Gotham One-shots

Gotham Was Wide Enough (Edward x reader x Oswald)

Okie dokie then.
*le sigh* welcome to the finale.
And, yeah, it's, uh... not very happy.

Enjoy! :D

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Ed's POV

There are only ten things you, _____, need to know.

One:
We rowed across Gotham River at dawn. My friend, Butch Gilzean with me.

Two:
Cobblepot arrived with his crew, Ivy Pepper and a doctor that he knew.

Three:
I watched cobblepot examine the docks. I wish I could tell you what was happening in his brain. This man has poisoned my criminal Pursuits

Most disputes die and no one shoots.

Four:
Cobblepot drew first position, looking out to Gotham like a man on a mission. This is a man with a penguin's ability. the doctor turned around so he could have deniability.

Five:
Now, I didn't pay attention at the time, but we were near the same spot Oswald "died" is that why--?

Six:
He examined his gun with such rigor? I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger.

Seven:
Confession time. Here's what I got. My fellow villains will tell you I'm a terrible shot.

Eight:
Last chance to negotiate. Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight.

oh, _____... They won't tell you this, but trust me. Oswald was wearing his monocle. Why? If not to take deadly aim? It's him or me, Gotham won't be the same.

I had only one thought before the slaughter:
This man will not make a loner of my lover.

Nine:
Look him in the eye, aim no higher. Summon all the courage you require, then count:

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10

Paces!

Fire!

Oswald's POV

I've escaped death so many times, the feeling clogs my memory.

Is this where it gets me? On my feet, several feet ahead of me?

I see it coming. Do I waddle away, fire my gun, or let it be.

There is no beat, no melody...
No ____ to greet me.

Ed, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how they remember me?

What if this bullet is My Legacy?

Legacy.

What is a Legacy?

It's eggs on an iceberg you never get to see hatch.

I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song that, one day, someone will sing for me. Gotham, you unfinished Symphony, you sent for me. You let me make a difference. A place where even Lonesome birds, such as myself, can leave their nests behind and rise up.

I'm running out of time!

I'm running out of time, and my time's up!

Wise up!

Eyes up!

I catch a glimpse of the other side.

Fish leads a criminals' chorus on the other side.

My father is on the other side, he's with my mother on the other side.

Even Maroni is watching from the other side!

Teach me how to say goodbye.

Rise up!

Rise up!

Rise up!

_____!

...

My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side.

Raise a glass to us, love.

Edward's POV

I aimed my pistol at the sky, walking forward.

Ivy takes, a now dead, Oswald's gun.

"Wait!" I scream, but, to no avail.

She shot me.

I fall to the ground, watching as ____ and Jim Gordon appear out of thin air, and rush over to Oswald's side.

Ivy, ____ and Jim took Oswald's body back to the GCPD, I presume.

By this point, Butch had deserted me.

I close my eyes, reminiscing.

I finally stood up, pain radiating from where the bullet struck my flesh.

I decided to leave a note for the next of kin, _____.

_____,
I striked him right between his ribs.
I walked towards him, but I was ushered away.
They rowed him back across the river.
I hear wailing in the streets.

I had to pause, feeling a tap on my shoulder.

I look up, staring at some old fisherman.

"I saw the whole thing," he tells me, "you better hide."

He gave me the advice, then left me there.

I didn't take his warning, I was slowly dying anyways.

The bullet was lodged between my collarbone and heartvalve, near my left shoulder... I'd bleed out in no time.

In which, I continued to write.

They say that both you and Gordon were at his side when he died.
Death doesn't discriminate between the Sinners and the Saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.
My tale obliterates, in every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes.
When Oswald aimed at the sky, he may have been the first one to die, but I'm the one who paid for it.
I survived, for the time being, but I paid for it.
Now I'm the villain in your story.
I was too young and blind to see.
I should have known.
I should have known: Gotham was wide enough for both Cobblepot and me.
Love anyways,
Edward

I should have known, indeed...

That ____ would choose Oswald over me.

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Yay!

One mini series done.

Sorry it was depressing y'all.

But, uh.... idek.

Just wait for the next chapter XD