Luna thanked him, and told him that they, too, enjoyed his riddles and choices of conversation. Edward had not met anyone who didn't simply put up with him, and who actually wanted to listen to him more. He would not let down on his promise.
"I'm back," Edward whispered, unlocking the cell and stepping inside to help them with their belongings.
"Thank you," the girls began, though they were definitely not exiting the cell, as they began to strip themselves of their socks, "You can call us all the Hex Girls, if you wish, Ed."
Rude. Edward felt himself grow incredibly red and uncomfortable, as the girls took the key from his hand, and locked the cell door behind him.
"Oh, dear."
Oswald, had, once again, returned to the G.C.P.D in search of Jim for a place to sleep, though his backup option was just to simply sleep in the police station. He didn't care if he got arrested for it, at least he'd have a cell to stay in for the night, and he thought that surely, surely no-one would be doing that at this time of night in the middle of the police station. As long as he didn't open any more doors, which he knew, by this point, was a bad idea.
The lights were out, and Oswald couldn't see very clearly. However, he could clearly make out four shapes inside one of the cells nearest to him, though it was unclear as to what all of these people would be doing inside one cell in the middle of the night.
Before Oswald could even think twice, he heard a moaning scream of "JOHN FUCKING CENA" from one of the cells, and he quickly retreated back into the night.
