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Riddles and Treasure

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Oswald POV

I sigh deeply in boredom as I sit at my desk, looking over the paperwork I have to look through. My mind drifts back to finding out that Edward blew up Haven. A single tear spills down my cheek, and a shaky sob escapes my throat. How could he do that? He's capable of some horrible things, yes, but never something so terrible...

I dry my face off and return to the paperwork, looking over the reports from my thugs who are supposed to be looking for Ed. I find a strange envelope on the bottom of the stack of papers. No return address or name, just stuck in the stack of papers.

I tear it open and find a note written in cursive, addressed to me.

Dear Oswald,

I'm a room once filled with food, but nowadays I am empty, what am I?

Sincerely, your secret admirer...

"A fucking riddle, great...wait... Edward?" I say shakily clasping the note in my shaking fist. I hold the note against my chest, feeling the tears flow again.

He can do riddles again...it's alright, everything's okay...

...Right?

The answer is obviously the makeshift pantry I set up here, so I hobble that way.

On one of the shelves I find another note. I hastily unfold it and read it quickly.

I'm something to remember, a piece of Gotham's history. I'm stored in a room with others like me, and I'm just for you to see.
What am I?

"The records room!" I say warmly. I actually missed his silly little riddles.

I make my way to the records room, my heart racing from adrenaline. Yes, I still love him...I just can't tell him that. If his memory is truly completely back, why wouldn't he want me dead? I ruined his life. I've ruined everyone's life...

I open the creaky old door and walk inside. After about twenty minutes of searching, I find the next riddle tucked away in a folded up copy of the blueprints for the Van Dahl mansion. A small red heart is scrawled over the living room, right over the location of the old couch in front of the fireplace, that couch where I realized I love him.

Maybe he doesn't want me dead. Maybe he's realized his own emotions. I can't be sure as of yet. All I know is he's hiding in my city hall here somewhere. I turn my attention to the riddle in my hand.

Silver, gold, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, diamonds and lapis lazuli galore, yet nothing could be more beautiful than you.

It's more love note than riddle. But I guess he's talking about...

"Oh fuck, my treasure room!" I say loudly, taking off and heading for the secret room. I find the door unlocked and ajar. I open it up and hurry down the stairs. I look around the room in a panic.

"If Edward fucking Nygma thinks he can fucking steal from me with his fucking stupid fucking riddles as a fucking distraction, he's fucking WRONG!!!" I screech.

"Why would I steal from you?" I hear him say warmly. I can't see him anywhere.

"Where are you hiding? Tell me!" I yell.

I hear the door slam shut and lock. I gasp in horror, running up the stairs and struggling to open the door. I'm trapped. Fucking trapped down here with Edward Nygma.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I had to see you... alone." He says quietly, stepping out from his hiding place. I scowl in annoyance, wanting out of this godforsaken death chamber.