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Oswald would slowly open his eyes on another cold dreary morning in BlackGate, staring at the well worn ceiling. He grunted, sitting up right after a solid few minutes of silence. Hearing only the clattering of cell doors and the obnoxious cries of the fellow prisoners. He sighed, tugging at his uniform that had already started to pull at the curves on his body. How long had he even been here? He could barely tell without asking. A knock at the door caught his attention, scampering up right trying not to act suspicious, only making him seem even more. "Mr Cobblepot? Mail for you. . Again." The officer handed him his letter, being handed in almost daily. "Yes yes thank you- Just leave!" He tried to keep his composure seeing the letter in his grubby little hands. He smiled, sitting back down on his bed, the rusted springs creaking with every movement. He stared at the letter in awe. 'Oswald C. Cobblepot. My dearest partner' It was from him alright. The only man who could put up with his nonsense. Edward Nygma. The Penguin fumbled open the letter, ripping the top of it as per usual. His fingernails had gotten long and overgrown since his initial arrival to BlackGate 3 years prior. He took out the letter, stuffing the envelope down the side of his bed revealing the large amount he had collected. He refused to thrown any out, Oswald making sure the cleaners didn't dare touch his hoard. He stared at the letter in awe, his two mis-matched eyes glossing over with tears. After the grenade incident he had to have it replaced within the 6 months of actual freedom. He wanted it just like Miss Mooney, paying good money for the right colour. Those 6 months were some of the best. . He had everything he wanted. Money, respect, the man of his dreams. Yet of course a certain Commissioner had to tear down his empire like a parasite growing from underneath his gaze. Oswald didn't want to think about him right now, not when he had Edwards embrace within his hands.
He looked down to the letter, smelling the ink that indicated it had been written only a few days prior. A small origami Penguin fell from the end of the letter, Oswald chuckling a little. "Oh Ed. . " He stared back at the letter, beginning to read it:
"Dear Oswald C. Cobblepot~
Apologies for my delay in letters, whatever buffoon who runs Arkham has decided we needed a 3 day 'Emotional getaway' (Which in my honest opinion was an excuse for the staff to lock us up in our cell rooms and not listen to my valid critiques.) Not only did I have to deal with the whining from the other inmates but i ran out of ink mid way through initially writing this letter ruining the flow of it all. Non the less I'm writing now with a new pen and paper. I believe they only let me write to you as a way of getting me to be quiet- As if I'm not the sanest person in this rotten building surrounded by idiots, fools, and a god forsaken ?¿?¿. . . " The letter devolved into incoherent ramblings for a moment, nothing no man could unsolve but Nygma himself. It continued on: "Sorry about that, I had a little bit of an emotional moment. I'll keep this letter brief as not to kill off this pen any quicker. Write back to me soon Oswald. I'll look forward to it. Yours Truly, Edward Nygma. Your Business Partner. ?" Oswald chuckled at the last part, picking up the paper penguin in his lap. He stared at it longingly, moving it between his fingers. "Business Partners. . Oh Edward for the smartest man in Gotham you don't act like it around me. ."