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Stay with me

Nygmobblepot, based off 3x09 inspired by Sam Smith's "Stay with me"

Edward discovers Isabella was murdered and instead of suspecting Butch, he immediately suspects Oswald. He goes to the mansion seeking revenge but finding out Oswald put him in his mayoral portrait complicates things and brings some repressed feelings to the surface.

*TISSUE WARNING*

Ed POV

I storm into the mansion, my blood boiling. It was him. My best friend and my savior murdered the love of my life, Isabella Clayton.

"Oswald! I need to speak you!" I yell, walking into the dining room. He's standing by what I can only assume is his mayoral portrait, which is covered by a sheet.

"I have to talk to you, too." He says warmly, smiling and grabbing me by the arm and leading me over to the painting.

"This is important." I say sternly.

"So is this." He insists, standing me in front of the painting. "I wasn't very compassionate this morning, and what you're going through is terrible, so..."

He pulls the sheet off the painting, but I don't look at it. Hd eventually just turns me to look at the painting.

He put me in his painting...

"You put me in your painting?" I say quietly.

"Artist went off a photograph, but I think it is an excellent likeness." He says warmly, smiling.

"I know you murdered her, Oswald." I say darkly, turning to him. His expression is filled with fear and panic.

"W-Who?" He stutters.

"Isabella." I growl, grabbing him by the collar.

"Ed, you have to understand... I did it for love. I did it because I love you. And you must admit you would have killed her eventually, just like you did the other one! You couldn't have helped it! And you would have HATED yourself!" He says, his voice a mix of pain, fear, anger, and heartbreak.

"Well, now we'll never know..." I growl, throwing him to the ground. I walk away, too angry for words. As I walk out, I hear him whimper out five heartbroken little words.

"Please don't leave me, Edward."

I walk out to my car, getting into the driver's seat.

"My God, you are so blind."

"I'm blind? He murdered the woman I loved!"

"You didn't really love her. Not as much as you love him, Eddie boy."

Fuck...

I didn't even realize I was crying until I reached up to adjust my glasses and I felt tears on my cheek.

Riddler's right. I do love him...

I jump out of my car and run back into the house. I storm into the living room only to find Oswald curled up on the floor sobbing like never before. The portrait is on the floor, shredded to pieces.

"Oswald." I say quietly, feeling all the chaotic, beautiful, terrifying emotions bubbling up to the surface. He looks up at me with bloodshot, tear-filled, terrified eyes.

"Please don't kill me." He whimpers, sobbing. I fall to the floor, wrapping my arms around him and shushing him.

"God, I was so stupid." I say quietly, sobbing quietly. "I was wrong. I am so in love with you, Oswald Cobblepot. And I could never love anyone the way I love you."

His little raven haired head snaps up to look at me, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Really?" He says quietly, gazing up at me.

"I'd never lie to you, Oswald." I say warmly, smiling down at him.

"Stay with me." He whimpers.

"Always." I say warmly, leaning in and kissing him.

OMFG I'm crying...