Nygmobblepot One-shots(Gotham)

why the hell did I shoot him?

This is set after s3 ep14.

Ed's POV: My head was full of voices, some Kristen, some myself, but mostly Oswald's. His shakey voice that he told me that he loved me in. That was what made me resort to calling Barbara Kean. Me and her spoke a little after I..... Killed Oswald. But all she did was drive me home and talk and talk about how powerful she was becoming or some shit.

Me and her talked on the phone. I told my situation and she, owing me, agreed to meet me outside the sirens.

" so, how ya feeling?" She asked me as she crept down the dark allyway her stilettos making a loud clanking sound each step she took. "I feel like I just murdered my best friend in cold blood, Kean." I answered in the most cocky way possible.

She just tsked and walked closer. "You look homeless." She noted. My clothes consisted of, a old Nirvana shirt that was Oswald's that he let me have. And sweat pants. "We all can't look like Hookers." I snapped back at her, flaring my nostrils.

She glared at me. The grip on the mints container she had in her hand tightening.
"1 I'm not a fucking hooker! And 2 I'm the one with the drugs you want cunt!" She yelled. My hand immediately went over her lipstick covered lips.

"Keep your damn voice down!" I yelled through my teeth. Her hand went up in retaliation and went down just as fast as she saw the look on my face. It had darkened my glasses had been left at home, only making the rings around my eyes more prominent.

My hand left her mouth and went back to dangling beside my thigh. "Now give me the case and walk any." I told her. She went to place the container in my open palm, but my eager hand went to snatch it faster then she could place it down.

"Do you want to know the effects of the damn things before you overdose?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest. "No." I said as I walked around her, making sure to hit her shoulder on the way out. "Whatever, but remember your part of the deal!" She yelled across the alley. Sadly I was already to far gone to understand a thing that was escaping that sluts lips.

I had parked 7 blocks away from the club just to make sure nobody saw a thing that was happening. I opened the car door and placed myself on the seat. My eyes went to my pocket which was where the case was resting.

Wait Intel your off the road. I told myself. I may have killed my best friend less then 48 hours ago, and bold face lied to him about my feelings but I still have the dignity to wait intell I get of the road to take the pills that will make the ringing voices in my head go away. Miraculously.

The way to the manor just made me feel worse. My memory went back to the day he brought me home. Me and him in the back seat, catching up. Talking about the happenings at the GCPD, and what was going on with the underworld.

I loved doing that with Os, talking shit about are old friends, and how shitty Arkham is. I remember every single car talk we had. Even the last one. Me and him sitting next to each other, me not speaking to him. The car filled with tension and one time glances, mostly hostile.

Me getting out first to get the door for Oswald. Him stepping out and not taking my open hand to escort him to the door. The gravel driveway forming along his shoes. My mind thinking of ways to ruin him.

The voices were back now. His, him telling me that I was nothing without him. And he was right. I am nothing without him.

I soon approached the manor. My hands began to shake. This is not right. I'm supposed to feel happy, victorious. But instead I feel numb and depressed. I killed the man I loved, because of some whore.

My eyes began to flood with tears. My head was racing more and more. I couldn't keep control, my mind was slipping. My vision was blurring.

My hand went into my pocket and griped on to the container. The rattling of the pills was manipulating. My other hand went for the top of the container, I opened it to see the pills. My hand went for the drugs faster then I could comprehend.

I popped one into my mouth. Shit, I thought I have nothing to swallow it with. My head went to the almost empty can of beer that I had grabbed from Oswald's room before I met Barbara. My mouth went for the rim and I drank the nasty substance.

The pill was going to take a second to digest and give me the salvation I was addicted to.
I stumbled out of the open car door. My legs swayed across the graveled driveway. I knocked on the door, but then remembered that I was the only one here.

I went for my pocket and grabbed the key that had a cute question mark Key chain on it. Oswald got me that after I became his chief of staff. The memories of me and Oswald came flooding. No. Stop.

The door opened after little struggle. I swayed in and slammed the door behind me. The drug was kicking in. I could feel it, the high. My back went to the lounge chair that was once Oswald's father's, then his, and know I guess mine.

"Oh please, nothing in this damn house will ever be yours." I familiar voice chimed from what seemed to be behind me. It was Oswald's.

My head went to the voice in question. There was the king of Gotham. Dripping in Ocean water. With a small crab clanking on to his tie. He looked lifeless. "You look like you've seen a Ghost." It hummed stepping closer to me.

"You're not Oswald." I said aggressively. "Oh, you sure as hell wish I was~" his boots were clanking on the floor. His body coming to face me. In front of the fire place that was crackleing behind him.

He stepped closer and parted his legs. He took a seat on my lap. He pulled the shirt I was wearing and got closer to my face. "You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily Eddie~?" He trailed off. His hips moved on my lap a smile forming on his face. "Wow I'm a drug induced manipulation, and your hard?"

He wasn't wrong, it was either the drugs or just the thought of him doing this that, you know.

"Your pathetic, you and your hypocrisy." He spoke getting off of my lap. "You have been the worst friend, ever. You didn't understand. You never will. You are a horrible person. Not good horrible but monster horrible. " he yelled.

"I loved you, and I will never love you again." He said with a laugh. "Because I'm dead."

His vision left with a air kiss.

Why the hell did I shoot him?