The Drunken Man- Oswald Cobblepot and Edward Nygma (Gotham)

                                    

                                          
"Woohooooooo!" Y/N exclaimed as she leaned her head out of the window of Victor's car, her hair blowing behind her in the wind as Voctor raced the car around Gotham. "Ah, Victor, do you feel the wind in your hair? Oh... wait."
Victor snorted and shook his head. "I could blow your head wide open, no matter what amount of hair you have."
"Oh no, I feel so threatened," Y/N feigned fear. "Come on, brother, you know you can't hurt me. You're too soft."
"I'M TOO SOFT?" Victor asked with a scoff. "I'm not the one who has not one, but TWO boyfriends. I mean, come on, that's pretty ridiculous, considering you're MY sister. It would be one thing if you're cheating on them with each other, but you're all... polymorph... or polygraph... or pomegranate..."
"Polyamorous," Y/N corrected. "So what? Can't you just be happy that I'm in love?"
"No," Victor answered plainly.
Y/N rolled her eyes. "Will you just drop me off, please? I haven't been home all day, they're probably spiralling right now."
"I can see that happening," Victor said as he pulled up to the Manor.
Before Y/N got out of the car, she punched Victor in the arm. "You do realize you need to respect both my boyfriends, they're both your boss."
"Oswald is. But I don't answer to Edward," he clarified.
"Fuck off," Y/N told her brother, who flipped her off before speeding off.
Y/N chuckled to herself as she watched her brother drive away. She fixed her hair before stepping up to the manor and letting herself in. "Boys, I'm home!" she called.
There was no reply.
"Boys?" She repeated, drawing her gun when silence answered her once more. "Alright scumbags, I know you're there. Come out, come out, wherever you are."
Y/N crept through the empty hallways of the manor, busting open doors as she went, looking for anything that didn't look right. Finally, she came upon something- or rather, someone- when she burst through the door of the study, guns ablaze.
Butch threw up his hands and backed against the desk. "Hey, hey, hey, woah, woah, woah, it's just me, Y/N, it's just me."
Y/N huffed and backed off. "Where are Ed and Oz?" she asked. "I've been looking all over for them, I was beginning to think someone broke in and killed them."
"They're in the gardens," Butch said, pointing out of the window to the vast expanse of greenery outside.
Y/N put her gun away and nodded. "Thanks."
She ran outside and glanced around the different paths. She didn't need to debate which one to take, however, because she knew exactly where Ed and Oz would be. Y/N rushed through the different parts of the garden, her all-black leather jumpsuit sticking out amongst the many different colours of the flowers.
Finally, she reached her destination: the Morning Glory garden.
Y/N had always loved Morning Glories because they reminded her of herself. While classified as a weed, they were gorgeous, and when kept trimmed, they could flower into beautiful shades of blue without harming the other plants. When she walked the garden from time to time, Y/N would visit the Morning Glories the most, so naturally, her boyfriends followed suit. Oswald had even placed a statue of his late mother there.
She could hear noises inside the garden. Thumping. And crying. And perhaps some squelching.
Y/N peeked her head around a trellis and saw Oswald hitting a dead body repeatedly with a baseball bat while tears were running down his cheeks. Edward looked too scared to move, as he was perched on a bench, not saying a word, just watching Oswald do his thing.