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Oswald Cobblepot's Diary

Ugh, FINE! I admit it! I have watched Rom-Coms before! Gah....

Oswald POV

Love life? What love life? I'm just a weird little nobody. Who on earth would want someone like me?

I didn't know the answer until I got a job at a the GCPD as a receptionist. There was the hunky cop Jim Gordon, The bad boy frequent delinquent Jerome Valeska, whom I saw at least 4 times a week in the holding cell, The cold yet warm neuroscientist Victor Fries, who is a consultant that comes in to help with certain cases, the hot, funky, psychopath assassin Victor Zsasz, who comes in every now and then on a job to collect someone to kill...

And him. The nerdy, shy, awkward, handsome, sexy, beautiful forensic scientist...

Edward. Elliott. Nygma.

Oh, I was head over heels in love with all of them. They were all so beautiful in their own unique ways.

I'm sitting at the front desk when Jim walks in, looking all tired and grumpy.

"Is everything alright, Detective Gordon?" I say politely.

"We've been working together for 4 weeks, Oswald. Call me Jim." He says with that sexy smile.

"Jim." I say shakily, staring into his blue eyes. God, they're beautiful.

"Hey, have you been seeing anyone lately?" Jim says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Um, no, why do you ask?" I say, confused.

"The annual Police Ball is this Saturday. And I don't have a date." Jim says smoothly.

"Um, no, I'm not seeing anyone." I say quietly, adjusting my hair.

"See you at 7:00 PM, Saturday." Jim says, walking over to his desk.

Later that day, I'm  waiting at the bus stop when a familiar lanky, skinny dork comes running over through the pouring rain. He looks dreadful.

"Mr Nygma, have you gone mad?! You'll catch pneumonia and die!" I exclaim in shock.

"I didn't know it was gonna rain. I've just had the worst day, my car won't start, I had to call a tow truck, it's gonna cost a fortune to fix...I'm screwed!" Ed yells,  infuriated at himself and the world.

"Hey, cheer up. There's always sunshine tomorrow." I say warmly, holding my umbrella over his head.

"Easy for you to say." Ed grumbles.

Quite the pessimist...

"Well, I'm quite optimistic. I'm always happy knowing that the sun will come up tomorrow." I say warmly, smiling up at Mr Grumpy pants.

"I don't understand optimists. They're just strange creatures. Life is like a jack-in-the-box, fun at first, then it hits you with a jumpscare."

"What an odd analogy." I say quietly, amused. He smirks, rolling his eyes.

That Saturday night, I stand in my room, staring at the 4 suits I have layed out on the bed.

Which one shall I pick?

Navy blue?

Slate black?

Charcoal Gray?

Royal Purple?

Decisions, decisions. I pace back and forth, indecisive. Gah! Pull it together, Cobblepot! James Gordon has asked you out on a date! You must look your best, silly boy! I turn around and pick the purple suit, quickly putting it on. I apply my makeup and spike my hair up just right.

Just then, there's a knock on the door. I go and answer it, nearly tripping over one of my dog's toys.

"Hi." I say warmly, gazing up at him. Beautiful hunk...

"We should get going. Don't wanna be late." Jim says, taking my hand and leading me downstairs.

We get in his car and he drives us to the Police Ball. The venue is decorated in royal blues and gleaming golds.

It was one of the funnest nights of my life. Dancing and drinking the night away with Jim Gordon.

To be continued in...

"Oswald Cobblepot's Diary", my newest story!