Wild ||Edward Nygma|| [2]

Chapter Four || Best party ever

Turns out, Oswald had not found anything else about the Red Hoods. He waited for news from the hitmen and gangsters he put after them and he was getting more desperate with each second that passed. Oswald limped from one side to another in front of the dining table with a glass of red wine in hand, while Charlotte and Ed went over the evidence they gathered in the GCPD. Before they left, they had asked for the Red Hoods' file and the red hood the GCPD had found.

"Someone is testing me," Oswald said bitterly. "They're thinking, 'Oh, he's Mayor now. He has to play by different rules'. No, they'll see, when I'm roasting their entrails over a fire".

Charlotte observed Oswald. She knew he was not only mad with the Red hoods but he was also worried about the party which would take place that night at 'The Sirens', a club owned by Barbara Kean and Tabitha Galavan.

"Perhaps I'm thinking about this all wrong," Ed started thoughtfully. "Perhaps this is not about you at all. What if this is about the statue?"

"I don't think so," Charlotte contradicted. "Why would they-"

"Of course it's about me!" Oswald exclaimed before Charlotte could finish and wine dripped on the table.

"Yes, you're probably right," Ed admitted and then noticed the wine had not only dripped on the table but it had also stained Oswald's white shirt. "Oh, dear".

Oswald looked at his sleeve and huffed in annoyance. "Wonderful".

Charlotte felt bad for Oswald. It seemed like everything was going downhill for him that day. She thought he deserved better than that.

"Oswald. Take a breath," Ed advised while grabbing a napkin and putting a bit of it on his glass of water. He took it out and grabbed the salt before walking over to his friend. Then he poured a bit of salt over the stain.

Oswald looked at Ed like he had just gone nuts. He had no idea why he was pouring salt on a wine stain. What good could that possibly do? "What are you doing?"

"It's an old trick I learned in the lab," Ed explained and Charlotte nodded to herself, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Using salt on the wine stain would certainly do more good than just rubbing it with water. "Most solvents have as their base-" Ed suddenly stopped and looked at Charlotte as if he had realized something. "I am the son of water, but if water touches me, I die. What am I?"

Oswald rolled his eyes. "Again with the riddles".

"Salt," Charlotte answered, wondering where Ed was getting at.

"Exactly," Ed confirmed with a smile. "Most people think of it as a food additive, but potassium salt is found in detergents, soaps-"

"What is your point, Ed?" Oswald interrupted, annoyed with his friend's ramblings.