the first mistake
The law of three never seemed to break. You’ve always firmly believed that when something hit the number three, things couldn’t get any worse, that’s why you were surprised when your forth mistake was the worst you could’ve possibly made even if it wasn’t really your mistake.
The first mistake.
When the crazy hands of the megalomaniac woman whose thoughts were numbled by the obsession on Jim Gordon knock on your door along with the man that didn’t fail to terrorize the city with bombs but ended up being the new mayor’s right hand, you don’t answer. You don’t move, breathe or aim to reach for your gun and the last thing you should do is open the door to hear her news. That’s the first mistake you made.
The thing was that the two did put your boredom out of it’s misery, you were stuck on the routine of the assassination bussiness and hearing about their proposal made your mind fill with curiosity. You weren’t going to lie, maybe what filled you with curiosity was with whom you needed to spend most of your time with or maybe what filled you with curiousity was the thought of the plan going wrong and having a target on your back.
Outsmarting the people that had a target on you was one of the many thing that Victor accidentally glued you. Work was ludicrous when you didn’t know if a gun would be pointing at you all the time. The rush made it all seem like a challenge and killing those whose jobs were especially killing you was the cherry on the cake, perhaps the irony of the situation made it all better.
You had to ask why. Having all the people that could have begged for being a part of that plan, why would they try to hire you?
“You are the most capable person to defend yourself in case everything goes as planned,” When Barbara went serious, you knew better than to shut up. “don’t even try to deny that you are a known figure inside the underworld, which happen to be one of the many reason that connects you two.” After the second reason she couldn’t help but to laugh thinking of another reason. “And plus, you are gorgeous.”
For the last reason he didn’t even contradict her. If the dark version of him would have remained there, he for sure could picture his comments about the figure in front of them that contemplated him with a raised brow. The fact that his other self would be rejoicing with notions about the woman and the whole deal about his best friend killing the woman he loves, made his jaw clenched as his felt the resentful comments crawl out of his mouth even without thinking it.
You soon discovered that allocating alongside with the most ingenious person in Gotham was as captivating as it sounded, you thought he would’ve of mocked you for not being as astute as he was but it seemed that he gained irate out of your intelligence and from time to time, when you made a smart remark, he proceed to grant you a lousy comment… so you made your efforts to piss him off briskly.
“Everyone’s entitled to act stupid once in awhile, but you really abuse the privilege.” Your name would often accompany the comebacks. There was something about the way that his tongue would linger between the vocals of your name or how his eyes would blister at your remark only to be responded by a infuriating tone on his voice… maybe what really accomplished to wake your attention was the smirk upon the blonde’s lips, how amused she seemed at any interactions you two had almost as if the cogs inside her head were working at the speed of light.
The plan seemed to move on pretty quickly so when you first showed yourself on the mayor’s mansion, Oswald Cobblepot had already heard about you at least twice but it didn’t stop him to start an entire investigation about you.
The first time he heard your name being accompanied by a ramble —Was Edward Nygma even capable of rambling?— about how pretty your eyes were, that woke his curiosity because he usually worked with Zsasz. He was well aware of your name and who you were loyal to, it was difficult winning part of your loyalty and to this day he wasn’t even sure if he had it, that was why he sent you on the most boring missions. He wasn’t sure if you would ally with the powerful enemies so instead he sent Victor to take them out.
The second time your name escaped out of the man’s lips was one week later of the first one, when he asked Ed where he was every afternoon after the meetings were done for the day. Penguin’s ears were painted in red, the rage filling his entire body after looking the man he loves blush after admitting he regularly visted other person that wasn’t him. Jealousy was eating him alive at that point.
When his eyes met yours for the first time, you quickly realized how threatened he felt and you felt bad for him. You often tortured people physically so you forgot that psychological torture was something even scarier until you saw Oswald Cobblepot.
You asked yourself how long was going to pass until he actually tried to kill you, was he going to kill you slow because he wanted Ed or was he going to kill you quick because he cared about Ed? How far was this man willing to go for the person he loved?
Before he got the chance to modulate a word, the arms of the tall man were around you almost asphyxiating you with the amount of cologne he had on.
“I’m glad you came.” There was something about the way he acted that made you want to cackle, he was often so serious when he met you at your house that seeing his smile in front of you made him seem as if he was another person.
You could spot by the corner of your eyes how devastated the man on your left appeared to be and it only inspired you to playfully leave a kiss on the cheek of the man not stopping even after seeing the astonished look on his eyes. “Of course I came.”
The voice of Oswald didn’t seem to startle neither of you, the whole point of that scene was to be displayed in front of his eyes. It too didn’t amazed you how quickly he came up with excuses to cancel your evening together not knowing that was the first of many visits from you.
The first afternoons that you would stop by the house you would meet Oswald’s raging gaze and spend hours just staring at Edward with backround music so you could fake your encounter right behind the guilty’s nose.