Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Friends and lovers - Part 2 - Ed x Reader

"Hello to you too, (Y/n)........." Ed said. His lips continuing to move upwards into a smile, as he raised his hand and carefully pushed the barrel of the gun away from his forehead with two fingers; only to find it quickly placed back there and pushed more firmly into his flesh.

"You know something, Ed; I never had you down as being a stupid man. Naïve, sometimes; inappropriate, occasionally; odd, certainly. But never stupid.......well, not until now that is. I told you that night, that I would kill you if I ever saw you again, and I meant it............."

"You are no killer, (Y/n). It's not in you, I know that.........."

"Are you really willing to put your life on the line to prove that supposition, Ed........? I tell you what, why don't we make a bet? You can bet that I won't kill you, and I will bet I will. But just make sure that you put your wallet is where I can find it. I don't want to be messing too much with your corpse after we are done, to get my winnings." (Y/n) countered, as her finger began to push on the trigger.

"What is always by your side, yet never stands in your way.......?" Ed suddenly asked. (Y/n) rolling her eyes at the question. It obvious that Ed had changed very little since she had seen him last; and in the worse, least appropriate times, still felt the need to ask his riddles.

"Ed.....I don't........"

"A friend..........." Ed interrupted. His smile never leaving his lips, despite his precarious position.

"We are not friends, Ed. Our friendship ended sometime ago. It ended the evening you screamed at me that you didn't care about me in any way, that we had never been friends. That all you wanted was a woman that didn't care about you, and I just made you sick. That all I was, was a jealous, ugly creature, and you wanted nothing to do with me. So, now, we are not even strangers. You are no one and nothing to me; little more than a ghost from the past. I wouldn't even spit on you, if you were on fire. So, as I see it, you have two options.....one, you leave and never come back; or two, I shoot you right between the eyes and bury your body somewhere, not even your little friends at the GCPD will find it........" (Y/n) retorted. Ed sure that he could hear a click for the gun, as her finger continued the hold onto the trigger.

"Well.........what is it to be............?" Her eyes narrowing, as she waited for his answer.

Ok, she wasn't going to shoot him. No matter how foolish she thought him for his obsession with that awful woman, Kringle; no matter how vile he had been to her that night, no matter how foul his words had been, it was not in her to kill anyone, never mind Ed. She had got a lot from their friendship over the years; he had been a comfort to her, when she had had no one else, someone she could talk to about anything and he had never judged; and she liked to think she had given him all that, in return. So that, all that was what had made his outburst that evening, so hard for her to take. It was one thing if he had just told her that he didn't have those kinds of feelings for her; that he did care about her, but only as his best friend, she would have accepted that; been a little hurt, yes, but she would have accepted it. Yet that was not what he had done; his tirade pushing her to act, and to say what she had in return. To threaten his life, before storming out of the room. Spending the next few weeks, crying and lamenting what she had lost. Sometimes not even sure how it had all even happened, as she ate her way through another tub of ice cream. So, she would be damned if she would let him just turn up on her doorstep without so much as a by your leave, and act as if nothing had ever happened. Like they were still on the best of terms and the greatest of friends, without at least scaring him a little before he vanished from her life, once again.

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Ed slowly pushed his glasses back up his nose, doing his best to not move too much; for despite the fact that he really did know that she wasn't going to shoot him, he still believed it made sense not to cause her to flinch and get shot by accident.

It was true what he had said, she was no killer; never had been. And he could say that with confidence, now that he himself, was a killer. And not just an everyday kind of killer, no; for not only was he a cop killer, but he had also killed the woman that he had been infatuated with, since the moment that he had laid his eyes on her. A woman that he had cut up into pieces, after making love to her the night before. Ed sure that in a way, (Y/n) would find the whole Kringle thing quite amusing, when he got to tell her about it. That she might even laugh at it all. The woman that he had thrown her to the side, for; dead by his hands. Strangle as he tried to explain why he had killed her former lover. But to do that, he had to get her to remove the gun, and let him into her home.

"I need your help, (Y/n)............."

"You.........you need my help........?" (Y/n) queried in astonishment. Slightly taken aback by the sheer gall of the man. Not quite sure what had gotten into Ed. He never sounding or looking quite this confident, before.

"Funny thing about my help is, I only tend to give it to people that haven't insulted me. So, why don't you turn around, and take your butt down to the precinct, and get dear, sweet, oh so perfect Miss Kringle to help you........?"

"Well, that would be difficult, seeing as I killed her the other night........" Ed countered, matter of factly. (Y/n) lowering the gun in utter disbelief, as the man in front of her gave her yet another smile, before making his way into her home, leaving her stood on the doorstep.