Let's Start Over Again (Nygmobblepot)

• Chapter Three •

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For a few days the two acted as though they didn't know each other. Ed still tried the pills occasionally knowing they wouldn't do anything, but still trying. He had some hope that they would work. But they didn't. Ed gathered them from around the Cobblepot manor to put them in his room.
Oswald walked back into his house, no his father's house, for the first time in weeks. He took a deep breath in as he stopped in the dining room. The Penguin surveyed his small kingdom, the house he lived in. Ed followed at the mayor's heels. Ed was living in the Cobblepot mansion for a time before he shot his friend so Oswald cautiously let him stay. Oswald walked to his room opening the door and realizing something almost instantly, Ed had slept in here.
Ed was worried that Oswald would judge him for staying in there. The taller man sat waiting for Oswald to come back as he made Oswald's schedule for the next day. The Penguin lightly approached with armfuls of his Chief of Staff's items. Oswald looked small compared to the mountain of items and he jokingly said, "My room is the best, so I expected this." Oswald knew his was one of the worst rooms in the house. The other rooms had bigger beds, better lighting, more room, and were fancier.
"It is," Ed calmly agreed, still writing. Oswald straightened as he heard this. The Penguin set down the pile of Ed's items on the table.
"You're kidding Ed," doubt filled the smaller of the pairs voice. Ed slightly looked towards the mayor knowing he was doubtful. The smaller man began to walk away saying, "Mr. Nygma, you don't need to write me a schedule, I'll be catching up on things in Gotham tomorrow. And if you like my room so much I'll move to a new room." Ed sighed as he threw away the paper following Oswald into the kitchen. Oswald walked in, abruptly stopped, and turned to Ed, who almost ran into him. "Why's the kitchen a mess, Nygma?"
"I-i like to cook," Ed worriedly admitted. He was looking past his smaller companion into the kitchen. Dishes were piled high and random, sticky utensils were scattered around.
"You like to not clean," Oswald hissed and Ed flinched at the words. "You will clean the kitchen, now." The Penguin was small but he was very threatening, no matter how tall he was. He then turned into the kitchen and grabbed the only clean wine glass and a bottle then went and sat down in his favorite chair. Ed's eyes clung to Oswald's back as he walked, then slowly slunk into the kitchen. He heard a record scratch come from where Oswald was and listened. A familiar toon started, with a soulful voice singing.
~.. it's okay in the day.~
Ed couldn't put his finger on it, but he still put dishes away. He was waiting for a que on what song it was.
~He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts.~
Ed became pale as everything started to become tinted red. He peaked out the door to see Oswald. His eyes stopped on the crime boss dancing with an air partner, a distorted top hat and outfit occasionally appearing. Ed started to take deep, quick breaths and leaned over the trashcan as he threw up from the stress. He sat on the floor for a long second as he picked himself up. He started to drag his mostly limp body towards the door and saw Oswald in the doorway, horrified.

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