#edwardnygmaoneshot

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(Not) Worth It (Edward x reader)

I am so ridiculously sorry and frankly embarrassed at how long it took me to write this request. i apologize for stalling, and hope that this is to your liking.

   “Guess what?” you call as you burst through the doors to the filing room. Your demeanor deflates when you see Officer Dougherty with his fist raised and an unconscious Ed in his other. You were sick of it, this was the last straw. Your face contorts into a frown, turning to your right, you slam the files that were in your hand atop the nearest filing cabinet. The mere sound of it sends the other two officers running. You chuckle slowly at their cowardice as you watch them run away, “I see you’ve seemed to have forgotten last week’s lesson.” your voice was low, dripping with malice, your eyes having gone wide. You slam the door shut as you turn around laughing, “I guess I’ll just have to reteach it.” Tom had let go of Ed, tossing him to the floor. Your gaze returns to Tom, your knuckles growing whiter. You smirk at him, knowing he wasn’t going to recover soon, “Shall we begin?”

   “Knock knock.” you say softly as you lean against the door frame.    “Come in.” Ed responds, not bothering to look up from his deskwork. You smile sympathetically at him as you walk over to him,    “How ya holdin’ up?” you ask , bringing your clipboard closer to your chest. He looks at you, the darkening bruise developing on his left temple answering your question, “You look like a punching bag.” you joke trying to get him to smile. Instead he looks down hastily,    “Better me than her.” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. But you hear it, your heart stopping at the words. You look down, understanding what he’d meant,     “Kringle.” you mutter softly, in an almost disbelief. Your breath hitches as you realize he’d done  all that just for her. He threw himself intentionally into harm’s way, for her. Your grip tightens on the clipboard. All of this for her, no, all of this because of her.    “Y/n?” Ed calls softly upon seeing your distressed look,    “Is it worth it?” you ask quietly as you loosen your grip.    “What do you-” he starts but you interrupt him,    “Is she worth it?” your voice barely reaches above a whisper, but he could hear you clearly, “I mean I know you love her, but is she worth getting yourself beaten to a pulp?” You go to meet his gaze, but he breaks it in favor of the floor,    “I love Ms. Kringle.” he says, as if for reassurance, “And Officer Dougherty doesn’t deserve a woman like her. She’s sweet and smart and if I can just prove to her that I’m a better man for her than him, she’ll be with me.” You shake your head, as your eyes begin glazing over,    “But what about Tom?” you ask, your voice wavering slightly, “Everything he does to you, all the beatings, all the trash he talks. The way him, and his troupe look down on you. Is she worth all that?” He nods softly,   “I love her.” he says again, your heart cracking, “And I know that even though I can’t beat him physically. I am still intellectually better. It may not be much right now, but it’ll count for something. If I show him that he doesn’t scare me and that I can take any beating he throws my way then he’ll stop throwing them, just like last time.” your eyebrows crease,    “Last time?” you ask, unsure of what he meant.    “I don’t know much, but I know he was beating me, but I passed out.” he says, his eyes darting, trying to remember, “But I assume he stopped because he got bored. The only punch that was bruised, was this one.” He points to the previous one on his left temple, “So if I continue to do that, he’ll stop wanting to fight me entirely.” You groan, frustrated that he’d been thinking that's why Tom had stopped beating him.    “Ed, that’s not-” You pause, unsure if you should tell him. You look at him, able to see that he was interested. You sigh, you didn’t want to tell him. He didn’t need to know you protected him, after all he was only doing so to ‘protect’ Kringle, “That won’t work. Men like Tom Dougherty don’t just tire from the same...” your voice beginning to grow bitter, “They get off on beating up people they deem weaker than themselves. They won’t let off until being forced to do so.” You stop, thinking about it. You’d protect him this entire time, yet, he doesn’t know, and probably wouldn’t. He’d been protecting Kringle, she knows this, and yet she still doesn’t care. You and him were basically the same, “I’m not like you Ed.” Your voice settles, softer than before, “I can’t keep getting myself hurt because of a person I love.” You turn, your breath uneven, “Bye Ed.” Ed watched as you left, speechless; unknowingly letting you slip through his fingers.

   “I know what you did.” A voice says from behind you. You pause, fighting the instinct to respond, having already figured out who it was. You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction, not when your heart was already weak, moments away from shattering. “I’ll wait.” They say, their voice almost pompous. You sigh inwardly, you needed a change of scenery, staying here would only lead to disaster. So you begin putting away your files, opting out to finish them another day. You look up to see Ms. Kringle guarding the door and you sit back down, pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation.    “Yes Ms. Kringle?” you ask, not wanting to deal with her. She saunters over to your desk. You raise an eyebrow at her obvious faux confidence.    “Tom hasn’t been to work for three days.” She says accusingly. Her hand resting on her hip.     “Well I assume it’s because he needed a day to rest, and another to recover.” You smirk, pretending to think, “The third is probably just for show.” You flash a smile. You weren’t trying to have this conversation, “But honestly it’s none my business, he is your boyfriend. I wish you wouldn’t include me in your toxic relationship.” You stand, readying to leave, enforcing your decision. Yet Kringle apparently had other ideas as she, yet again, blocked your only exit. You smiled, staring deeply into her eyes, “Ms. Kristen Kringle, I do believe it’d be in everyone’s best interest if you refrained from continuing to block my exit.” Your smile dropped, “Unless you wish to get physical.” You intended to scare her into moving, but seeing a sense of familiarity wash over her face, you were reminded of just how toxic her relationship was. You pause, you hated her, but she didn’t deserve that. You sigh inwardly. You grab her arm pulling her to you, “What do you want?” Her eyes shift, surveying the room trying to remember,    “It’s a violation of station rules to assault an officer.” she states, having found the words. You let go of her, completely done with her. She had no valid points, yet she came here to disrupt you anyway. “I’ll report you.” You pause, and then shrug, picking up your phone, ready to leave.    “Okay.” you say as you go to leave,    “That’s it?” she says and a misplaced anger begins to boil inside of you, “you’ll let me report you?”    “Yep.” you say as the anger begins doubling over, “Because you’re not going to do it.”     “And why not?” she asks, as she goes to block your exit again, letting all control leave your body, the misplaced anger showing itself.    “Because you’re a brat.” you say, your voice hardening. She opens her mouth but you shove your hand over her mouth, “No. See you don’t get to talk. Not this time. You can be a brat with your dick of a boyfriend. You can be a brat at work, home and anywhere else. But not with me. You don’t be a brat with me. Because you won’t like how I respond.” Your hand unknowingly lowers to her throat, “See if it were up to me, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Your hand begins tightening, “but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to be able to learn his place. So it’s his fault. With that being said, keep me out of your thoughts and keep my name out of your mouth. Because if you try this again-” Ed’s face appears over hers and you realize what you’re doing. You let go of her and sigh, your entire demeanor changing,    “Just because he likes you doesn’t mean I have to.” You say softly, “Please stay away from me.”

   “Ms. Kringle isn’t good for you.” You say, avoiding eye contact, “I don’t think she’s worth it. Any of it.” You sigh, bending over to splash water in your face. This wasn’t going to work. No matter how many times you said it, no matter how many ways you said it; you’d never be able to say it to his face. ‘Maybe it’s me who’s not worth it.’ You think to yourself. Your mind goes back to all those times you’d protected him, he’d been protecting Kringle. Thinking about the way his face lit up when he saw her and even when he talked about her, made you realize it never did when he was with you. “All this time it was me.” You say softly. “I’ve been projecting myself on her this entire time. I’m not worth it.” You stare into the mirror, the face staring back confirming it. “I’m the one who’s not worth it.” Your knees buckle in realization.    “Resigning?” Captain Essen asks, shock evident in her eyes. You nod your head in response, “Could I ask you why?”    “Things have grown... toxic for me.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact, “I fear for my mental stability.”    “I get that.” She says making you look up in surprise, which she returns with a smile. “I heard you held your own against Dougherty. He’s a pretty big guy, must take a toll on a person.” You look at her, eyebrow raised, at what she was implying. She smirks, walking over to you, “I like you Y/n. You’re one of my best detectives.”     “But I barely do detective work. I mostly just file.” You admit. She shakes her head,    “Nah, I still like ya.” She says, resting her arm over your shoulder, “Now bear with me.” She tosses your letter on the desk, “I’ll give you a week of paid suspension, then you can come back.” You open your mouth to protest but she shakes her head again, silencing you, “If you feel like you still don’t belong, then you can leave. Deal?” She raises an eyebrow, making you sigh. You nod,    “Fine.” You start, trying to hide the smirk you felt inside, “But only because you’re my favorite Captain.” She chuckles,    “I’m your only captain.” She retorts, smiling as she sits back down.     “I guess it kinda works itself out then.” You add right before you leave, and as you go you can hear her laughter. 

   “Oh, hello.” A voice says, but again, you fight the instinct to look their way; this time for an entirely different reason, “It’s empty in here.” You inhale, your emotions beginning to bubble.    “Yes.” you answer, heart heavy.    “Well, I need a little help.” He says, teetering by the door. You pause, waiting for him to continue. You nod, signaling for him to continue, as you also continue placing items into your bag.    “Well.” He says, pausing to think of how to phrase it, “I-I have been having trouble crafting the perfect riddle.” You pause, surprised, “F-for Ms. Kringle, I mean.” Your almost smile disappears, as tears begin pooling in your eyes. He continues talking as he begins to fidget, probably explaining his thought process, but you weren’t really listening. You were busying yourself, packing, a lame attempt at trying to keep yourself from breaking apart further. You inhale again, shakily this time, and your eyes betray you, leaking ever so slightly. “What do you think?” he asks, breaking through your wall of despair. You stare at the frame of you and Ed that you kept on your desk and wipe your eyes. You pull a fake smile,    “It’ll be lovely.” You say, steadying yourself, “She should love it.” Your smile falls lopsided, and you pass by him, eyes glued to your feet.

   You return home, placing your items near the door, knowing that you’d be trashing them eventually. Plopping onto the couch you sigh, relaxation finally settling in. But just as you begin to relax, the weight you carried hardened, and you began feeling it all; everything you ever held in, ever felt, never said released itself. And like a floodgate, the tears spilled.

   “L/n,” Edward says looking at his clipboard, “I believe the best way-” He pauses, realizing you weren’t here. He looks around, perplexed, it had been three days, and you still hadn’t shown. Part of him grew worried, but he knew it couldn’t have been bad, could it?

   “Captain Essen?” He calls, and she looks up at him,    “What is it Edward?” She asks, scourging her desk for missing files. He pauses, unsure of how to phrase what he was thinking. “Yes, Edward?” She asks again, this time looking at him, her eyes ushering him to talk. He swallows the lump in his throat, his eyes favoring his feet,    “The case files suggested that with the angle of the stab wound, the stab itself would have to have come from a suspect who is likely to be 5’9”.” He spat out, ridiculing himself for not asking what he originally intended to. Her eyebrows knit together,    “Thank you Edward.” She says unsure if that was really his reason for entering. Nevertheless he turns to leave, no other words being uttered. She slumps into her chair, knowing that without Y/n’s help she wouldn’t find the files. Then it clicks, “Edward,” She calls and he pauses before he closes the door.    “Yes?” He asks, peeking his head in, his face still solemn. She smiles softly at him,    “She’s on paid suspension.” 

   A knock on the door startles you. Glancing around, you second guess whether you’d actually heard it or not. However, as you begin to doze off, the knock resounds again and you groan.    "I’m coming!” you shout as you sluggishly force yourself off of the couch. You stretch as you walk and to your disdain they knock again, "I am coming to the door!” you sigh as you reach the doorknob. You hesitate, opting to instead look through the peephole. You stop, your nerves rising on edge, "Hello Nygma.” you call through the door,    “YN." His voice calls, and your heart leaps, "You've not been to work in four days now.”    "That’s correct.”    ''I- is everything alright?”    "Everything is fine.” You lie, and you can feel his hesitation, "I promise.”    “Are-” he pauses, clearly unsure, “if..” another pause, "truly?”    "Ed," you beckon, your heart racing, “I’m perfectly fine.” There's a shuffle behind the door, and you let go of the breath you’d been holding. He was gone, and a part of you left with him.

   You awake to a familiar aroma. You enter your kitchen to find tupperware of what appeared to be your favorite food.    “I didn’t…” you say aloud to yourself. You pause, trying to put things together.    “Oh, that was me.” A voice says and you whip around quickly, but pause, seeing who it was. “S-sorry.” Edward stutters having noticed your fight stance. You feel your emotions swell as you relax your stance.    “Why?” You ask as you slowly go to sit on the floor. “Why are you here Ed?” He pauses noticing your slow movements,    “I, I still had a key. And I was just leaving I promise. I don’t want to bother you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I assumed you were just under the weather and I was worried that-”    “I’m not ‘under the weather’ Edward. I’m fine.” You repeat, "I’m fine.”    “Why do you keep saying that?” he asks, "You're not. a-and i’m not sure why, but please let me help.”    "You can’t help.”    “Why?”    "Because you can’t.”    “Why? Y/n, why?”    “Because if you help me I might fall even farther in love with you!” You shout, finally cracking, tears stream from your eyes as you completely melt, your back against the floor, “because I’m in love with you.” you cover your face, “and you’re in love with her.” you pause catching your breath, “and you won’t stop being in love with her no matter what I say or do and it's not fair because she doesn’t even deserve you.” you sigh through your hands, “and I guess that means I don’t deserve you.” your tears finally begin to slow, but your heart fastens when you realize you couldn’t hear anything over your pathetic sobs.     “You don’t deserve me,” his voice whispers, and had you not been listening for it--you wouldn’t have heard it. You inhale sharply, knowing that it was true, but not having wanted to hear it from his own mouth. You feel hands wrap around your wrists, swaying them from your face, “not when I don’t even deserve you.” Your eyes meet his, and you notice a glossiness to them. You reach a hand to his face,    “You deserve to be happy.” You say, your brain finally accepting your false truth, “and if she is what makes you happy, then she’s worth it.” he chuckles softly,   “You’re what makes me happy.” he says, eyes not leaving yours, “I’m” he pauses, “I’m sorry I didn’t see that.” You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off with a hug, “You’re worth it, because you make me happy, and I would rather lose a thousand Kringles than lose one you.” Your arms finally wrap around him, accepting the warm embrace you hadn’t known you needed.

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Trouble Believing (Edward x Reader)

Sorry it took so long for such a short story!

  You look at the drink in your hand and smile. This one drink had gave you love.

  “Oh my…” A man says to you a you sit up, and frown, noticing your drink had been spilled all over your new f/c blouse. You look at him ready to destroy him, but you quickly melt under his soft brown gaze, “Are you alright?” He gives you his hand and you smile,   “Well I just stained my new blouse, I just spilt my favorite drink, and,” You look at your watch as he helps you up, and sigh, “now I'm late to my interview. So I probably lost a job I never had. But yeah… I’m alright.” He frowns, but then slowly smiles,   “It doesn't quite lie in your stomach, it lies above, and is often thought as a symbol of love.” He says, and you look at him confused,   “Oh, it’s a riddle.” You smile, but then frown, “I’m sorry, but I don’t quite know the answer.” He smiles,   “That’s okay.” Then he hands you a piece of paper, “I’ll tell you tonight at dinner. Consider it a sorry for my mistakes.” He then hurrys off and you stand there confused, with a man’s number, and an address. You shrug your shoulders, what else was there to lose?   That night he’d introduced himself, and you two quickly became the apple of each other’s eye.

  “Could I also have a black coffee?” You ask the barista seeing as how there were no more customers in line. He nods and you pay for it as you look at the time. You stared at it, hoping time would move just a little bit quicker. You sigh, but quickly smile after hearing your name called out. You grab the coffee and begin your walk.

  “Well hello…” An officer says to you, as you walk into the GCPD. He winks at you, and you immediately feel disgusted, “And why might a pretty young thing like you being doing in such a many place like this?” You internally puke, but kept your smile up, remembering why you had come here in the first place,   “Oh yes. I just remembered.” You say as you quickly scan the crowd not seeing your beloved, “Ummm… Do you know where I could find Eddy?” He looks at you puzzled.   “We don’t have a Eddy.” He then smirks, “But we do have a Tommy.” He winks at you again and you frown. You then look at his badge noticing that it had read Thomas Dougherty. You sigh,   “Look I’m just here to see my boyfriend Edward Nygma. Can you please point me in the direction he’s in?” You ask flatly not wanting to deal with him anymore. But upon hearing what you had said he laughed. He. Laughed. All essence of your happiness left, and you stood there frustrated,   “You’re hilarious.” He says as his laughter begins to die, “I could marry you. You’re so funny.” You tense at his comment, which he notices, “You’re not joking?” He looks you up and down, “You’re actually dating Edward Nygma!?” His voice so loud, he was basically yelling. Everybody at The GCPD had turned their heads, and looked at you. And thus the whispering had begun. You sigh,   “Thanks.” You say as you go to the sitting area, knowing that now nobody was going to help you now.

  “Are you really Edward’s girlfriend?” A girl with red hair and cat eye glasses asks, and that just drives you over the edge.   “No i’m not.” You say with the most sarcastic tone you could muster. She looks at you shocked,   “Really?” She asks, “I really thought that-”   “YES! I am actually Edward Nygma’s girlfriend! You moron.” You accidentally yell, sending her scurrying away. You shake you head and sigh. “What’s the point? I might as well leave. I mean the coffee’s already cold.” You say to yourself. You pick up your bag and the coffee and head back out, everybody watching your every movement. You sigh as you stand in the doorway, “I’m leaving now.” You announce to everyone, “So now would be a good time to stop talking about me and actually do your fucking jobs.” You turn around to see everyone still staring at you and you shake your head.   “Wait!” A voice shouts, but you continue walking out the door, “Y/N! N/N! WAIT!” You turn around to see Edward,   “Eddy…” you say softly, a smiling pulling on your face.   “Please don’t go…” He says as he approaches you,   “Ed-” you start but you’re abruptly interrupted by his lips on your own. You smile into the kiss, as you kiss back. Everyone begins gasping, and people, once again, begin to murmur. It was as if they had nothing better to do.   “A heart.” Edward says as he breaks the kiss off. You look at him confused, “The answer to the riddle all those years back was a heart.” He pulls out a box, and gets on a knee, “And I’d love to give mine to you.” You stare at him in shock, “What I’m saying is; Y/N, will you marry me?” Your smile grows larger, and a few tears fall.   “Of course!” You say, smiling, “Yes, Ed, I will marry you!” He smiles and twirls you around.   “I’ll love you to the moon and back.” He says as he pulls you in for yet another kiss.

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Idiot (Edward x Reader)

   This goes out to @cecesunshine-fanfictions I am sooooo sorry this took so long! Please forgive me.

  “Just leave him alone.” You say. He just looks at you and laugh.   “As if,” he says, and he pushes you against the filing cabinets, “Weaklings need to learn how to be controlled.” You look up at him,   “Why are you so mean?” You ask, and he smirks,   “That’s just how reality is.” He says as he rolls up his sleeves.   “Leave her alone.” A voice says, and you turn your head to see Edward in the doorway. You smile at him, and Tom laughs,   “Well well well.” He stands back up, “look who it is. Y/n’s boyfriend.” You blush at the statement and Ed just shakes his head,

  “Leave her alone.” He says again   “Or what?” He asks, and Edward looks around for a second unsure of what to do,   “Or…” he looks, at you then stands up a bit straighter, “Or I’ll report you for harassment, and you’ll get fired.” Tom snarls at this,   “Fine.” He says, but then mumbles something under his breath and leaves. Edward watches then immediately rushes to you,   “Are you alright?” He asks helping you up, “Why’d you pick a fight with him?” You shrug, ��“Well somebody had to stand up for you.” You say and he shakes his head,  “You didn’t have to.” He says as you both pick up the files that were knocked over.  “Edward,” you say looking at him, “I’d take a shot for you any day.” He smiles,  “I would too. I mean for you.” He stumbles over his words, “I mean… Well we’re friends, so I’d take a shot for you too. Cause friends do that. Right?” He looks at you unsure, and you smile at him,   “Yeah…” you say slowly, something breaking in you, “Cause we’re friends.” He hugs you and you sigh whilst you hug him back.

  “My friend wanted me to go on a double date with her, but I don’t want to go with any random person.” You say as you lean on his desk, “She’d said she’d find somebody, but I don’t want to go on a date with a random person. I don’t like random people.” You look at him and he continues to look at his papers, not paying you much attention, “Would you go with me?”   “Yea sure.” He says, and you look at him shocked,   “ED!”   “What?” He asks, unsure of why you were calling his name. You sigh,   “You realize what you just agreed to, right?” You ask, and he nods slowly,   “To keep you company at your friends date that way you don’t feel like you’re third wheeling right?” He asks, and you internally frown,   “Yep!” you say sarcastically, “Just to keep me company…” You slump onto the desk, “It’s tonight at 7. We’re going to y/f/r, then the carnival. It’s my favorite restaurant. I doubt you even care.” You say quietly then exit the room. He nods, not having torn his eyes off of his work.   “You Idiot!!!” A voice shouts and he looks around, not having seeing anything. He turns his head to the right and jumps upon seeing him in front of his face, “Well hello to you too.” his voice drips with sarcasm,   “What do you want?” Edward asks, his teeth clenched,   “Don’t worry Eddy boy, this isn’t about you…” He says as he sits where you had sat not to long ago, “It’s about Y/n.” Ed glares at him,   “Don’t. Touch. Her.” he says, angrier than ever. His counterpart looks at him, with a noticeable smirk on his face,   “Why? I mean I should.” He gets up and fixes his tie, “After all it’s not like you want to.” Ed face falls, and he stares at him shocked,   “What are you talking about?” he asks, and his counterpart looks at him with a fake shocked look on his face,   “Oh my…” He places his hand on his heart, “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”   “Obviously not.” Edward says, and in a flash his darker self was on his desk, in front of his face again,  “You insolent, riddling fool!” He basically screams, making Edward jump in his desk, “You think you’re sooo smart, but you’re blind. You realize. I might just have to take over…” He smiles at him, and looks him straight in the eyes. Edward soon becomes sleepy. He almost gives in, but after remembering why he was doing this awoke, stopping his darker side from taking over. Upon seeing this, his darker self looks at him surprised,   “I won’t let you get anywhere near her.” He says as he grabs his hand, “But you will tell me what you were speaking of.” He rolls his eye, ripping his hand from his grip.   “You’re such an idiot.” He says, under his breath, as he leans against the wall, “Y/n likes you, dumbnut.” Edward looks at him shocked,   “You’re lying.” Edward says in disbelief. His darker self shakes his head,   “Think about all your conversations Ed. Don’t be dumb.” He says and Edward shakes his head. He looks up, but finds no one.   “What is he talking about?” He asks aloud. He feels someone slap him mentally, and he immediately understands, “Oh…”

  “What’s beautiful, but also intelligent, funny, but also serious, strong, but also amazing?” Edward says as you open the door. You look at him in shocked that he actually came to pick you up. You want to smile, but stop yourself, after remembering what he said earlier.   “I don’t know.” You say as you look at him in his suit, “What?”   “You.” he says as he gives you a bouquet of flowers, “I’m sorry for not realizing it earlier.” You look at him confused, but happy nevertheless.   “What?” You ask, and he takes your face in his hands,   “I like you too.” he says and kisses you.

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An Eventful Spring Break (Edward x Reader)

  You watch as the clouds zoom by, finding that the only way to solve your boredom. You sigh inwardly as you look down at the packet of paper.   “Choose a city, with a crime-ridden status. Go to their police department, interview one of their top performing officers. Make sure to ask conflicting questions.” You say aloud rereading it for what you assume to be the twentieth time. You shake your head, but smile as you finally see the sign welcoming you to Gotham. It literally took forever to get to Gotham all the way from Virginia. You stretch as you quickly see Gotham Royal Hotel come into view. You smile as the car pulls to a stop. The door is opened for you and you get out, still stretching. You catch yourself from falling and smile at the person next to you,

  “Follow me.” he says as another person grabs your bags. You walk into the lobby still following the man as the other person follows you. You look around, for a such crime filled city, this hotel was very posh. A young boy followed by an older looking man runs past you knocking you down. You groan, looking at all your papers sprawled everywhere. You sigh as you pick all the papers up and hurriedly run not to loose the man. He shows you your room and the other guy puts your suitcases on the bed, and he hands you the key. They both leave and you flop onto the bed. You look at the ceiling and smile, noticing that it was a painting of a galaxy. You turn around and eye the papers,   “This is not how I expected to spend my spring break.” you say to yourself. You sit up as you notice a few papers that weren’t yours, “Case papers?” You scan them for anything that could tell you who they were for, “Ivy pepper and Selina Kyle?” You shake your head, You could probably give these to the officers once you get to the GCPD. You unpack your suitcases and pull out your favorite book and a lollipop. You lay in your pajamas as you read with the covers tightly over you.

  “Okay so I have to take the bus to the station and from there I’d be looking for I think Gordon?” You say to yourself as you walk down the sidewalk, “and the bus comes in…” You look at your phone, but after seeing the time, you realized you’d be late. So you ran. You ran as fast as you could without trying to bump into people. Sadly you failed, and you soon found yourself colliding with the pavement.   “Oh dear!” a masculine voice says, “Are you okay?” You feel hands lift you up, but you kept your eyes closed, the pain in stinging your face. You sigh, as you keep rubbing your face,   “I’m so sorry.” you say to him as you look at the pavement, “I was in a rush for the bus,” You see the bus drive by, and sigh, “Which i’ve now missed.” You look up at him, and inwardly gasp, he was kinda cute.   “Oh…” he says as he looks at you, “I could uh.. Treat that… If you want me too.” He says and you shake your head,   “It’s okay.” you say as you remember why you were here, “I have work to do. I need to go to the GCPD.” You think about where it is. You’ve never really looked at a map. You look in the direction that the bus was going, well might as walk in that direction.   “I-I know where the GCPD is.” a voice says as you begin walking. You turn around to see the guy you had bumped into. You look at him skeptically,   “Um… I don’t know.” You say as you think about an excuse to tell him, “I’m in a bit of a hurry.” he smiles,   “Oh it’s fine.” he says, “I used to work there, I know the fastest route.” He smiles as he holds out his hand, “You want to get there or not?” You shrug your shoulders, there was nothing left to lose,  “Okay.” you grab his hand, “Let’s go.”

 “What’s nowhere but everywhere, except where something is?” he asks as he begins to slow to a stop. You look at him, but then think about it.  “Oh..” you say as you remember having heard this one before, “Nothing.” He smiles at you,  “Which is exactly what my schedule is full of later today.” he eyes you, “Unless of course you’d help me change it.” You look at him confused. At least until you realized what he was saying,   “Are you asking me on a date?” you ask baffled,   “Yes I am.” he says, “I, Edward Nygma, am asking you, Y/f/n Y/l/n, out on a date.” he smiles at you, “What does, the lovely y/n say?” You smile at him,   “Yes.” you say to him, wanting to scream in joy, even though you had just met the man.   “Tomorrow at 7.” he says, as he gives you a paper with an address, and then he is gone. You smile to yourself, but the sound of clatter rips you from your daze.   “Right…” you say as you walk into the GCPD.   “Oh hi.” you say as you come face to face with the person who you had met your first day in Gotham. You look at him and he just stares at you,   “Hello?” he asks, clearly confused,   “You knocked me over when you were dashing out of the hotel.” you say as a look of remembrance flashed on his face.   “Oh! Right.” he says, “I am so sorry I did not mean to.” you shake your head,   “No it’s alright.” you say, “But…” you look through your bag, “I think you dropped this.” you say as you hand him the case files you found in your stack of papers. He smiles upon seeing them,   “Oh thank you!” he says, “ I was looking for these. I assume you would like something as compensation.” You shake your head,   “No it’s really not necessary.” You say to him and he looks at you surprised,   “You don’t want my money?” he asks,   “Why would I?” you ask, “Besides how am I supposed to know if you have money or not?” The look on his face was indescribable,   “You don’t know who I am?” he asks and you shake your head,   “Am I supposed to?” you ask, “Besides this is my first time visiting. So I don’t really know anyone here.” He looks at you and smiles,   “Bruce Wayne.” He says as he holds out his free hand, which you shake, “And this is my butler Alfred Pennyworth.” You shake his hand also,   “I’m Y/n.” you say, smiling knowing you now had potential friends,   “We could give you a tour today.” he says, “If you’re free that is.”   “Sure,” you say knowing you could put it off until tomorrow, “But could you point me to which officer is James Gordon.” He nods and points to him. You quick take a picture so you could reference it later,  “Sure. Let’s go.” 

  “Thanks Bruce!” You say after you guys hug, “That was a fun tour. You must really love this town.” He nods,   “Yeah.” he says distantly, “I want to be able to protect it.” You smile at him as he walks off with Alfred. He’s a nice guy.  “I’m glad I befriended him.” you say to yourself as you walk up to your room. Once inside you repeat your nightly routine, and soon enough you’re tucked under the covers, in your pajamas finishing another book.

  “According to the statistics and a few newspapers, Penguin seems to be the reason that the crime is at an all time low. I think it’s one of the lowest percentages the city has ever seen. Doesn’t this peg the question on whether or not your jobs are actually necessary?” You ask and he looks at you shocked. He opens his mouth but then closes it.   “Well you see-” He starts but then is immediately cut off,   “No comment.” Another voice says, and you both look up who you assume to be Harvey Bullock, “I’m Harvey Bullock, Captain of this here establishment.” You roll your eyes at his statement and smile,   “So you’re taking credit of this?” You ask, knowing that he would be baffled, and as you suspected he was. He stared down for a moment, then at Jim then at you,   “No comment.” he says yet again, and for an unknown reason all three of you laugh.

  “There are really great people here.” you say over the phone, “Surprisingly.” You both laugh and you smile to yourself,   “Where’d you choose to go?” You ask b/f/n. You could hear them sigh over the phone,   “Detroit.” B/f/n says, “It’s pretty dope here though.” then they pauses, which you knew was for dramatic effect, “Surprisingly.” you shake your head,   “Really?”   “Oh yeah.” B/f/n says, and you could hear them gasp, “Wait.”   “What?”   “Don’t you have a date tonight?” They ask and you sit up on your bed,   “Oh shoot.” you say to yourself, “You right! I gotta go.”   “You go glen coco.” b/f/n says before you hear a dial tone.

  “Sorry I’m late.” You say as you walk up to him and he smiles at you,   “It’s okay.” he says as he kisses your hand, “I didn’t wait that long.” He smiles at you, “Shall we?” You curtsey overdramatically,   “We shall.” you say as both of you walk to the top of the building where a candle light dinner stood in front of you.

  “What’s green and then red?” he asks, after you finished laughing,   “Ummmm…” you think about it, “i don’t know.”   “Frogs in a blender.” he says and you’re laughing again.   “Okay um…” you say thinking off a riddle that he wouldn’t know, but then you sigh, “I can’t think of any that you wouldn’t know the answer to.” he smiles at you,   “Well i am smart.” he says. And you shake your head,   “No.” you say smiling, “It’s ‘cause you were such thick framed glasses.” You say and he looks at you,   “But…” he says but stops after you take off his glasses. You close your eyes then put them on, and open them,   “Woaaahhh…” you say looking around, “Why didn’t you tell me you were blind.” You look around only able to see outlines. You reach your hand out to touch Edward’s face.   “What…?” he asks, you could tell he was trying to stop himself from laughing,   “How can you see anything in these?” you ask as you caress him face. You see, what you think is his hand reach out to you. Seeing as how the glasses were being pulled off you figured it was indeed his hand. You rub your eyes and blink a few times, “Yeah… you keep them.” he chuckles, “You look better in them anyway.” He smiles at you and you smile back.

  “I don’t know why you think it’s funny.” you say as he laughs at the fact that you had never really been kissed before. You sigh as you stand in front of the hotel with him still laughing. He stands straight up then looks into your eyes,   “I can change that if you want.” he says and before you can respond his lips are pressed against yours. Once realization hits it doesn’t take you long to melt into the kiss.

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Forever (Edward x Reader x Oswald)

This goes out to @fuckperfect67 Sorry it took so long!

  “Ahhh, Mr. Mayor.” You call as he leaves his office, “You need to sign these by Friday. Also the opry called. Apparently they’re having a re-grand opening and they want you there.” you hand him the papers, and a post-it with the date and time on it. He nods and walks back into his office, having forgotten why he came out, all the while looking at you bewildered. You go back to your desk and begin to work when he sticks his head out the door,   “Could you call Edward Nygma into my office?” he asked clearly confused,   “Of course Mr. Mayor.” You say as you press the number 2 then the call button.   “You’re doing great.” Edward says as he walks past making you smile to yourself, “What do you want?” You hear him say as he closes the door behind him.

  “Who’s that?” Oswald whispers, “Why is she here?” he stares at you intently, wondering how long you’d been there.   “Well I hired her while you were gone.” Nygma says as responds as he pushes up his glasses, “After all every successful business leader needs a P.A.”   “Wait!” Oswald says excitedly as he looks back and forth between you and Edward, “I have my own actual personal assistant?”   “No, Oswald.’ He says as he shakes his head, “We have ‘our own actual’ assistant.”   “Still Edward.” He says smiling brightly, “It’s still pretty cool.” Edward sighs knowing there was no use in arguing,   “Yes. Oswald, It’s ‘pretty cool’.” Edwards says dully, while rolling his eyes.

  A few days go by and you start noticing the your work get less and less, until it’s pretty much nonexistence. You sigh, sitting there bored out of your mind. The clock chimes letting you know it was time to go, and you pack up. You look around, the mayor’s hall was pretty empty, “Will I get fired?” you ask yourself as you begin walking out. Before you go Edward spots you and calls you over,   “You almost left without your paycheck.” Edward says as he hands you a roll of money. You take it and stare at it, “Sorry it’s not a check, but Oswald forgot to order more. So I just decided to it would be easier to pay you in cash.” You put it in your bag and look at the ground,   “Ummm…” you say not sure of how to phrase your words. You look up at him, and begin to notice how much taller he was compared to you,   “Did you want something?” he ask and you blush out of embarrassment,   “Oh, right. Umm…” You readjust your bag again, “Why did you hire me?” You look at him and notice his puzzled expression, “I mean. I have no experience for this job. And you guys don’t seem to have much need for a P.A. much anymore.” He looks down at you,   “Do you not want to work here?” He asks and you shake your head,   “No. I mean yes! I mean…” you sigh, “It’s just that-”   “You’re curious?”   “Well kinda…”   “You know-”   “Yea I know.” you say cutting him off, “Curiousity killed the cat.”   “Well it’s the good thing that the cat had nine lives.”   “Because satisfaction brought it back?”   “Exactly.” he says as he pats your head and walks away. You stand there confused,   “What just…” you ask yourself, “it was nothing.” you shake your head and begin to make your way home.

  “You know,” a voice says behind you and you turn around,   “Oh, Mr. Mayor.” You say as soon as you recognize Oswald.   “You can call me Oswald.” he says as you look at him,   “But that would be so informal.” You say remembering your first day, “Mr. Nygma said our relationship should be nothing but formal and professional.” He smile falters for a minute,   “Well then may I at least call you by your name.” he ask and you open your mouth but stop yourself,   “Mr. Nygma said in order to keep my job you can’t know my name.” You say quietly, he looks at you shocked then angry,   “Did he now.” He says and you look at him unsure of what to do.   “Yes, but you can always call me L/n.” you say and he smiles at you, but you can tell it wasn’t a happy smile.   “Of course L/n. Could you cause Nygma into my office please” He asks through gritted teeth.   “Sure thing Mr. Mayor.” You say as you hit 2 then the call button.   “What is it this time Oswald.” Edward asks in a bored tone, “If you forgot I have business to attend to.” Oswald looks at him,   “Your business can wait.” He says grinding his teeth, “Why can’t I know l/n’s name?” he asks straight to the point, “Why did you tell her that she can only keep her job is she basically doesn’t talk to me at all?” Oswald looks at him uninterested,   “This is what you called me for?” He asks and shakes his head, “Oswald you are a crime boss. You can’t have people like her, knowing all of our secrets. It’s proven that once you know someone’s name you automatically grow closer to them. Oswald you can’t risk falling for this woman. You don’t need another weakness.” He sighs, “Oswald, just trust me, if you ever learn her name, things will go spiraling downward.” Oswald thinks for a moment and Edward uses this as a time to leave,  “Then why do you know her name?” He asks stopping Edward. He turns to him, straight facing,   “Because unlike you.” he says and leaves, but turns around at the last moment, “There is no love in my heart.” He leaves and makes his way to the break room. Something broke inside of Oswald as he heard that.

  “I am so sorry!” You say as you hurry up and grab a towel and begin to try to clean it off. He stops you,   “It’s okay just take it to the cleaners,” he says as he begins to take of his blazer and his shirt. You blush and you take them from him. You make your way out but then you stop at the door,   “But what about your favorite mug?” You say as you look at the many pieces of glass that littered the floor.”   “It’s okay. Just clean it up when you get back.” He says as he stares at the remainder of all that was left of the mug he had had since he was in high school. “It’s not okay.” his voice comes out as a whisper and you had already gone, “Why do i feel this way?” He stares at the shard that held the imprint of the question mark, “Why?”

  “Awww.” you say as oswald comes to you desk, “aren’t these penguins so cute?” you look at him and he just stares at the screen, something written on his face that you wouldn’t  quite understand, “I think penguins are just the most cutest of the animals.” you say absentmindedly. He just smiles at you, “Ooh, your nickname should be Penguin.” his face falls, and he frowns, “You’re so cute. Just like a Penguin. You even have the hair for it.” You finally turn around to him and see his distraught face, “Omigosh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He looks at your face and his heart melts,   “It’s okay.” He says as he smiles, “I can be your penguin.”   “Hey Y/n!” A voice calls ruining the moment that you two were obviously having. You turn to see your best friend storming in,   “Geez! B/f/n you can’t just barge in here! This place is supposed to be heavily guarded. How did you get in?” You ask as they approach you,  “I just said I was Nygma’s little sister and that he asked me to meet him here.” They say shrugging their shoulders, “For some reason they easily believed me. You deadpan at her,   “Well, I was talking to the Mayor so give me a moment.” You say as you turn to him and he smiles at you,   “It’s okay Y/n we can talk about it later.” He turns but before he leaves he looks back at you, “By the way. You have a lovely name.”   “Ooooh,” B/f/n says, “he likes you.” You look at them shocked as they continue to and then look at Oswald’s office door, you'd never thought of him that way.

  “Is that Y/n?” a voice says in the background,   “Yes, Oswald.” Edward responds,   “Tell her that she can go home today. We won’t be back for a while.” He responds,   “I don’t know if you heard him or not, but Oswald says you can go home for today. We’re out, and I don’t want you just waiting in there all day. I’ll still pay you the same as if you were here. Okay?” He says to you, and you look at the phone silently, “Y/n are you still there?”   “Yes. I’m here.” you respond, “Yeah I’ll go home.” You sigh, they really didn’t have any need for you.   “Hey,” Edward says, his voice softening, “It’s okay.” he says simply, and you smile.   “Umm, Edward..” you say, unsure of what you were doing, “I-” You were cut off by the sound of a scream, and the sound of punching.   “I gotta go.” Edward says hurriedly and you soon hear the dial tone. You sigh,   “I hope they’re okay.” you say to yourself as you begin to pack up.

  “As it is now confirmed that the crime boss-” The tv shouts as you change channels, not really having cared for whatever the news anchor was going on about. Your stomach gurgles, and you sigh.   “What time is it?” you ask groggily, as you make your way to the fridge. You pick up a can of yogurt, which, upon opening, you realize is indeed expired. Groaning you finally check the time,   “Well, it’s shop now, or starve.” you sigh and put back on your shoes and coat and head to the store.

  “Who’d of thought I’d see you here?” A voice says as you drop the packs of paper you had picked off the shelf. You both bend down to pick it up.  “Thanks,” you say and you finally look up to see the person who had been talking to you, “Mr. Nygma?” He smiles at you,  “We’re not at work,” he says smirking, “Please call me Edward or Ed, if you prefer.” You blush, thinking about how many ways this scene could’ve gone, and therefore concluding that you watch too many animes.   “Well, Ed.” you say, seeing how his name would sound coming out of your mouth, “What brings you here?” You begin to walk with him. He shows you his basket,   “Work.” he says as you notice various supplies, most of which are usually used for building or destroying things,”And you?”   “Food.” you say bluntly, “Well that and a little bit of work. Which is why you saw me with the paper.” He opens his mouth to say something, but his phone rings and he smiles apologetically. He answers it and you notice his hand tighten on his basket. His voice hushes and you can no longer hear him. You look around unsure of what to do, when something catches your eye. You grab it smiling. You hurriedly put it in your basket, when you look up and notice something else behind it. And if it were even possible you begin to smile wider, “Definitely.” you say as you put that to in your basket and hide both of them, as you make your way to Edward just to find him gone. You frown and look at the time: 9:45 pm. You sigh and head to the checkout.

   “These came in for you both.” You lie as you sit two boxes on the desk, trying to hide your smile. They look at each other suspiciously, and you can’t help but wonder what they were saying to each other. Maybe there was more to them then you’ve come to learn in the past year? You shake your head, knowing that you knew them pretty well, “Well aren’t you going to open it?” You can’t help but to hide your excitement, “It’s not like it’s a bomb or anything.” you roll your eyes, and they exchange more looks. Edward picks up the box and holds his ear to it, and you can’t help but laugh, “Come on guys. Just open them.” They look at each other then open them, prepared for anything, but what it was.   “Y/n…” Edward says slowly as he picks up a mug with a f/c question mark,   “I saw it at the store and thought of how I had broke your favorite mug last month.” you say looking down, “ I know you said it was okay, but I saw how sad you were. Also sorry it’s not like the original. They only had f/c, and I figured since it’s my favorite color you might like it too.” He looks at you smiling,   “I love it.” he says immediately, Oswald watches this exchange and opens his box, and can’t help but smile either as he pulls out a similar mug but with an umbrella instead,   “I got that for you cause I noticed how you carry your umbrella everywhere. Though not recently anymore, so I thought you might’ve lost it. So I got that cause I figured you missed it. Also sorry about it being f/c also…” He shakes his head,   “It’s alright.” he smiles at you, “I love it a lot.” You all just stand there for a moment before the phone rings, “Well get back to work.” And you go to leave, but before you do Oswald stops you, “But before you go, can you give me a cup of coffee in my favorite mug?” he hands you the mug you got for him and you smile,   “Of course, Mr Mayor.” You say as you leave.   “What do you think you’re doing?” Edward says to Oswald, and Oswald hangs the phone back up,   “I’m just admiring my assistant and he lovely gift.” Oswald says looking through the blinds as he watches you wait for the coffee machine to finish. He waves at you, and you notice him and wave back.   “Our assistant Oswald.” Edward says then smirks, “Besides that git she got you was a last  second thought. Obviously she was thinking of me first, but then felt sorry that you didn’t get something so she got you that sorry excuse of a mug.” Oswald turns to him, frowning,   “Take that back.” he says, clearly a little mad, Edward smiles,   “What take back the truth?” He says knowing he’d won this battle, “Sorry. Can’t do that.” He turns around and leaves, “Oh Y/n!” he shouts, knowing Oswald would hear him.

  “If you so much as touch her!” Edward says as he storms into the office. But Oswald just waves him off,   “What am I supposed to do?” He says smirking, “FIre her? I mean, I won’t, but you can. Because hurting y/n’s feeling isn’t something I want to do. Look how much she likes working here. I would never do that, because I care for her. Unlike you.” Oswald’s smile had grown , knowing he’d won this argument, as Edward fumes out of the office,   “Oswald can never have Y/n. She’s mine!” He says as he closes his office door, he sees the mug he’d gotten from her a few weeks back, “I love her, more than he does.” Then it clicks in his head as he voice goes to a whisper, “I love her…” He then stands up, not realizing he had been on the floor, and goes to his phone and presses the call button,    “Yes?” your voice asks through the phone and he smiles at the sound of it,   “I’ve existed for over a million years. I change every day, and will never be the same twice. What am I?” He says quickly, wanting to get it out before he could change his mind. You don’t respond after a while, and he begins to grow nervous,   “A date?” you ask and he smiles,   “Yes.” He says, but then freezes, not having planned this far.   “Mr. Nygma?” you ask, after he doesn’t respond,   “Oh yes.” he says, snapping back into reality, “I was wondering if you would like to eat lunch with me? I mean you don’t have to,  I could just pick you up something.” He stammers on but hears you giggle,   “I’m sorry,” you say, his heart breaking slowly,   “She’s busy during lunch.” Another voice says, and he immediately identifies this as Oswald.   “But i’m not busy during dinner.” you say, to him, “I mean. Only if you want to.” He smiles brightly at this,   “YES! YES! OF COURSE.” He says but then calms down, “I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”

  “It was amazing.” You say into the phone, as you hear B/f/n squeal,   “You realize that that means BOTH of them like you.” they say, “Dare I say love you.” You blush madly,   “Both of them?” you say, unknowingly that they both had been listening in on your conversation, “I doubt it. I mean why would Oswald and Edward like me? I’m just there personal assistant?” Oswald clears his throat and you hurriedly say your goodbye, hang up the phone and turn to him. You couldn’t help but be shocked when you saw how angry he was,   “Call Nygma into my office.” He says and closes his office door immediately. You do so and Edward smiles at you as he walks by making you blush. As he closes the door and you begin to wonder what they were talking about.

  “SHE IS MINE!” Edward shouts to Oswald and Oswald throws his pencil holder at Edward,   “I SWEAR TO YOU EDWARD IF YOU EVEN TRY TO INTERFERE WITH US I WILL KILL YOU.” Edward snarls at Oswald   “YOU KNOW NOTHING.”   “YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS.”   “JEALOUS OF WHAT? YOUR DELUSIONS?”   “OF ME AND Y/N!”   “THERE IS NO YOU AND Y/N.”   “WANT TO BET?”   “I DON’T HAVE TO I ALREADY KNOW. BECAUSE-” Edward stops as the door open,   “Ummm,somebody wants you both.” you say shakily and instead of listening, they shake you off,   “NOT NOW Y/N!” Oswald shouts at you, “We actually have something important to do.” He slams the door and you hear them begin to yell at each other again, things occasionally begin thrown around. You gulp as you turn around to the group of guys standing there with large guns.   “T-they’re not available right now…” you say shakily as a guy approaches you,   “Well well well…” he says as he puts his hand under your chin and makes you look at him. The metal felt cold against your skin, and you couldn’t help but feeling scared for your life, “Looks like we’ll be stealing you right of their hands.” he turns to the rest of the gang, “Right boys!” You open your mouth to scream but a gag is placed in your mouth, “Can’t have you screaming. Either time.” he says winking at you, sending a shiver down your body. Tears begin flowing down your face as you wonder what you did to deserve this.

  “FINE!” Oswald say, huffing, as he falls to the floor, “We’ll just let Y/n decide.” He looks at Edward, who is lying against the door. Edward lazily nods at him and he begins to crawl to his desk, battered and bloody from their long fight, “Y/n come in here.”  After there was no response, Edward begin to get up. “Y/n.” Oswald says again, this time worry filling his face.” Edward’s adrenaline begins to kick in as he shoots up and opens the door and spots your empty desk,   “She’s not here.” He says and panic begins to set.   “It’s 10.” Oswald says trying to reassure himself, “Maybe she went home?” Edward shakes his head,   “She’d never leave without her bag.” he says as he notices it hanging from your chair, “Oswald, someone took her.” he grows angry, as he looks at the paper stabbed with a knife on your desk. He picks it up reads it and gives it to Oswald, who decides to read it out loud,   “Stole your bitch. Butch.” he balls it up and glares at it, “She’s not a bitch.” His tone grows darker,   “This is your fault.” Edward says as he begins growing angry, “If you hadn’t shouted at her. She wouldn’t be gone.” He grabs guns out of the wall and begin tossing them into a pile. He looks up to see Oswald on the phone. He storms up to him, just as he hangs up, “A phone call isn’t going to save her.” He pins him to wall angrily,   “Isn’t it?” Oswald says and Edward snarls.   “Someone called?” A voice says as Edward turns around to see Zsasz. He smiles as they pick up the guns and begin their way to kill Butch.   “Boss!” Someone yells, and Butch sighs. He looks back at you,

  “Stay. Or else.” he says his mouth next to your ear, “I can go again. Can you?” He picks up a shotgun and leave, and you stay there paralyzed. The sound of gun shots pull you back into reality and you curl up into a fetal position and cry, seeing as that is the only thing your mind could think of doing. The lights flicker off, and you can’t help but cry louder.   “Y/n!” a familiar voice shouts and you stop crying.   “Oswald?” You whisper.   “Y/n!” he shouts again and you use the rest of your strength and to bang on the room door you were in.   “I’m in here!” you shout. “I’m in here!” Your body soon gives up on you and you collapse, “I’m in here.” your voice barely a whisper, and soon you black out.

  You wake up and the lights blind you. You see a dark figure and you scream. Curling up into a ball, assuming past events were just a dream.   “Y/n. It’s okay.” A voice, you assume is Oswald’s say. You look up at see Oswald. You reach out to touch him, and when you touch him you instantly cry. “I’m here Y/n.”   “He-” You sputter trying to get the words out, but Oswald places his arms around you,   “It’s okay.” he says, rubbing your back, “We’re here now.” You hug him back, tears streaming from your face,   “We’ll always be here.” You hear Edward say, as you feel a second pair of arms wrap around you,   “Forever?”   “Forever.” They say in unison.

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All you need is hope (Nygma x Reader)

Warnings: attempt suicide, somebody dies, someone almost dies, and just really sad in general.

   You didn't really care much. "It's unhealthy" they said, but again, you didn't care. How could you? Your baby brother had been shot in crossfire, and it was all their fault. They'd not even paid attention to their surroundings. You paled at the thought. He had been your only family, at least the only one who you considered family. Sure you had a mother, but who could call family some one who abused you? So you ran away, only returning upon finding out about your baby brother. One the worst best decisions you have ever made. You look at the water below and you could see the smile on his face he'd worn that day.

  "Hey y/n, can we play hopscotch today?" Your baby brother asks as his eyes glisten with hope. You could never say no to him.   "Sure, I don't see why not." You say smiling, you wished you'd never had said that. You regret never having checked the papers, or even caring about the world around you. You sentenced him to death by saying so. Walking to the park, was a breeze. You guys ran into no trouble, and you made it their on time. He smiled as he went around picking up rocks to play with. The brighter his smile shone, the happier you became. He was the only source of joy in your life. The sun began to set, signaling it was time to leave. So you helped him get up, and put back his coat. You got ice cream, as you walked back home.   "Can we get ice cream again tomorrow?" He asked, eating his, with the ever present smile on his face. You nodded, but before you could speak, the sound of skidding tires was heard, and you knew instantly what was going to happen. And you became frightened. "I love you, you're the best-" the sound of a gunshot resounded and the hand you were once was holding grew limp. You feared what you would see. And it was then you truly lost all hope for life.

  “I can help you achieve your goals, and the lack of me can ruin your life. People will admire me or laugh at my very existence. What am I?” A voice says pulling you out your thoughts. His short black hair waves in the wind. He stands there looking at you. You can see the sadness clear in his eyes through his black framed glasses. “I may not know you, but I don’t think you should be trying to kill yourself.” You shake your head at him,

  “I’m not trying to kill myself.” he shakes his head,

  “Then why did you climb on top of the bridge?” he asks, and you look down, just having realized you were.

  “It was a mistake. I hadn’t realized I was up here.” You say, but continue to stand up there.

  “Then get down.” he says, walking towards you cautiously.

  “Why?”

  “Because you shouldn’t kill yourself.”

  “Why?” you say, your feelings resurfacing

  “Because there’s so much to live for.”

  “No there’s not. I shouldn’t be the one alive.”

  “Don’t say that.” feelings begin to surface, and like a volcano, you explode. All of your anger and sadness flowing out of you.

  “Why? Because there’s so much to live for? Because even though a six year old boy died, I should be able to live. Because I should be grateful that the only thing I lived for is dead? Because-” You stop when you feel your foot slip, and you begin to fall. You close your eyes ready to accept your fate. But you feel a hand latch on to yours and you open your eyes to find the man hunched over the bridge both hand holding on to yours, “why?”

  “The answer is hope. Hope is all you need. Hope can help you live a better life.” He says as he pulls you back over the bridge.

  “But I have nothing to live or hope for…”

  “No buts.” he says as he puts his blazer over you, “I can be all the hope you need. You can live for me.”

  “Who are you?”

  “Your new friend Ed.”

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Notice Me (Nygma x Reader x Zsasz)

  “Yes, she loves you.” He says rolling his eyes.   “Well she likes me more than you.” He says smirking, “I mean look at you. You’re an assassin.”   “And you’re a riddling freak.”   “No one can love the loveless.”   “And no one wants to love somebody who killed their last lover.” He shows a quick grin then continues to straight face him.   “Well I, unlike you, know how to find my way into a girl's’ heart.” Nygma says smirking. Zsasz raises his eyebrow,   “You? I highly doubt that.” He says, almost laughing, “Yes, of course. Nygma the love expert.”   “Are you guys still fighting over my cousin?” A female voice says. They turn around, finding Tabitha in the doorway, “You realize she doesn’t like, let alone, know either one of you. I highly even doubt that she even knows you exist.”   “Ha. Ha. Ha.” Edward says, “Very funny Tabitha.”   “How about we place a wager then?” She says, smirking., “Who ever she notices first this week wins. And if she notices neither one of you at all. I win.”   “This should be easy.” Edward says, “If all we have to do is get her to notice us. How-”   “What’s on the line?” Zsasz asks, “What are we betting here.”   “Simple.” Tabitha says as she pulls out a folder.

Monday

   “So,” Tabitha says walking over to her desk,    “What do you want?” Y/n asks looking through files, “I’m a bit busy here. If you hadn’t noticed.”    “Don’t you have time for your dearest cousin?” Tabitha asks, sprawling herself over y/n’s desk. Y/n stops her work and looks at Tabitha.    “Fine.” She says as she kisses her cheek, “What do you want?”    “I want you to come to The Sirens. You should really meet Barbara. You’d love her. I just know it.” She says smiling at you.    “Sounds fun, you know, going to a club owned by psychos.” You say, making her frown    “Barbara and I are not-”    “Psychos? Yes, you are. So am I, and so was Theo. Oh well.”    “Don’t-”    “I’ll be there. I just have to finish-” you say when you’re cut off by the knocking on the door, “You need to go. You’re not supposed to be here.” She smirks and runs to the door, and before you can stop her, she sticks her head out,   “Y/n’s not here currently. I was waiting on her also.” She says lying.   “Well, give these to her.” a voice, you don’t recognize, says.   “Okay. Better luck next time Nygma.” She says, smirking.   “Who was that?” you ask walking up to her,   “No one. He wanted to give you these.” She says handing you papers. She sees something on top and snatches it.   “Tabby. Give me the paper.” You say holding your hand out,   “No.” she says, “If you come to the club you can get it.” She then jumps out the window. You sigh, there was no way you were getting it back.

Tuesday

  “Eeeeeeeee!”A voice screams, “You actually came!” You look at Tabitha and roll your eyes,   “Yes. Yes I did. Now don’t make me regret it.”   “B-but-”   “Wow. I’ve never seen this side of her before. I would know, I have seen All of her.” A voice says from behind you. Turning around, you see a woman, about your height.   “You must be the infamous Barbara Kean.” You say smiling   “Indeed.”   “Y/n L/n.” you say as you shake her hand. You turn around to see Tabitha, having completely changed her attitude. Going from her usually childish self to her now dominatrix like self. You smirk, “I’m little Tabby's older cousin.” You hug her as if she was a little kid, embarrassing her. Barbara smiles, and you smile back. You were gonna be great friends.

   “That was actually quite fun.” You say smiling with your cousin. As you’re walking you run into Gordon, who is-as usual, running.    “Y/n. Just the person I need. I need you to hold off Zsasz, so I can make it back to GCPD.” He says and hands you his gun.    “Who?” you ask taking off your heels.    “The person shooting.” He says as he limps behind a truck. You turn to Tabitha,    “Go back to the club. You don’t need to be in this crossfire.”    “And neither do you. You’re not GCPD.”    “Gordon’s my friend.”    “You’re my cousin.”    “Fine. You know where you need be.” you say as she runs to a roof. Gun shots start, and you cover Gordon as he runs to GCPD and Tabitha covers you. You don’t see the person shooting, but you knew you shot him, because you heard him curse, right before he ceased fire. Wednesday   “You’re messing with it. That’s not fair.” Edward says as he approaches the two.   “Life’s not fair.” Tabitha says, unamused.   “And Gordon almost had me shoot her.” Zsasz says, angrily.   “Not my fault. You play your way and I’ll play mine.” Tabitha says, as she smirks and begins to leave, “Remember; Sunday’s the last day.”

  A loud thump in your living room, stirs you in your sleep. The sound of glass breaking, wakes you up. The sound of a gunshot jolts you out of bed. There was an intruder, you knew it. Slowly opening your drawer, you pull out your pistol. Checking for people, you slowly walk out of your room and into the hallway. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the sound of shuffling. You peer over the corner and see a tall man. He wore all black and had no hair on his head, or at least the back of his head. Which is all you saw.   “You’ll make sure not to upset the boss again.” One of them say. The one limping on the floor nods his head. You watch quietly, trying to understand what was going on. As the tall one points the gun at the limping one, your eyes lock, sending a chill down your bones. You quickly hide behind the wall, trying not to be seen. “Who’s there?” a voice calls, “Is there another one?” you hear the sound of loud shoes hitting the ground. You could only guess it was the tall one, considering the stride of his steps were normal. Calculating how far you were from the nearest exit, you realize you had to do what you used to do. So you did the only thing you knew how to do well; without looking, you shoot randomly, and run to the nearest window and jump.

  “So, you’re gonna stay with me now?” Tabitha asks   “Sure.” you say thinking, “Or I could stay with Gordon.”   “You’re staying with me.” She says as she leaves the room, “I’m making some cocoa. You want some?”   “Yea.” you say as you sit there, recent events playing in your mind, “Where’s the phone this time?”   “In the garden.” you shake your head. Tabitha had a habit of carrying the phone around in every conversation, so it had never stayed in the same place. You get up and walk to the garden and call your boss,   “Hello?” a voice asks, you stare into the phone, trying to identify this voice, “HELLO?” You blink rapidly, the voice having pulled you out of your thoughts,   “Sorry, hectic night.”   “.... I’m sorry, who is this?”   “This is Y/n. Where’s Mayor Cobblepot?”   “In a  meeting, why?”   “I was just calling to let him know I won’t be going to work for about a week.”   “Okay. I’ll let him know.”   “Kay. Thanks.” You almost hang up when you hear him call your name, “Yes?”   “Y/n I was wondering if” he says as then pauses, “Did you want to go out for dinner?”   “I’m sorry, but who is this?”   “Oh silly me. I’m N-” his sentence is cut short by the shouting of your name,   “I’m sorry, but I gotta go.” you hang up, never getting his name. Walking into the living room, you smile, having noticed Barbara, “Well… This outta be fun.” You sit down on the couch and grab a glass of wine.   “CHEERS!”

Thursday

  “So Y/n.” He says smiling,   “What?” you ask smiling also.   “I know you hate it, but just think about it. We could be together.”   “You already know how I feel about that.”   “Yeah, but you’re just so good.”   “But i’m not a good person.”   “That means nothing. All the best people are crazy.”   “Who said I was crazy?”   “The way you were last night.”   “Wow. Playing that card are we?”   “I’m just saying. We’d be the best. No one could stop us.”   “Except for the fact that most people don’t like me.”   “Screw most people.”   “No thank-you. I’m not that kind of girl.” You say, almost laughing. He looks at you, and smiles,   “Fine. But as your best friend, I am asking you to do it for me.” he says making a heart with his hands. You push him off the couch.   “Fine.” he looks at you, eyes wide with shock,   “Really?”   “Yes.” you say rolling your eyes at him. He smiles largely,   “I’ll go down to the station-”   “So help me Gordon. If anything happens…” you say grabbing his arm, letting him know.   “It’ll be fine. You’ll make a great addition. Detective Y/n, it has a nice ring to it.” He says as he puts on his shoes and opens the door, “Oh and thanks for last night. The amusement park was a blast.”   “Glad you liked it. Because I’m banned from it.”   “Not surprised. Ms. “I’m a rage gamer”. So much rage.” He says emphasizing, i'm a rage gamer. You roll your eyes yet again,   “Bye Gordon.”   “Bye Y/n.” he says as he leaves. You sigh. Now you were a detective. Great…

Friday

   “Hey Y/n.” Harvey says as he passes you.

  “Hey partner.” you say as he double takes.   “Gordon. I think she’s trying to steal your job.” he says in a low voice, but loud enough for you to hear.   “No Harvey. She’s actually a detective now.”   “Did you lose a bet or something. Cause I remember when we went out for drinks and you said you’d never become a cop in any way, shape, or form.”   “No Harvey. I just decided to, under the influence of Jimmy of course.”   “I knew it. What are you using to blackmail her?”   “The, “I’m your best friend” shtick.”   “Shame on you Jim. Shame.”   “It seems like you’re always hunting this guy.” You say as you run with them.   “Well he is The hit man owned by the biggest crime boss of Gotham.”   “And you guys have not managed to kill him yet?”   “Considering, we’re always trying to save our assess? No.”   “I see why.” You say as you evade an almost fatal bullet. You run across shooting and motion for them to to do the same. They follow suit and you three move your way closer to the target.   “Y/n! WATCH OUT!” Gordon yells, and you turn around to find darkness. You loose consciousness.

   “I didn’t know what to do…”    “So you kidnapped her!?”    “Yea…”    “Does Penguin even know?”    “No…”    “You have failed. Get out, before I tell Penguin.” you knew those voices. Images and sounds play in your mind.    “Phone, and house break.” you whisper quietly, grabbing their attention. You hear footsteps, and immediately became quiet.    “We should go…” The phone guy says in a hushed tone. Their footsteps grow softer and you can hear a creak of a door.    “Y/n should never know that we were the ones who did it…” The house break guy says as he shuts the door. You frown, beginning to think of a way to escape.    The sound of gunshots wakes you yet again. You look around only to realize, you were still tied up. Fatigue catches you again, and you unwillingly fall asleep.

Saturday

   “Y/N!!” Someone yells. Your head perks up. You listen closely to wear it had come from; Outside. You stand up, and fiddle your way around the room. You had woken up blind. Well temporarily blind at least. You had drunken some kind of drug given to last night and woke up blind.    “Hello?” You ask out into the darkness.    “Y/N!” the voice yells, “I’M OVER HERE!” you walk towards the voice, and hit a wall. You just sit there, waiting. Waiting to be found, waiting to see. Just waiting. Hands grab your shoulders ripping you from your thoughts and you scream.    “No no no no. Shhhhhhh!” the voice says, “I’m here to get you out.”    “Who are you?” you ask frantically, “Did Tabitha or James send you?”    “No. I’m just a good samaritan, you could say.”    “That’s good to know. I’m Y/n.”    “I’m Edward, but people call me Ed.”    “Ed, where are we going?” you ask as you hold his hand, carefully following him.    “Wherever you want. At least once we get out of here.”    “There you are Ed!” a voice calls. You turn towards the voice, but of course, see nothing.    “Victor. I thought you left,” Ed says, in an almost hostile tone.    “Ed. You know we stick together. We’re a team.”    “But Vic-”    “Who’s this lovely lady?” Victor asks, cutting Ed off.    “This is Y/n. I’m helping her escape.”    “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ed, I told you about teamwork. We are helping her escape.” he says, and you hear a faint grumble.    “Here, drink this. This should help with your blindness.” He gives you a drink and you blink a couple times. Nothing happening.    “Ed, i’m still blind.” you say giving him back the cup.    “Yea, you’ll get your sight back in the next few minutes.” he says, then you hear shuffling.    “Do you know who kidnapped you?” Victor asks    “Yea. It was a hit man named Zsasz. He’s bald, and that’s all I know.”    “That sucks.” he says, in an almost sad tone,    “But at least we rescued you. Who would’ve known what he could’ve done. He could’ve raped you. Who knows?” Ed says in an almost playful tone. You hear the sound of a punch and you could only assume they were fighting.

    “So where are we going next?” You ask as you look up to find that neither one of your saviors were there. You had just gotten your eyesight back and right after you had told them you could see some stuff they had taken you to the amusement park. Now that you could see fully, you could see that they were gone.   “Sorry.” a voice says after having ran into someone. You look up to see a tall man with nice black hair, brown eyes, and black glasses. He looks at you, eyes wide, and starts coughing. He shakes his head as he walks away coughing. You shrug and start walking home to Tabitha. She’d be very interested in knowing how you day went.

Sunday

  “I don’t like this.” Y/n says as they rig her up.

  “Well considering you’re the closest thing we have to getting information from him.”    “And why is that Jim?” Harvey asks joining the conversation,    “Well didn’t you hear about it?”    “No. What?”    “She went on a date with a hitman and a cop killer.”    “Wow. She must feel really mortified by that.”    “Oh shut up!” you say, and both of them laugh, “I was blind.”    “No excuse.” Jim says as he reloads his gun, “Now get stepping. You have a date to go on.” You roll your eyes and leave the GCPD with Jim and Harvey.

   “Tabby!” you yell up the stairs. You walk up the stairs hearing her voice, but then you walk slowly hearing more than just her voice,    “She actually did notice me,” a voice you identify as Ed says.    “More than just the ‘rescue’? Because I don’t believe that counts. She won’t be able to identify you on the streets or even when she sees you. Besides I should count this as invalid. Being that you blinded her and all.”    “But it wasn’t just me. Zsasz is the idiot that kidnapped her.”    “You kidnapped my cousin!!” Tabitha whisper shouts    “An accident.” A voice, you identify as Victor says, “She happened to be with Gordon. The one I actually meant to kidnap.”    “That’s no excuse. Once you realized it was her you should’ve returned her.” Tabitha says    “It was Nygma’s idea to keep her.”    “Was not.”    “Was to.”    “Was not.”    “Was to.”    “Was-”    “I DON’T FUCKING CARE WHOSE IDEA IT WAS. YOU KIDNAPPED MY COUSIN AND EXPECT TO ME TO SHOW SYMPATHY!?” she says yelling, “That’s it.” her voice dripping with venom, “That deal we had; is off. ANd as for you two-”    “You’re under arrest.” You say swinging open the door. And before the three can react you shoot all three of them. Shocked by what you had done Tabitha looks at you, plead in her eyes, before collapsing. One by one, they all fall to the ground and Gordon walks in.    “Y/n…” he says wearily.    “Don’t worry,” you say pulling out your ammo, “Sleeping darts.”