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"I don't want to kill him..."

3x11, "Beware the Green-Eyed monster"

Barbara tells Nygma that Penguin killed Isabella, and of course she convinces him to go and see for himself if Oswald is in love with him. But Ed ends up falling in love with Oswald instead of falling in hate with him.

Ed POV

"Love. What does that have to do with--" I stop talking midsentence, shocked.

"And the penny drops." Barbara says behind me.

I slowly turn around to face the blonde lunatic club owner, laughing inside.

"You are suggesting that Oswald is in love with me?" I say in disbelief, amused. She really is ridiculously childish sometimes, acting like she's a middle schooler.
"Miss Kean, allow me to inform you that that is absurd on a number of levels."

"I know. Personally, I find you a bit of a cold fish." Barbara says warmly, smiling.

"Miss Kean, two things: One, Oswald did not kill Isabella, and two, he's not in love with me."

"But don't you owe it to her to find out?" Barbara says maniacally, stroking the back of her knuckles against my cheek.

Later that afternoon, I'm sitting at the kitchen table doing paperwork with Oswald.

"Just one last thing to sign." I say, handing him a document. His eyes widen in shock and horror at it.

"This is your resignation!" He gasps, his voice doing that shaky thing it does when he's nervous.

"Yes. I'm leaving this position." I explain.

"B-But why?!" He exclaims, standing up and looking up at me with desperation and hurt confusion.

"Since the accident, I've had a strong desire to become...more. More than friends." I say warmly, gauging his reaction. His eyes widen in shocked surprise and awe, a smile spreads across his face, he looks... overjoyed. He grabs onto my upper arms, holding me tight.

"Oh, Ed, I have been feeling the exact same way! It's like they say...one cannot deny love!" He says happily, smiling up at me with tears of joy in his eyes. I gasp in shock, horrified, confused, and hurt. The overgrown middle schooler was right...

He lets go of my arms, backing away a little. I hold my hand up, at a loss for words.

"Oswald, I meant that we could become partners." That still sounds gay, Ed "business partners." I correct myself. His entire expression drops in heartbreak and horror.

He tries to say something, but I leave before a single desperate, broken word can leave his lying, deceiving lips.

I go outside and get in my car, turning it on and driving away. I shake my head, shocked. My best friend killed the love of my life. Out of love. He did it because he loves...me? No, I don't deserve it. I don't deserve love from someone like...like him. Someone that kind and warm. That... amazing. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I can't stem them. I eventually find myself outside Siren's. I should go in and talk to Barbara, but I can't move my feet. I slowly remember all the feelings I shoved down and bottled up over the past few months. Since he started visiting me in Arkham, I grew very... fond of him. I wasn't going to admit I had feelings for him, no. Not a chance. But I fear I ignored it too long, and when I met Isabella, I just projected my desire for Oswald onto her.

Oh. My. God.

I have to tell Barbara I won't have any part in her evil, twisted plot against my best friend. I force myself to walk inside, opening the door. I walk towards the bar, where Tabitha and Butch are sitting with Barbara. Tabitha grabs her knife, pointing it at me.