• Chapter One •

815 21 0
                                    

•••

"I miss this, us, I mean."
The male voice filled the dimly lit room.
"I missed this too Ed," another voice quipped. Ed looked towards the smaller and darker person next to him. Ed turned forward, Oswald stayed facing Ed.
"So, the shooting at the docks didn't happen?" Ed questioned. He was the Riddler, but he remembered shooting his friend. He looked towards Oswald, waiting for any answer.
"Oohhh Ed, it did." With the end of the sentence, a mixture of blood and river water flowed through the Penguin's mouth and nostrils. The decaying Penguin grouped for Ed's arm. As soon as Oswald's hand latched on, Ed's eyes shot open.
Ed knew why the dream had happened. No, he meant dreams. For a few weeks night terrors had gripped him. 'Those damn pills.' Ed thought, the simple answer to his night terrors was withdrawal. After the pills had conjured the vision of Oswald singing seductively to him he had stopped taking them.
Ed noticed every pill box he had left around the house. Even just the sight of the pill boxes, or any pills for that matter, annoyed him out of his skin. Though the pills seemed to torment him he didn't get rid of them. The intention to see Oswald stayed. Thus the morning of the twenty-fifth night terror, he gave in and grabbed one of the pill boxes.
Ed dipped a tea bag in some hot water and gave it a second to cool. He popped one pill in his mouth, and chewed. He quickly drank the tea to chase it down. Ed felt a familiar feeling take over as he heard the vision announcing he was back. Ed glanced at the news paper in front of him, turning pale as he read the headline. "Missing Mayor Cobblepot is Back: City Celebrates"
"No Ed, I'm really back~," laugher then consumed the vision. Then, Ed fell to the floor, unconscious.

•••

Let's Start Over Again (Nygmobblepot)Where stories live. Discover now