Wild ||Edward Nygma|| [2]

Chapter Twenty-Six || Heavydirtysoul

"Gangsters don't cry

Therefore, therefore I'm

Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavydirtysoul?"

- 'Heavydirtysoul' by Twenty-One Pilots.

It took a while for Ed to finally regain back consciousness. He had a huge headache and groaned when he sat up straight on the back seat of the police car. Sirens had awakened him and the high-pitched noise painfully pierced his brain like needles.

"He's awake," Oswald said in a sing-song voice. "We were getting lonely".

Ed looked at the other side of a net of metal that separated him from the driver and passenger's seats. There he saw Charlotte and Oswald smiling at him through the review mirror.

"How was your nap, Eddie?" Charlotte asked. She had stopped the car when she heard the police sirens getting closer.

Ed was going to take a hand to his head, but his hands were cuffed behind his back. "You hit me in the head with-"

"What do you call a tavern of blackbirds?" Charlotte interrupted with a smirk, reminding Ed of the time he asked that same riddle to Pinkney, the strike force officer.

Ed huffed. "... A crowbar".

"That would have been me," Oswald interjected, quite satisfied with himself.

Charlotte chuckled. "Karma is a bitch".

Ed glared at her through the review mirror. "If we're going to talk about karma then you have a lot to answer for too".

"But I already got shot, didn't I?" Charlotte asked rhetorically and turned around in her seat to face him. "Your turn".

Ed broke the eye contact with Charlotte and looked outside to see where he was, but he didn't recognize his surroundings. "Where are we?"

"Oh, we ran into a police blockade," Oswald explained. "Charlotte had to hunker down a minute".

"Where are you taking me?" Ed asked.

"We don't know. We're sort of improvising here," Oswald told Ed, the satisfied expression never fading away. "Why? You have someplace you have to be?"

"Does it matter? I imagine you're planning on dragging this out," Ed glared at them from above his glasses. At the same time, he struggled to take off his gloves.

Charlotte chuckled once more at how right Ed was and she kept on looking out for the cop cars that were still passing by. She had to make sure they were all gone before she started driving again.