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Perfect

This one's inspired by the song "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran. Post finale, chubwald, Nygmobblepot.

Edward POV

I sit here across from my beautiful Oswald.
I can't help but stare at him. His nose, his eyes (even though one is glass), his lips, everything.

He's perfect.

I notice him fidgeting under my gaze. He looks down at the ground, and it's in that moment a single solitary tear rolls down his cheek.

"Oswald, why are you crying?" I say, concern and panic thick in my voice.

"I'm nothing but a burden to you. I'm holding you back, Edward. Go on without me. Become the villain you were meant to be. I'm nothing."

"Oswald, you are not my burden! I can't be the Riddler without you. You created us. Your strength and conviction and your firey spirit and rage are what molded me into Riddler. Guess what I'm saying is...there is no me without you. You cannot have one without the other..."

Oswald sniffles lightly and looks up at me. His green eye glistens with tears.

"But look at me. I'm old, I'm fat, I have a glass eye, I walk funn--"

I kiss him, interrupting his sentence. He gasps sharply in surprise and kisses back eagerly, albeit a tad sloppily.

I smile as I slide into his lap easily, straddling him. I let my hands slide to his midsection, lightly squeezing.

He giggles and pulls away slightly.

"I didn't know you liked my belly so much."

"Of course I do your my little penguin..." I say easily. He smiles and kisses me again, passionately yet briefly.

"I love you, Edward Nygma."

"I love you too, Oswald Cobblepot."