REMEMBER?

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by bloodlova

by bloodlova

"jimbo,"

edward clung to the barring holding him into the rec room, jim gordon walking by.

"ed," jim looked at him with a look of distaste, his name sounding like venom out of his mouth.

"look, i know that you hate me, but i need your help -" ed followed jim down the corridor behind the bars as jim briskly walked by, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

"no, ed, im not helping you -"

"its oswald, jim -!"

as jim turned, about to walk down the next hallway, he stopped dead in his tracks at eds words.

he turned back, his face contorted in confusion. "the penguin?" jims gravelly voice spat out.

"yes, yes. he needs to be released, or - or transferred." eds voice was shaky as he stared at jim. "hes not sick, hes being mistreated -"

"ed, its therapy. hes being rehabilitated. its for his own good," jim shook his head at ed. "youre both insane, remember?"

jim turned back and walked down the hallway, ignoring the caged mans yells of protest.