Gotham Oneshots- Requests Are Open!

★No Regrets★

S3

Ed develops a rare, aggressive, untreatable and incurable form of brain cancer, so Oswald decides to take rather chilly measures to assure Ed survives long enough for a cure to be discovered.

Oswald POV

I sit in my office, looking at Ed's scans. The cancer has not responded to the radiation therapy, much like Dr Lovitzki expected. Apparently, his specific form of brain cancer is extremely rare and aggressive, and stubbornly resistant to chemotherapy and radiation.

Just then I notice Zsasz standing in the doorway. I look up from the pictures in front of me, hiding them under done paperwork.

"What is it, Victor?" I say warmly, managing a smile.

"The other Victor's here, Boss..." Victor says quietly, looking down at me with a sad, pitying look. He knows I was looking at Ed's scans, he knows that Ed's cancer is incurable...and he knows I've been drunk, depressed, and crying over it in my office late at night since I found out the treatments weren't working.

"Send him in. And by the way, Victor, Edward is not my boyfriend." I say quietly, waving my hand dismissively. Victor Zsasz walks out and a moment later, Victor Fries walks in.

"You wanted to see me?" He says quietly, sitting down across from me at his desk.

"Yes, I wanted to discuss the long term effects of hypothermic conditions." I say warmly, looking at him. I must admit, he's very... attractive in person. But I'm committed to Ed, even if we're not really a couple anyway. I wouldn't just go and date some random hunky freak even if Ed's frozen.

"Hypothermia can have some pretty damaging effects on the brain. Then again, you said over the phone that he has brain cancer, so I imagine a great deal of damage has already been done." Fries says, looking at me almost curiously.

Is he... checking me out???

Fries POV

I can't help but stare at the insanely gorgeous man across from me. I can tell he hasn't been sleeping well from the bags under his eyes and the dark circles around them. He also smells like alcohol and sadness. Clearly depressed.

I've been there, my sad, lonely little Penguin...

"He's slipping more And more with every passing day... yesterday, he didn't even remember who he was for 3 whole hours, I..." He stops talking, closing his eyes. His shaky breathing tells me that he's trying not to cry. "If freezing him can keep him alive long enough for a cure to be developed, it's the least I can do. He's my best friend and I love him...so much."

Love? Love never did anything good for me...

"Have you discussed this with him?" I ask. I need to know that he's consenting to the cryogenic preservation. I'm not a complete monster...I think.

"Yes. I explained it to him the best I could, and he has agreed to it. It will keep him alive long enough for a cure to be developed. He has given his full informed consent." Oswald says quietly, looking at me with those beautiful green eyes.

"Good. I'll be back tonight with my cryo-blaster." I say, standing and walking towards the door. "Oh, and I'll do it for free."

"What?" Oswald says quietly, confused.

"I've been in your position. My wife had lung cancer and died. I tried to kill myself, but the experiments I conducted trying to save her turned me into this. Now I'm stuck this way forever..." I explain, looking at him sternly. "You should try to get some sleep and lay off the bourbon, you look like hell, baby bird."