I know who you are.

Don't Even Try.

Oswald wasn't used to this. This man... Speaking to him. Not many people would dare to come up to him, telling him facts about fucking penguins for one. Yet this tall, nerdy looking man had taken it upon himself to pester Oswald, when he was already have a bad day. People this days. They didn't have the respect they used to. He rolled his eyes. "Listen, Ed. You re-" He was cut off. "My favourite species of Penguin is probably the emperor Penguin. They truly are majestic creatures!" Edward just wasn't getting the hint. Oswald didn't want to stand around all day, talking about Penguins. And the little bird was slowly but surely starting to lose his temper with this man. He stomped his foot on the floor. "I DON'T CARE!"

Edward looked Oswald closely in the eyes. "I sense you're angry."

"Oh? Really, Nygma, where on EARTH did you get that theory from?" he hissed, his face heating to a deep red.

"Well, your face is red. And you're yelling. I just figured..." Oswald took a deep breath and nodded. "That was a rhetorical question. Just, leave me alone. I wish to speak with Jim Gordon." With that, The Penguin turned on his heel and began making his way to the other side of the building. He'd taken a few more steps when a hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. Oswald was enraged when he discovered it was once again, Edward.

"Hello again, Mister Penguin. I was simply w-" Oswald grabbed Edward by the lapels on the jacket he wore, and pulled the tall man down to his level.

"You're really starting to piss me right off Nygma. I figure you have some sort of obsession with me. You either follow me, or leave me the fuck alone."

Oswald shoved Edwards chest, then headed in a completely different direction, to one of the back rooms.

Edward wondered where he was going. He was curious anyway, and quite nosy. So he followed after Oswald eagerly, like a little puppy, following after it's owner. "Where are we going?"

"Shut up," was the response he got. Oswald pushed open the door to the backroom, glancing around to assure nobody else was there. After making sure the room was clear, he locked the door. "Alright, Edward." He looked at the man. "You're obviously attached to me in some form or another. Otherwise you wouldn't pester me like that. Am I right?"

Edwards smile dropped. "What? Why... Why on earth would you think something like that?" he asked. His tone was noticeably higher pitched, a clear sign that he was lying.

Oswald examined his neatly trimmed fingernails, painted black as usual. "So you're saying, if I ordered you to get on your knees and suck my cock in your mouth, you'd refuse?"