Oswald

A few weeks had gone by and tonight I picked up Nygma in my finest attire. I had eve brought a bouquet of roses to this occasion. Tonight was supposed to redeem me from the last horrid dinner as last time.

Mother knew Nygma was coming over again for dinner and she actually seemed very happy when I mentioned the idea. This was the first time he had allowed the same person in her apartment. I did not count Gabe who I gave the duty of keeping her safe.

Again, I did not fully explain the pretense of why Nygma was coming over, but I really wanted Nygma there with me as moral support. That was why I had arrived early to his apartment to pick him up.

I knocked at the door and he let me.

"Nygma, I need to talk to you, before we head for my mother's apartment." I swallowed. "Mother still doesn't fully have the truth about our relationship. Hear me out first, before you judge. I don't think that I am strong enough to tell her alone. I want you right there with me. The fact that she liked the idea of having you over for dinner gives me hope. You are the first person aloud such a privilege."

I stood up holding out my hand, "Shall we go then?"

Nygma

I nodded as I listened to him, the fact he let me know beforehand made me happy.

"Course I will be right at your side," I smiled.

I was also smug at the fact his mother was allowing me over again.

Oh I can't wait

I was wearing a suit this time, deciding the sweater vest was bad luck. My tie was bright green and purple.

"We shall," I responded taking his hand in mine.

Oswald

"Hello mother dear!" I said happily as I presented her with the bouquet of roses.

"Oh, you are too kind dear son." She said to me outwardly, but the quick look she gave me said /You are up to something, dear son...I;m watching you.../

"Why it's good to see you again, Nygma dear!" She replied happily ushering him in the door. By 'ushering him in', she practically pulled him through the door.

I'm not sure if that was a sign that he was already taking a liking to Nygma or just pretending to be nice before the claws came out. Nygma had assured me that he could handle her, so I can't chicken out now.

"Mother, I brought Nygma here for a reason. Though it is true that he helped me succeed to become the top of the Maroni family with his Plague serum, he is not my business associate." I turned to look at Nygma for a moment, and he just nodded at me, signaling me to continue. "He is much more than that to me. He is my boyfriend, my lover. It turns out that your dear Ossie boy is gay, or at least bisexual."

I paused to grab Nygma's hand before continuing again."Nygma wanted to meet you a few weeks under this pretense."

Outwardly, it seemed that mother took all of this news better than I thought, but this was just the beginning of the night.

My mother's mouth just hung open for a few moments before she spoke.

"I knew something was odd about that night! What else have you been keeping from me, hmmm? That you have a love-child with some slut living in the gutters of Gotham now? Or perhaps you have been sleeping around the with the whole goddamn city of Gotham..."

I didn't really know what to say back to this barrage of accusations of my sexual escapades. I just stayed silent and took it. I really just wanted to retreat back to my club or apartment, but I promised that I'd make up for the previous shitty dinner. Though this time, we may not even get dinner before getting kicked out...

Nygma, if you want to step in now would be a good time. I thought knowing that he could not read my mind, but the thought still distracted me for a bit, while my mother continued accusing me of sleeping with every damn person in Gotham.

Nygma

"Ma'am," I spoke kindly as Oswald said his part but seems his mother wasn't having it.

I smiled politely to her, "I promise the integrity of your son is not tarnished. I understand that he is your first and primary concern, as he is my first concern as well. I assure you he doesn't have a love child nor is he sleeping with half of Gotham. He is merely sleeping with me."

Very bold statement, very bold indeed. I like it chuckled the voice.

Oswald

She made her way towards Nygma pointing a finger at him. "Now there's you! What silver tongued lies did you tell to my dear Oswald to seduce him? He never has been with a man romantically before. I'd rather him bring one of those hussies back to meet me than a...a...MAN!"

"You are not welcome here, get out...NOW!" she thrust her pointing finger at Nygma's chest few times for emphasis and then pointed to the door with the same finger.

Nygma just stood firm, which provoked mother more. "I see you are a stubborn one, son. But you aren't anything special. You may be a brilliant scientist but that does not mean that qualifies you to think that you can have my dear Oswald. I will never give you my permission so you should just give up now, Eddie boy."

I cringed as she had just used the the forbidden word around Nygma, I hoped that if that word provoked the Riddler that it wasn't enough to have my mother end up the same as Ms. Kringle...

I got ready to jump in between Nygma and my mother just in case.

Nygma

She's so mouthy chuckled the voice.

I didn't even flinch when she jabbed her finger in my chest. I knew I had to stand my ground. I liked a challenge, and she was going to prove difficult.

"I never told your son any lies," I responded. "Just the truth, and was accepting of him no matter what."

And then it fell from her mouth, that name. I clenched my jaw trying to calm myself down but I was failing.

The fuck did she just say? asked the voice.

I tried to fight him down but I couldn't.

Oh so you wanna play with me huh? YOU WANT TO PLAY? Let's play!

I sighed weakly as I felt him taking over.

My eyes widened slightly and turned to their wild state with that crazy undertone as Riddler took shape.

"Don't jab your finger at me Miss" I seethed quietly.

I sized her up for a moment and planned out many different ways I could dispose of her.

I knew I had to behave though, this wasn't some random mouthy witch.

I calmly adjusted my tie and looked down to her as I stood tall asserting my dominance of the situation.

"You might think you can talk to the bitches he brings home like trash but that isn't going to fly with me," I told her calmly but coldly.

Oswald

I knew as soon as I heard her call Nygma /Eddie/ I knew that I was going to see '/him/' again. I was ready this time, and for the first time since I had that fear serum injected into me, I wasn't afraid of him.

For now, I'd continue to watch the situation. It seemed that Riddler was behaving ...for now...

Mother on the other hand was staring at Nygma looking a bit confused as to what just happened. Her mouth held agape. When she finally regained her ability to speak she simply said,"Look at the time! Let's sit down for dinner." She said in a monotone daze.

I eyed Riddler suspiciously, as he took his seat next to me at the dinner table.

Nygma

I sat down next to Oswald after pulling out his chair for him as well as for his mother.

I couldn't blame her, she was only protecting her territory but it wasn't just hers any longer.

I smiled as I took my seat unbuttoning my suit jacket as I did so.

"Dinner smells delicious," I complimented her as I picked up my napkin.

Oswald

"Yes, only the best for Oswald and his friends." Mother replied "Eat, eat, everyone. It would be a shame for it to get cold."

I hardly ate anything at this meal, because I was watching Riddler out of the corner of my eye. He was being oddly polite and I didn't like it.

Nygma

I eyed her quietly before glancing to my plate. Was this poisoned? Is she that crazy? I would have to give it to her if it was though. Brilliant!

I ate whatever was on my plate, but my eyes still rested on Oswald's mother. I was watching her every movement, I knew she wasn't about to give up that easily.

This would be a lovely dance between her and I, saucy like the salsa but just a bit dangerous like the tango.

I looked to Oswald feeling his eyes on me. I reached over taking his hand in my own, "Yes?" I asked him.

I didn't normally conduct myself as a gentleman, that was way too sophisticated for my taste. I was baiting his mother, testing her out, watching with baited breath.

Oswald

I turned back to my food as Riddler noticed my eyes on him, simple muttering a simple "Nothing"

Mother also was eyeing Riddler, but in a different way. She was sizing him up trying find out how she could break him down and get him to leave. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

The plotting was just beginning...and I was scared of what the final outcome of the of their showdown. Would one of them be left dead, or just one simple surrendering to the other's demands?

Nygma

I smiled to his mother after I finished the dinner. The smile however had "try me bitch" written all over it.

I saw the way she watched me, it was the same way I was watching her.

Oh this was going to be so much fun.

"How was your day?" I asked Oswald quietly. Not that I cared, it was Edwards place to care. The silence was starting to irritate me.

"So Mr. Nygma, was it, what is it that you really do? I mean I highly doubt that you work for my dear Ossie. Now that I found out that you are a different kind of partner tasked with a certain type of business, per-say." She pursed her lips together as a small smile of amusement formed. She was almost giddy at what her cleverness. But that smile could have also said I see your 'try me bitch' and raise you a 'bring it, fucker. I can take what you dish out.'

Edward is a scientist, I am a homicidal maniac. That means I could make your death look like an accident...

I chuckled inwardly at my thoughts.

"I am a forensic analyst for the GCPD," I responded with a smirk. "Which makes me valuable to Oswald and his eventual take over"

"I figured." I responded at that.

Not that I care about your gratitude

Oswald

"Well dinner tonight was just fabulous!" She smiled. "Mr. Nygma, you'll just have to come back again!"

I choked on the wine I was drinking. Of course mom would like the Riddler...Crazy attracts crazy. I am not sure if mother was able to tell the difference between Nygma's personalities, but I think that she might have suspected something.

I was just left wondering when /my Nygma/ would return, and if my mother would accept that one. Only time would tell.

I pushed my chair away from the table and helped my mother collect all of the dishes from the table. She then showed us to the door. I pecked her on the cheek.

"Thank you for dinner, mother. Let us know when we can do it again." I smiled the warmest I could considering the Ridder was standing right beside me.

"I hope to be seeing you again really soon, Nygma dear!' she smiled up at him.

As the door closed, we headed for Nygma's apartment in reaching his apartment, I planned on just dropping him off, but Riddler pushed me through the door.

Normally, I would be a bit turned on my a forceful Nygma, but again this wasn't Nygma in a sense this was Riddler.

I turned to face him."What was that for, Riddler?"

"I just wanted to talk with you," Riddler grinned closing the door behind us. "Ed doesn't let me out much."

"Why on earth would you want to talk with me?" I replied

"I'm keen to know why you have me in your head." I smiled taking a seat.

"Oh, is someone jealous?" I teased slightly.

"Curious really." he responded watching me. "What's he like?" he grinned sadistically.

"A much crazier fucker than you, and that's saying something..." I paused

Why am I having this conversation? It'll probably just stroked his already large ego...but leaving could prove to be more dangerous!

"He left riddles throughout the house near his victims, horribly sadistic ones mind you...Though when I found Nygma, the Riddler induced by that fear serum, was cleaning off a kitchen knife after he had just butchered up his host and began baking him into a meat pie. When the pie was done, he offered to feed it to me. When I refused, he came after me next."

"Since that incident, he has mostly stuck to just haunting me with his laughter, mostly. On the rare occasions where he does talk to me, he usually insults me with some quip ending it with 'Penguin'"

"I know that the Riddler that I have is not the real thing, just something my mind fabricated after the fear serum incident...like a form of PTSD. Which is why he can still affect me."

Riddler listened with that same sadistic smile on his face. "Looks like I need to step up my game then."

"If by 'stepping up your game,' you mean murdering everyone I care about; I'd prefer you didn't. I was half expecting you to kill my mother she called you 'Eddie'"

"The only reason she isn't dead is because Ed would be very upset with me. " Riddler responded. "Shes very lucky. And so are you honestly."

"If it makes you feel any better, she loves you better than Ed."

I paused hoping that would stroke his ego a bit before asking some more serious questions.

"So Ed can actually control you? Wouldn't it benefit you for him to be upset at you? Then you can take over more easily...

"Oh no he can't control me. But if I do things that would upset him like killing you or your mom, he would be angry at me. Its better if he doesn't fight me." Riddler replied.

"It didn't seem like he fought you too hard tonight. I bet that makes you happy."

He had an inkling of a feeling I could get your mother to like me more than him. He thinks he's not very likeable." Riddler stated

"I mean I'd like you, if you didn't want to kill me."

"I think you'd be useful to me. Use Ed's brains for your takeover, but let me do the dirty work." Riddler suggested.

"I did appreciate your work with Kringle. I hated that bitch! How do I know that you won't double cross me?" I added

I said sitting down in a chair across from the Riddler. I was intrigued now, but still cautious because this was no normal man I was dealing with.

"As long as you don't hurt Ed or threaten him, you'll have me as an ally. " Riddler responded getting up and getting himself a drink.

"I would never hurt, Nygma, but I cannot guarantee his safety if he chooses to continue down this path I'm treading," I responded. "Grab me a glass and we'll toast to this new partnership!"

Nygma

Get your own damn glass, I thought to myself but handed him one anyways.

"Leave his safety to me." I told him sternly.

"Ok, I trust you." Oswald raised my glass to me, "To us!"

"To ruling Gotham,"I chuckled raising my glass before downing it in one slug.

I set my glass down and watched him quietly.

"He wonders where the old Oswald went. I think he's frustrated about it" I mused. "He's got a lot pent up that Ed. "

"And why are you telling me this? You don't seem like the sharing type, at least if it doesn't benefit you." Oswald asked

"It'll benefit me in the long run," I responded getting another drink. "See he thinks it was the doctor who fucked you up. So he's going on a bird hunt if you know what I mean," I laughed.

Oswald

I caught his drift and I didn't like the sound of Nygma's plan. It was too risky. Though with the Riddler's aid, he might stand a chance.

I turned my attention to the Riddler.

"Are you telling me this to worry me or to get me to be Nygma's backup if something goes wrong?"

"I'm telling you this because I like fucking with Ed." He responded. "I get to fuck with him, no one else."

He chucked taking a seat. "To be truthful though, I'm excited to find this doctor. Oh it's going to be fun. As long as Ed doesn't fight me, if he will just give in like he did tonight all will be well."

"I am hoping for it! Because I think you and I both would not like the consequences of being Ed being injected with that serum."

"I'll slit the fuckers throat if he tries," Riddler snarled loudly at that.

"Calm down, Riddler! I fully thought that you would pop out and kill him before that would happen. Preferably sooner, because I know how much you like killing." I smiled at him.

Nygma

I growled lowly watching him. "I want to strangle him and watch the light leave his eyes. Then perhaps I'll cook him up like the Riddler did for you" I sneered.

I then got to my feet getting another drink but I tripped on my way to the kitchen. I just laid on the floor though for a while still.

Ah fuck you, Edward

I coughed slightly as I rolled over to my back, my head hurt. The Riddler was gone, it was just me again. I wonder if him hitting his head on the counter allowed me to come back through.

I sat up slowly, the wild look in my eyes was gone and I grunted slightly rubbing the side of my head.

Oswald

I heard a commotion in the kitchen so I went to investigate. As I peeked around the corner, notice a different less crazy look about Nygma.

Nygma's back!

I rushed over to him. He was not bleeding or anything from what I could tell, but I thought that I'd still ask.

"Neg, are you alright?"

Nygma looked up to me and nodded before noticing my surroundings, he noticed that he was home.

"How did we get here?" Nygma asked quietly.

Oh wow...how do I explain that question? I promised him I'd be honest with him but I also didn't want to give Riddler the satisfaction of torturing Nygma.

"Um, my mother accidentally brought out Riddler by saying the trigger word. He was really quite a gentleman throughout the whole dinner, which surprised me."

Nygma blinked at that, "Oh" He murmured getting to his feet. "He likes to toy with his food apparently. What else did he do? He didn't try to hurt you did he?"

"No, told me that my mother was lucky to be alive though..."

He pursed his lips at that. "What happened? Did she like him? Did we get thrown out? Is that why we're here? What did he tell you!"

"Mother adored him, even invited him to come back. I was choking on my wine when I realized. He said that she was only still alive because killing her would upset you and that he doesn't like having you upset at him."

"Least he's smart," Nygma murmured. I rubbed my throat for a moment.

He then eyed me after a moment. "You didn't freak out when he came out did you?"

"No, though I had a few flashbacks of the Kringle incident, but putting my mother in Kringle's position."

"He also seemed very interested in the Riddler that sometimes manifests in my head. I attribute mine to PTSD from the fear serum. And that is exactly what I told him."

Nygma nodded watching me. "I'm going to try and find something for that. I want to help you," he whispered stroking his cheek.

"How sweet of you, Neg," I whispered back my nose nuzzling against his."I think it's actually getting better. I mean we carried on a whole conversation tonight before you returned to your old self."

Nygma

"A conversation about what?" I asked. I was a bit worried that Riddler had opened his big ass mouth.

I did.

"Hush" Oswald stopped me putting a finger on my lips. He lightly traced the shape of my lips with my thumb. "You talk too much, sometimes, Neg."

Oswald

Before he had a chance to respond, my lips were on his. My kisses came fierce and fast. My hands gently grabbed at tufts of Nygma's hair and my fingers lightly made tracks down to his neck. As they came around to the front of his neck, I loosened his tie and my fingers made quick work of the buttons on his white shirt.

I could feel his fingers shaking as he was unfastening mine. I wasn't sure if he was shaking as my lips were now brushing against his neck or nervousness as he was beginning to act on his own.

I liked this new passion that Nygma was showing and that made me even crazier with warmth flowing through me.

I pushed Nygma up against his kitchen counter. He braced himself with both of his hands on the counter.

I felt each of his whimpers coming in with each of my short breaths as I kissed him and held him tight to my own body. Our bare torsos touched caused a shiver to go through my body from the point of contact and spread outward. I let out a small moan as a result of that shiver.

Nygma

I'm going to step out, muttered the voice in my head but it was drowned out with Oswald's sudden actions.

The pounding in my head seemed to fade away, perhaps it was because every nerve in my body was being stimulated from the man's touch.

I gripped the front of the counter with my fingertips basking in the warmth of his body. He always seemed to come on to me at the most spontaneous times, which I heavily enjoyed.

"Oswald," I whimpered as my skin trembled at every touch. I watched him with lustful eyes before just closing them, my blood pressure raised substantially. Already my breathing was labored.

I ran one hand up his back pressing him closer and kissing him harder as my fingertips pressed into his bare skin.

Oswald

As I felt Nygma's fingertips on my skin, I started trembling. My breathing was extremely labored by this point and I was already close to being consumed by the ecstasy of it all.

I didn't want this to end so soon and in Nygma's kitchen of all places. Those windows of his looked extremely appealing. Ever since I first gazed out of those windows, I had a recurring fantasy of pushing his naked body with sweat dripping off, up against those windows and taking him right there.

I pulled him off of the counter as best as I could and started guiding him forwards to the wall of windows, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake.

When we could take no steps further, I gave him a gentle shove his back against the cold glass. My hands rested on his shoulders. I looked up at Nygma he looked like he was as close to being completely consumed as I was.

Holding him against the cold glass, I took him as I had fantasized.

As I finished, I whispered "You are so perfect, Mr. Edward Nygma."

My lips lightly brushed his collarbone after I finished and I fell into Nygma's arms.

Nygma

I swallowed hard as I remained against the glass, my legs seemed to have locked into place. I held Oswald's trembling body in my own arms and gently slid down the glass until I was sitting.

I laid him gently in my lap and took a deep breath. "Not nearly as perfect as you are" I whispered still grasping for air.

I leaned my head back against the window and closed my eyes and sleep took me.