Nygma

I opened the doors to the precinct, I was a mission and that was to find Jim.

I looked around and saw him standing at his desk with his partner and a couple of other officers. I started walking up the stairs to his desk, taking slow easy strides like nothing was the matter.

I didn't even know what I was doing, I just wanted to talk. The fire inside me said it wanted to do something else. Something violent.

"Jim?" I questioned in my usual voice, slightly chipper. Very unlike the tone I had been using with him lately.

"Ah Nygma," he responded looking to me as he stood behind his desk. He placed his hands on his waist, pushing his suit jacket up slightly. "Did you hear the news?"

I blinked in surprise, "News?"

He nodded, "Yep!" then he sat down in his chair to explain.

I stood at the corner of his desk looking down at him.

"I apprehended three of Fish Mooney's men last night. Got them locked up in the cells as we speak. Assaulting a police officer, doesn't look too good for them. Slowly we will get information out of them about Mooney's plans and whereabouts.." he explained.

"Did you ask Oswald Cobblepot to join you last night?" I asked interrupting him.

He stopped in mid sentence when I had interrupted him. He nodded before speaking. "Well after you let me in on his little plan, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Only fair."

Fair? FAIR?! raged the fire inside of me.

My outward appearance was unmoved by his speech.

"What happened to him?" I asked even though I knew what had happened. She beat the fuck out of him and strung him up to die of shock in a meat locker.

Again, I only ask most questions to stroke my own ego.

Gordon shrugged at the question. "Why does it matter?" he asked. "He got what was coming to him, it should be the last time he underestimates me."

I blinked at the response he just gave me.

Wow. The Gordon I was head over heels infatuated with, in love with, was actually this selfish and arrogant. I thought him more of the gentlemen type honestly. Fooled me.

"Well as the saying goes Gordon, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me."

"What?" Gordon asked looking up at me in confusion. "What have I fool..."

But my actions cut him off from his inquiry. I don't know what happened, I must have snapped, the fire inside me blew into an inferno and before I knew what I was doing I hand my hands in Gordon's hair forcing his face into his own desk.

The slamming of his head into the wooden desk woke the precinct up, at that point I couldn't hear anything as I was on top of him forcing him to the floor.

He was caught off guard as I had the surprise advantage, but he quickly regained his control and we started grappling one another on the floor. I was punching and kicking, probably even biting. I have no idea what I was doing, I finally had lost it.

Gordon was on top of me punching me and then trying to restrain me. Other officers finally reached the two of us and pulled us apart. I was spitting out words at that point as two officers had me restrained and I was rubber against them.

"YOU SELFISH COWARD, YOU LEFT HIM TO DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH."

Gordon licked the side of his lip as it was bleeding. I got a few good wails in on him, I busted up his face pretty good.

"THE FUCK EDWARD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" he yelled back holding his right cheek.

I had resolved myself into laughter. Mad maniacal laughter erupted from me as the officers handcuffed me and forced me towards the cell block.

I was left in the cell by myself, they released me from my handcuffs and I just sat on the bench my face resting against the cold bars. I had calmed down considerably from the incident.

I really don't know what got into me, I've never just exploded like that! To be honest, I wasn't even sorry all those fuckers deserved just that. I was wearing thin through the veil that separated my sanity from my insanity. These people treated me like shit, and I let them all just walk all over me.

Not anymore!, I vowed.

I remained in the quiet cold cell until two officers came to collect me. The captain was with them.

"Edward Nygma," she stated sternly.

I just looked towards her. "Can I help you?" I asked in my chipper voice.

"What happened?" she asked me unlocking the cell door and entering. She was not afraid of me, but the fire inside of me thought she should be.

"I'm not sure actually," I responded. I chose my words carefully, now was the time to start playing the game.

"I just...snapped I suppose." I murmured lowering my head.

"Jim Gordon isn't going to press charges. You're damn lucky Ed, damn lucky he's not."

His hard ass reputation would be ruined if it got out that little ol me kicked his ass in his own house.

"I'm thankful, I want to apologize...I don't even know what happened."

"Ed, you've been working such long stressful hours. You've been walking around here the last few weeks disheveled, I knew something had happened, but I didn't want to pry and ask what. You're going to have to talk about it to the doctors though."

"Doctors?" I asked quietly.

"I'm sending you to Arkham for a couple days Ed, let you relax and regain control of yourself. Get you some help. I don't want to fire you, I've managed to contain this blow up. The commissioner would have my head if he knew I wasn't firing you for attacking an officer. "

"You're not going to fire me?" I asked.

She shook her head. "We would lose the best damn asset to GCPD if I did. So I want to help you."

I smiled internally, oh this was fabulous.

"...thank you Captain. Thank you so much."

I was transferred to Arkham later that day. The giant asylum was the home of the craziest criminals in Gotham City.

Seems like I'd fit right in with the recent events that had taken place. The fire of me was still burning, but I seemed cool and collected on the outside.

They admitted me and dropped me in a room all by myself.

I have to say it was nice being in the room alone. The room was small, there was one window that looked to the outside world. It faced the large cast iron fence that kept the crazies inside the area.

I didn't like being in here, I knew the first thing that was going to happen was they were going to evaluate me and force feed me pills. The guard told me I was in here until deemed otherwise by the Captain.

I knew I would have to act my best so that they will only think I only had a minor episode and send me home with some pills after a few days.

I thought about Oswald being in the clinic in his state. I left him well off, the splint would help his leg just fine until I could get him a cast. I'd do that as soon as I was out of here. Right now, however, I had to concentrate on how to fool the Doctors.

Oswald

I drifted in and out of consciousness as Nygma was patching me up. I nearly snapped out of my stupor as my leg was broken cleanly. Thank God the morphine had begun to kick in drawing me back out out of consciousness!

I awoke very groggy and still trying to figure out what was a morphine induced dream and what was reality. I could have sworn I felt Nygma's fingers brushing across my face.

No he wouldn't do that...that was just a morphine coated fantasy.

I shook my head. I could tell that i was still a bit woozy and lightheaded. I paused to sit at the edge of the table until the room stopped spinning.

I slowly pushed myself off of the table. I grimaced as my broken leg touched the the the floor of the warehouse house. I tested the split out by gingerly walking over to the chair I placed my shirt and suit jacket on. It seemed sturdy and would hold.

I was slow going getting dressed as I hurt all over, especially in my right leg. I looked around and Nygma was nowhere to be found.

How long was I out?

I guessed he probably had to leave for work as soon as he fixed me up.

I left the warehouse. The sky in distance was a dark almost black with a hint of orange as the sun was setting. It almost looked like a fire off in the distance.

I tried to shake off this foreboding thought, Very soon, Gotham is going to burn.

I continued my slow walk relying on my umbrella as a cane. I eventually got to the precinct. The stairs were a bitch. My leg was useless to the point I had to nearly pick up my leg with my free arm and push up on my umbrella. It's a good thing I didn't load it before leaving today.

I opened the door and hobbled a few more steps into the precinct. I scanned the precinct for Nygma, but he wasn't around or at least not in the main atrium.

"What are you here for? Looking for your boyfriend, perhaps?"

I jumped, startled by being addressed in such a fashion, and turned around to see a plainly dressed women with her blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail and large glasses similar to ones Nygma wore.

"Can I help you?" I said snarky no smile on my face.

"I'm Kristen, Kristen Kringle. I can tell that you are looking for someone...possibly Edward Nygma." She said with a smile that said I know everything!

I just glared at her silently.

"Well you won't find him here. He was suspended yesterday for assaulting Detective Gordon."

"Thank you for you information, now keep moving." you annoying whore.

"I heard a rumor that he was admitted to Arkham for a psychological evaluation before being able to return to work."

I just turned around without so much as another glace at Kristen, and exited the building. I called one of my men to pick me up outside the precinct. He drove me to Arkham.

I checked into the desk,"I'm a friend of Edward Nygma. Am I still within visiting hours?"

The lady at the front desk nodded and had an orderly show me to his room. As the door swung open, I saw Nygma there, "Hello, Neg, old friend."

Nygma

I looked up at the sound of Oswald's voice. I wasn't a very pretty sight, my knuckles were busted up, still slightly bleeding through the bandages.

My face was bruised up, Gordon had given me quite the beating. He looked worse though.

"Oswald," I murmured getting to my feet off the bed and crossing to the bars.

I gripped the bars with my hands looking down to him.

"What are you doing out of the clinic? You're still in no shape to be out."

He chuckled at little at my concern for his condition."I was just in the neighborhood." He smiled, "I had the pleasure of meeting one of your co-worker before arriving here. She was a peach…"

Kringle is far from a peach, maybe more like the apple that Eve was conned into eating. I thought to myself, and I could tell that Oswald was choosing his words carefully.

"She told me some juicy rumors going around the precinct. One of them being that a forensic scientist deciding to start a fight with Gordon and was sent to Arkham to think about what he did."

He paused,"I am left wondering what brought that man to do such a thing?" A warm smile on his face.

I felt the twinge of guilt in my stomach at his question. I adverted my eyes slightly towards the floor as i stood there.

"He was bragging about how he left you there...he left you for dead." I responded looking back to him.

"It made me angry, angrier than I have ever felt in my life."

He smiled even wider. "Well thank you for defending me when I wasn't able to. I would've loved to have been there to see that brawl." He started laughing uncontrollably picturing it I can only assume.

"Don't laugh too hard you might bust a rib," I chuckled slightly.

I let out a soft breath. "It was pretty amazing from what I can remember. You should see his face, if you think mine is bad. I smashed his face into his desk and tackled him to the floor. Course he won in the end but it was worth it."

Oswald

I wanted to laugh even harder, but I held it in under doctor's orders.

"Gordon happened to be out of the office when I stopped by. His luck, because if I would've been in a better condition I would've also punched him in the face for leaving me to die."

I walked further in his cell. I wasn't sure if I should moving so close to Nygma, but I couldn't hold back any longer. I took him in to my arms and embraced him, whispering,"Thank you for everything, Neg."

Nygma

I blinked at his actions and swallowed. I still felt so guilty about what had happened, it was all my fault. I was confused between telling him but I decided not to.

I gripped him both in a comforting way and to keep him from falling as he relinquished his weight off of the umbrella to wrap me in his embrace.

I bent my head resting my forehead on his shoulder. I let the hug linger for some time before I pulled back. "Anytime" I nodded smiling softly at him.

Well I don't know how many times I could beat Gordon in the face and get away with it, so let's leave that out of the anytime comment.

There was a knock at the door. The orderly signaled to Oswald that visiting hours were over. and with that he left with a wave over his shoulder and turned back a gave me a grin. This one I could tell was genuine one, the his signature one.

The door was closed behind him and I was once again alone.

I sighed weakly when he left and sank back down onto my small bed. I laid back on it staring up to the ceiling, I needed to focus. I needed to get out of here.

That evening a couple of orderlies opened the door.

Let the games begin!