Ed Nygma's Enigma // Nygmobblepot

Ed Nygma's Enigma

It was a stray, mundane thought, passing swiftly through his sharp mind. It was the kind of thought that typically would have gone undetected, but for whatever reason, it hadn't.

I like him.

For the first time is Ed's life, he was puzzled; utterly stumped, and by his own doing.

   Ed found himself attracted to a man. But not just any man, no, The Penguin- Oswald Cobblepot.

   He had never once been enticed by a male, or even curious for that matter -even though he was routinely propositioned by those of the same sex for whatever strange reason - Simply put, his preference had always laid exclusively with woman.

   But what had changed?

   The question was equal parts intriguing and infuriating for Ed. It was an equation he desperately needed an answer to, but lacked a formula or any applicable data.

   Ed drags a chair from his dining table into his bedroom, the legs screeching and scratching over the pristine floor. For once he didn't care, he had bigger, more important situations at hand, like analyzing his latest epiphany. 

   Ed positions the chair before the foot of his bed, facing his sedated guest.
 
   Yes, this would do perfectly.

He had so many questions racing in his mind that he felt dizzy. Perhaps he would try solving the simplest ones first, to clear and bring some resemblance of order back to his chaotic mind before attempting to tackle the more perplexing self-analytic inquires.

Ed would start off with the basics.

Who?

This one was easy. He was attracted to Oswald Cobblepot, or more commonly referred to as The Penguin. Gotham's underground kingpin, criminal overlord, and master manipulator. Next.

What?

  What was it about him?

Ed leans forward into his chair, intensely focusing on his patient. He studies the mans facial features, sharp and rigid even in sleep. It was the face of a man who had been dealt a lifetime of hardship. Someone who had seen too much; experiences so harrowing that they burden him at all hours. Yet Oswald didn't wallow in self-pity or expect special favours to be bestowed upon him. No, he made his way up the criminal ranks through cunning schemes and elaborate manipulation, all without succumbing to the lazy, overused tactics of those who ruled before him. He earned his respect. It was this about Oswald that never seized to amaze Ed.

When?

When did his simple admiration of him blossom into something much less innocent?

Ever since Oswald was dubbed 'The Penguin' in the media, Ed had been closely following his endeavours, whether through the paper or the news, or even eavesdropping on Detective Gordon's hushed conversations at work. Ed was always the first to know about the latest underground developments. He had even devised an acceptable explanation just in case anyone were to question him on his strange fixation on the lethal stranger - No one ever did, but at least he was prepared. 'It's for work' Ed would tell them. 'I am simply collecting crucial data by observing the daily habits and mannerisms of known criminals. Eventually, with enough information I will be able to detect routines and accurately predict patterns of increased and decreased crime rate, thus aiding in the prevention and capture of said majour criminal.'

Of course, the real reason was that Ed wanted to be just like Oswald. He wanted to be in complete control, to have unwavering loyalty. To be free, to be feared. Ed just wasn't sure when wanting to be Oswald had changed to wanting to be with him.