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Control

Ed stands in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink.

No... Riddler will not win. He mustn't get control!

Hahahaha! You pathetic little idiot! What has two eyes but can't see?

Ed glares at the Riddler, hatred burning in his veins.

You.

"What is it that you think I'm not seeing!?" Ed hollers.

You're in love.

"I am not in love with Lee Thompkins!"

Who said anything about Lee?

"What are you talking about? It must be Lee... she's the one you tried to kill!"

I am talking about...
our Old Friend....
Oswald Cobblepot...

"No! I am in control!" Ed shrieks, punching the mirror. Just then, a huge commotion breaks out in the club. Ed slowly walks out into the main area, curious and concerned. He spots Lee standing there talking to someone, but he can't see because Grundy is standing in front of whoever it is.

"I'm telling you, he's not here. Ed just walked out, for a split second it looked like he was talking to someone, but I couldn't see who." Lee says.

"Well, you better tell him he has to either stop making fun of me in a clown show or continue and face certain punishment!" A familiar, angry voice yells.

Oswald...shit...

HAHAHA! Look, lover boy, it's your boyfriend!

"For the last freaking time, I AM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE IN LOVE WITH OSWALD CHESTERFIELD COBBLEPOT!!!" Ed shrieks, giving away his location.

Oswald pushes past Grundy, an army of thugs in tow. He marches over towards him, not even focusing on where he's walking. He collides with Sampson, who had come in earlier waiting to talk to The Doc.

"Excuse me, sir, you're standing in the way of my revenge!" Oswald snaps.

"You better watch your tongue, birdman. Before I rip it out of your smart little mouth." Sampson says gruffly.

"Sir, I just need to get to Nygma, who is standing behind you cowering like a weasel--" Oswald is cut off by Sampson quickly burying a knife in his guy.

"Don't talk back to me." He says, slowly pulling the knife out and tucking it back in the holster.

Sampson walks away, his goons grabbing Oswald's and leading them off. Oswald crumbles to the ground, blood soaking his shirt and staining his hands. Ed stares at the sight with horror and shock. Suddenly, He can't move a muscle in his body. He's frozen in shock momentarily. Finally, he forces his legs to move, walking over to where Oswald kneels on the dirty concrete floor, slowly bleeding out.

"Oswald." Ed says quietly, desperately trying to stay calm. His entire being is quaking in shock, the world stops spinning and blues out of focus. All Ed can see is this powerful, lethal, regal king bleeding out in a dirty Narrows club surrounded by people who don't give two shits about him. Ed clumsily falls to his knees, shaking and unsure what to do. He shakily puts a trembling hand on Oswald's face, confused and scared.

Suddenly something snaps in Ed's mind, like a switch has been flipped turning on his brilliance once again.

"I can't be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance,I'm worthless to one, but priceless to two, what am I?" He blurts out, his voice cracking on the end. Riddler was right...he does fucking love him.