Penguin rolled his eyes in annoyance as he watched Edward run for the kitchen. What could've he possibly done for him to possibly help improve his mood?

Shaking his head in disapproval, the criminal began to organize his sheet music until he noticed one paper that looked out of place: it had Edward's handwriting on it.

It read,

'He sits on a throne carved from sin and stained in blood,

His skin illuminated in the city's lights.

They can't have him, I say.

Only I can have him.'

Wait a moment…is this about me? This is surprisingly good, Penguin thought in surprise.

"You read it?" A familiar voice asked happily.

He jumped and turned, seeing Edward standing there with his hands behind his back as if he were hiding something while holding onto his cane in one hand and something else in the other.

"Uh, yeah, it's…pretty good," Penguin answered with a nervous expression while clearing his throat. "What was it that you wanted to show me outside of the poem?"

The former scientist grinned, which made the criminal roll his eyes at him, and pulled out a plastic bag with what appeared to be a sandwich.

"Ta-da! I made you this!" he declared.

"You made me a sandwich?" Penguin questioned as he raised an eyebrow at him and took the bag.

"Not just any sandwich! It's a peanut butter sandwich, your favorite!"

"Oh…thank you, I guess,"

Edward smiled and took a seat next to him, watching his idol eat. He mentally took note of each bite, but noticed that he was crying.

"You…made it EXACTLY how my mother used to make them…" Penguin told him in between sobs.

His friend saw this and decided to comfort him by holding him close and stroking his hair, only making the criminal let out a sharp breath upon feeling the contact.

"Shhh…" he hushed him.

Should I tell him how I feel? Or do I wait for the perfect moment? Edward thought in fear.

"What is mine, but only you can have?"

"Again with the riddles, I see."

Edward sighed shakily, afraid about how he may react to the answer, and said, "My heart. The answer is my heart."

Penguin was unsure how to respond to this, but inside, he felt incredibly happy. Deciding to put on a 'hard-to-get' act, his expression turned from shaken up to annoyed.

"You may remind me of my mother, but your riddles still annoy me," he grumbled.

"Well, you look like a bird and have a superiority complex!" Edward said in retort, playing along. "Did you know that boa constrictors starve themselves to eat bigger prey?"

"I'm the King of Gotham, don't even TRY to deny that!"

"Please! You're more like the Diva of Gotham!"

"Is that so?! Then, would I be a diva if I did THIS?!" Penguin challenged before climbing onto Edward's lap from his chair and gave him a hard kiss.

The former scientist felt his heart race in excitement, this was what he wanted: to kiss him again. He enjoyed the adrenaline rush it gave him and wanted even more of it.

Penguin smells like…peppery cologne? I hope he didn't notice that, Edward thought.

They pulled away for a second as he continued to play along with this hard-to-get scenario.

"Your saliva tastes like peanut butter." He pointed out with an exasperated sigh. "Why did I get so obsessed with you anyways?!"

"Says the nerd who messed around with dead people! Your old clothes reeked of disinfectant and dried blood when I met you! Sometimes, I wonder why I even put up with you!" Penguin exclaimed in disapproval.

With a growl, Edward glared at him and yelled, "I hate you!"

"I hate you more!" Penguin said in retort before pulling him back into the kiss.

The former scientist immediately took the opportunity to lift him up and carry him towards the couch before realizing that it was the same one that he was on when his idol saved his life.

The two lied down on it and pulled away for a moment. Edward found himself lying on top of Penguin before letting out an awkward laugh and pushing his glasses up as the King of Gotham stared up at him, his eyes widened and his face completely red.

After an uncomfortable moment of silence, he cleared his throat and climbed off from on top of him. Penguin sat up while wiping some sweat off his forehead and adjusting his tie nervously.

"So…um, I was thinking about a codename for myself," Edward began, hoping to make the moment less awkward.

"Oh really?" Penguin asked in amusement.

"Yeah, I wanted a name to use to hide away from the GCPD, a new identity of sorts."

"What did you want to call yourself?"

"The Riddler."

Penguin stared at him in confusion before saying with a shrug, "That's fitting for you, I guess."

"Really?!" Edward squealed in excitement.

"I mean it," he said while nodding. "While you seem to already be an efficient killer, not including the slip up with your former love, I'll teach you more on how to kill your enemies in your own way, a way that's unique only to you…"