It was not an easy decision, but a necessary one. There were a few other options, but Edward was suspecting that whatever - whoever - was keeping Lyle Bolton in Arkham had to have a lot of influence. Calling just anyone would not do. No, he had to call someone. And no one in Gotham was more of a someone than Oswald Cobblepot.

On the surface, there wasn't really any issue with calling Oswald. He liked Oswald, for the most part, and he had no doubt that Oswald liked him. Appreciated him, even, for his habit of wearing very tight-fitted pants as much as his intellect and ability to entertain the crowd at the Iceberg Lounge. He was certain that Oswald had at least some vested interest in him not being wasted in Arkham. However, Oswald never did anything for free and, as favours went, depending on how negotiations went? This could count as a big one.

So Edward made sure he was no longer concussed when he used his phone call to dial his way through the system, bypassing the numerous people on the way and making sure his call would go straight to Oswald's personal telephone in his office in the Iceberg Lounge. It was afternoon, so he expected he'd be at work, not too drunk, and hopefully in a good enough mood. "Oswald? Good day to you! Edward here, Edward Nygma. It's been too long."