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He should have been happy. The club was doing very well in this new city. Perhaps even better than Gotham… the kids seemed to blossom in the crime underworld. But of course, Oswald had his worries about Martin in his own. The boy was still mute… naive. He couldn’t lose him again. And it didn’t help that he had been spending his time in his office, sleeping in there; barely eating ( which was very odd for Oswald ). True that he had lost some weight since the marriage but he had lost so much more. He was back to his weight when he was still Fish’s umbrella boy. A heavy sigh left him as he looked at his wine glass. Perhaps it was the emptiness of the Cobblepot manor. Even before he was married with their kids, he always had his goons around. He had to admit, he wasn’t spending him with his husband like he should have been. He was neglecting him in his depression. After all the years of pinning, wanting him. And finally winning him and here he was; having not really spoken to him in almost a month. he heard the doors to the club open before an exhausted sigh left Oswald. “Can’t you read? We’re closed until later.”
A small sigh left the mans lips as he looked at the front of the club. It had been months since he had talked to his husband. He shook his head and took a deep breath and shook his head. He missed the company, after all slowly Edward was starting to become his reclusive self. Especially since he had gone on medication to help control the riddler. There were days he couldnt find it though and it bothers him.
Running a hand through his hair. Ed tilted his head to the side. He seemed more ragged and run down than usual. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door to the iceberg lounge. Where he helped oswald with the books. He missed his husband and his kids.
"I didnt think it would be closed for me." Ed stated, taking a few steps forward.