Nygma

"Ed, we have you in here to answer questions about the night you were taken." spoke Gordon softly leaning over the desk looking to me.

"You flashed your handcuffs at me!" I stated watching him as I sat down at the table.

"Thought maybe I'd have to restrain you." he responded. "But I didn't."

"I'm here willingly," I grunted eying him out of the corner of one eye.

"Tell me what happened, Ed."

I ran my fingers through my hair with a sigh straightening the tie clip on my tie.

"Crane took me from the hallway of the support group I was in." I responded. "I came to in the house, he injected me with the serum and somehow I got free and killed him. I woke again some random alley."

James looked at me sternly from the opposite side of the table. "How did you kill him?"

"Syringe to the neck. The same one he injected me with. It was the only thing I could do, he overpowered me easily."

"You don't seem as bad off as Cobblepot." Bullock commented.

"I was," I responded quietly. "It's just my fears don't follow me around."

I was in that room for hours answering the questions over and over again. I kept my story straight, it really wasn't a lie. I just left out important details.

I was released late that night, I sighed as I walked out of the building. I was on paid administration leave because I was still not fit for work while under investigation. Jim told me that I would be cleared soon.

I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets as I headed down the street to Oswald's club.

Oswald

I saw Nygma walk into my club where I met him by the door and signaled for him to follow me. We entered a door by the right of the stage. I unlocked a door at the end of the hallway.

The walls were all decorated in red with embellishments of black, even the booth was a candy apple red. The lighting was a warm orange that added to the overall look. I gestured for him to sit.

Only the best for my lover.

"Welcome to the VIP room, Nygma dear!" I smiled warmly at him. "Can I get you anything? A drink perhaps? Maybe a glass of wine, your favorite?" I winked at him and grabbed myself a glass of whiskey.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit...Rough day at work?"I leaned in so close to his face that our noses almost touched and whispered, "Or perhaps you just missed my company?" I pulled away from his face and I winked at him a small smirk on my face.

Nygma

I smiled softly looking into Oswald's V.I.P room and took a seat with a heavy sigh. "I actually was just released from being detained for questioning." I responded to him.

"Oh really now?" Oswald smirked at me,"What has the hardened criminal, Mister Edward Nygma done this time that the police would see fit to detain him?"

"Are you drunk?" I asked him point blank. "I fucking murdered someone."

"I'm sorry, love. I know that this is no joking matter. I was just trying to lighten up the mood a bit." Oswald's smile faded off his face.

"Damn, Gordon is smarter than we gave him credit for." He paused. "Are you doing ok, Neg? How are you holding up?"

I rubbed my temples for a moment.

"Sorry," I murmured. "I didn't mean to snap."

I rubbed my jaw for a moment just thinking over the events that happened that day.

"Jim said he's going to try and get my name cleared. It was self defense, but we will see."

Oswald

I reached across and grabbed Nygma's right hand in mine. My thumb gently brushing over each of his knuckles.

"No matter what happens you will always have me, and don't you forget it!" I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I don't really care about what GCPD does about the situation. Well I guess I care a bit because I'd hate to see you locked up for a long while...I'd miss you too much. But what I'm trying to say, is that I care more how all of this is affecting you personally and how you are doing. This isn't an interrogation. I won't pry. I just genuinely want to know what is going on in that brilliant mind of yours. Or if you are sad, stressed any of the other emotions one can feel, I want to know. Share some of your burden with me. I don't want you to ever walk the road you're traveling on alone ever again. Do you understand, Neg?"

Nygma

I looked to my hand in his taking my other hand and placing it over the top of his.

I smiled gently, "Thank you, Oswald. I guess I am fine, I mean I don't appreciate the situation but it is out of my control. It was the Riddlers mess, I just have to deal with it. I am sure Jim will clear my name. I just need to lay low after this, keep my head down. My position with the GCPD is very valuable to you and I need to stay where I am for you."

I brought his hand to my lips kissing the top of it watching him with gentle eyes.

"I believe the Riddler absorbed most of the fear serum but still some remained in my system. I had visions of you leaving me." I sighed weakly.

Oswald

I swallowed hard before speaking next trying to push back all of the memories of that night I found Nygma.

"I know. I was there, Neg." I spoke slowly and softly, choosing my words carefully. "I heard it all, even most of the parts with your mother. I cried with you and if I ever meet that bitch, I'll have some words to say to her." I glared slightly at the thought.

"When you started shouting about me leaving you for Gordon, I held you close and tried everything to break you from the state you were in but my words just couldn't make it through the fog of your dream state." I said with an edge of frustration more at the fact of remembering how helpless I was in the situation than at Nygma himself.

"Though had you not been in the state of mind you were in, I would've given you a bit of hell for even suggesting the idea. I mean come on, Nygma...Me with Gordon?! Preposterous!" I chuckled and kissed his hand in return.

"My eyes have and always will be fixed on you."

Nygma

My eyes watered slightly listening to him speak. He was there for me and I didn't even realize. He had held me while I was off battling my own fears. When I felt the most alone, he was there holding me.

Tears began to sneak along my face and I turned for a moment wiping them away.

I chuckled weakly at him commenting about being with Gordon.

"Sometimes our fears are the most irrational," I murmured. "And to be honest, before I met you I would watch you come to visit Jim often. I was jealous, and that was because the man I was infatuated with was interacting with this stranger. So I guess the fear manifested from now you being the one I loved leaving me for the man who broke my heart in the beginning. It's not something I outwardly think about, just something that may have been in there somewhere."

Instead of speaking, Oswald simply leaned into my resting his head on my chest, his eyes looked up into my face. A warm smile slowly spread across his face.

I smiled down to him and stroked his cheek gently. "What?" I asked leaning back into the booth.

It felt better to get thoughts off my chest, I could breathe easier now knowing he knew what I went through.

"Nothing, Nygma dear. Just thinking about how lucky I am to love you." Oswald's smile grew wider as he nuzzled his face in to my neck.

I blinked at his response but the smile never left my face. "I think I'm the lucky one," I whispered stroking his hair. "You put up with me."

"You really don't give yourself a lot of credit, Neg. There are so many great qualities about you. The first being that smile of yours. The smile was what first caught my interest, you know." Oswald closed his eyes as he felt me stroking his hair.

I smirked softly at that. "Well I guess I'm a bit of a charmer then." I chuckled just closing my eyes. "All this room needs is a nice fireplace and I'd never leave." I teased gently.

Oswald

"I guess I'll just have to remodel the place then." I replied back to his quip chuckling myself.

I reached up grabbing Nygma's necktie pulling his face down toward mine. My lips planted firmly on his.