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[akillerconundrum]

@kxngofgotham

“Hey, Mr. Penguin!! I brought you something I thought might cheer you up!”

The box in the young man’s hands rattled, ominously.

[akillerconundrum]

@ianhowellgcpd liked the Thing for a thing

When Ed had been told he had a visitor, he had expected Oswald, if anyone. Who else would have deliberately given him the time of day? Certainly not anyone from his old life, or so he thought. 

Slipping into the visitation room, he hesitated at the door at the sight of just who had come to see poor crazy cop-killing Nygma in his cage. “Officer Howell. To what do I owe the pleasure?” There was a forced smugness to his voice, despite the polite words, but even in his stained striped jumpsuit and handcuffs, Ed was a far cry from the nervous, babbling odd-ball in the forensic lab. 

A few murders and framing Jim Gordon had given him a swagger, even here. Or so he tried to project. 

[akillerconundrum]

@oswalddares Liked the thing for a thing

Ed was used to being alone to his own devices. Almost too much. He’d rarely had a friend over, if ever, and had only suffered a roommate in college for a semester before he had decided that was not for him. Not that said roommate had found him insufferable, he was plenty hospitable, had a few innocent grievances, and thought independence suited him better, anyway. At least that was how he chose to remember it. 

This was different, though. In his time of need, the perfect mentor had fallen on his lap. Almost literally. Opportunity knocking, or in this case bleeding, he’d be stupid to not see the amazing coincidence of their meeting again.

And so, he had vowed he would be the best of roommates, whistling enthusiastically as he very carefully sliced the strawberries while the griddle did it’s thing, whisking the kettle off of the stove after it had begun it’s own shrill whistle, and all of this would probably have been fine and good if the patient in question wasn’t asleep in practically the same room as the kitchen. 

[akillerconundrum]

Escapism

@onexbadday

Ed wouldn’t consider himself beaten, of course not. Resigned to his situation for now, perhaps. 

Bored out of his skull, most certainly. 

The hullabaloo with Strange had certainly spiced things up in Arkham at the time, and the small handful of escape attempts before, during, and after, but Edward Nygma considered himself a smart man, and soon acquiesced himself to attempting good behavior as a tactic. It wasn’t some sort of deep depression as he scratched puzzles onto the walls of his cell, or stared blankly at nothing during meals. Perhaps a little. Intermingling with the other inmates had certainly lost it’s charm, his patience wavering between disconnected waiting for it to finish, or excessively short. 

The world had boiled down to a ticking clock of Routine: woken by guards, line up for meals, dispose of morning medication discretely, exercise, another meal,  recreation, more pills to not take, back to his cell, one more meal, lights out, rinse and repeat. Things were occasionally broken up by Group Sessions, or the occasional visit from Oswald where he feigned humanity for a few minutes, before being lead back out and into the loop of the Routine once again.

He had been milking the cookies his friend had given him for a couple weeks, ever thankful the guards had allowed them, losing only a few to defuse the occasional conflict along the way. Keeping to himself, he waited out Recreation Time by nibbling on one of the very last three and hovering over his scrap of paper while scribbling away some sort of rough schematic with a small piece of charcoal.

Why they didn’t trust him with a darn pencil of all things....

His scribbling increased in intensity as he shaded in an area for clarity. 

“What do you call a baby rifle?” He murmured to no one in particular. 

[mirkwccd]

@ttotallytubular​

An incredulous look crossed Mike’s face upon hearing Dustin’s reasoning. They locked themselves in the AV club room for a party meeting about Dustin’s new pet, Dart. Originally they were going to show Mr. Clarke the new found discovery but that all came to a screeching halt when Will approached him in the hall. Apparently Dart wasn’t from this world, he was from the Upside Down which was a concern, a potential threat even.  “A bond? What, because you like nougat?”

[digdugg]

“I didn’t do anything wrong and I’m the one getting punished.”

[akillerconundrum]

@kingpincobblepot

“Mr. Penguin?” It was never fully dark in his loft, not between the neon and wide windows open to the brightly lit city outside, never mind his own collection of twinkling curios, but even so, Ed peered up at the shadowed ceiling with a barely contained grin. “Mr. Penguin, are you awake?” It was approaching three A.M. and he was certainly awake, brain far too reeling to simply roll over. He was too long for the couch, but that was fine, ankles hanging over the foam-roll of an arm rest. He so rarely had guests, let alone ones spending the night, let alone spending several nights, and Oswald needed his rest to recover so it was more than alright to allow him the bed. “Mr. Penguin?” He tried again, a little louder, from his spot in the sitting room area.

[akillerconundrum]

🎤

Send 🎤 to overhear my muse singing

Oswald would have woken that morning to the smells of the kitchen, Ed bustling about his loft merrily as he set about his cooking like a carefully measured and orchestrated experiment where in one wrong move could make the whole thing go horribly awry- although by the smell of it, it only involved bacon and eggs. Still, he sang quietly as he gave the omelette a flip, “I'm your only friend, I'm not your only friend, But I'm a little glowing friend, But really I'm not actually your friend, But I am-” 

As things sizzled away, he carefully cleaned up the chopped remains of ingredients that weren’t needed, still singing away as he tossed them in the bin, “Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch, Who watches over you...Make a little birdhouse in your soul~!”