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"Really, now?" Sounds like someone's been going on a little 'treasure hunt' for themselves... A mildly concerning thought, but it doesn't sound like he's dug-up anything too substantial. At least to her knowledge.

She chuckles, a sound that rolls. "Did you know your questions tend to sound like riddles too, dear? But regardless, the answer is: 'Whatever it is that I feel you should know'."

"Besides... I thought you liked 'puzzles'."

“Oops...did you take a shower already? I wanted to join you." @question-marked

"- just about to, actually."

It was taking longer than he expected to choose between shampoo and conditioner - so he grabs both, just to be quick about it.

Edward is one of the very few people he doesn't mind being around him in a more - vulnerable - state, at all. It's quite normal, and normal is nice on occasion. No chaos, no madness, no worrying about having a shiv stuck between his ribs, no guard turning the water off after five minutes - sure, it's not Wayne Manor, but it's not Arkham, either.

"The way I feel, I could shower the rest of the day."

Breaking out of Arkham is a sweaty, messy job.

"I've never been so happy to see hotel soap..."

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a powerful gust of arctic wind blows through the steel door and busts the hinges wide open with minimal effort. she can sense the riddler's body temperature from inside the private exhibition and enters it, expecting a well coordinated ambush from his goons. they would only be greeted with an icy reception on her behalf. but for now—frost has all the time in the world to assassinate him. there was no need to end his life so soon without striking a little terror first.

❝ riddler! i'm here to kill you. is now a bad time? ❞ she taunts as soon as she's spotted him far across the room.

@question-marked replied: "Wanna play chess instead?"

"...Sure. You can pick your color."

Copperhead had brought his fair share of trouble to Gotham but tonight people could rest a little easier knowing that winter was the season where he was least active. Currently the metahuman was curled up beneath an electric blanket, watching online documentaries about unsolved crimes while enjoying a tray of sushi delivered right to his doorstep.

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1.

Edward: I’m so tired.

Astrid : Did you get to bed late?

Edward: No.

Astrid : Did you do something strenuous?

Edward: No.

Astrid : Then why are you tired?

Edward: I’m alive.

Astrid : Sounds exhausting.

2.

Astrid : How are you today?

Edward: Please don’t make me think about my life.

3.

Astrid : Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing.

Edward: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

@question-marked asked: “are you making fresh pasta?”

barton managed to barely hear eddie over the sound of two of his kids arguing in the background — who seemed to be jack and matilda, respectively, as he would soon call out to them using their names in his native tongue. but the fact remained that he had heard him and so after he essentially told them to ' get along ' in french, barton turned to face the other. he was currently kneading what looked to be some kind of dough with his hands, ❝ sorry, they've been unusually argumentative today with each other. you're going to have to excuse them. but yeah... lucky for you, you caught me right in the middle of making dinner. ❞

barton seemed to have some experience as he hadn't gotten any of the dough on his hands and it seemed to be quite close to having the right texture (not too dry, and not too wet). and truthfully, he did as the recipe he'd gotten for chicken alfredo from winslow? it called for homemade noodles so he figured he might as well try his hand at it. though barton still wasn't good at certain aspects of it, like actually rolling the dough through the pasta maker. a purposely overdramatic sigh left his lips then, ❝ ahh, but i'm really no good at rolling the dough through the pasta maker myself. if only there were someone here who could do it for me. ❞ he discretely looked over to edward afterward as if to say ' i'm totally not talking about you here, but also, i am. ' barton really didn't like to look like he wasn't an expert at things in the kitchen after all when he'd been cooking so long.

but this was only his second time making this, so he supposed it was more than reasonable for him to still struggle with it. barton stopped kneading the dough and looked at edward through squinted eyes as if analyzing him, ❝ i'm still a bit confused as to why you would come here when you're not injured. would you mind telling me again why you're here, considering i don't think you like me enough to be here simply for a social call? oh, and while you're doing that, could you also get me that dough cutter over there? thanks, ❞ a small unreadable smile ghosted across his features while he gestured towards the blade a little ways away from him. edward had honestly given him no reason to hate him, so as it stood, he felt rather ambivalent towards him. ❝ say, you aren't a vegetarian... right? because i'm making chicken alfredo. and enough to feed a small army, probably, so you can definitely have some. ❞

“I used to take care of stray cats and dogs when I was a child, I built my first PC when I was 14, and I visited Rome when I was 12 years old.” @question-marked (Detective AU)

Send me two truths and a lie about your muse, and I’ll guess which is which!

Roman almost smiled, leaning forwards over the table with growing interest as he saw Edward standing first in line with his series of questions. Hard to believe that not so very long ago, the two of them had been at each other's throats. Quite literally in some cases, united only in their hatred for Batman but now things were more cordial between them, and Roman was left thinking about what he remembered about the other man.

"You mentioned once about having a nonna and nonno... you're like me, having roots in another country but ended up stuck in this crapheap of a city for some ungodly reason. I think you did visit Rome with your nonni materni back when you were 12." He wasn't 100% certain, but he was fairly certain of it. Edward spoke highly of his grandparents and chances are he did get taken to the capital of Italy when he was a boy, back when things were simpler and more innocent. "You've always been a softy even when you were running around Gotham getting up to no good... so I think you fed strays when you could as a kid. You didn't have a mean streak as wide as Penguin's ass, never did even before Arkham got it's grips into you. So I think the lie is... that you built your first PC when you were 14." Not because Roman thought Eddie was a dumbass. Hell, he was probably a bright kid given the kind of man he turned out to be, but he always said his dad was a piece of shit and there was no way the old man would fork out the cash for something as pricey as a PC unless Eddie's grandparents paid for it, which seemed unlikely given what he remembered about them passing before their grandson was old enough to move out of his deadbeat of a dad's apartment.

@question-marked liked for a starter!

A gloved hand grabs the mans shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

" Where do you think you're going? "

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"It's great to see you too as well, Detective and I'm doing well as always." Damian seems to trust the detective even when his father Bruce trusts Edward.

"I'll be sure to pass the message on to him for you, Detective." He then pats Edward's back as a token of appreciation for the hug. There's one thing Damian has never done yet, calling the detective by name and he's more used to being formal.

"Although, I overheard Dad in a conversation with Alfred that you have taken on a case and that's why I'm here. I'm hoping to help you with this case." Damian offered, raising an eyebrow. "I'm known to get intel easily by being sneaky."

@eclipscius sent: Riddle me this Quizz, without feather or wing I fly, but you'll known what I am when I hover near by. What am I? @question-marked

At the mention of his human owner's ever-familiar catchphrase, the chopper looked up from what he was studying was on the floor-- a large book of trivia questions.

What flies without wings or feathers, but audibly hovers? Now that alone was an obvious one, even if there was some thought given to it. And Quizz would know, considering he was... well, the answer.

"Why, Riddler, sir, that's SO easy. The answer is a a Helicopter, like me!" He smirked, his digital eyes briefly vanishing to display text that said 'Playing://AwwYisssIGotIt.mp3' above his mouth.

Then he got an idea.

"Hey, I learned quite a few stumpers recently, wanna hear 'em?" If they were gonna be sharing riddles, the A.I-Chopper figured he'd throw some in, too.

"What if they kissed?" @question-marked

Send “What if they kissed?” and I’ll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren’t shipped together. it is it’s own thing and doesn’t have to lead to an official ship. a “what if scenario” @question-marked

"Why the curious countenance? Don't say that you were beginning to doubt me, my dear."

River smirks at that. He looks like the cat that caught the canary clear, and why wouldn't he? Whatever 'magic' Eddie concocted in that room, whatever he nabbed, he did it smooth as butter was soft; It was always such a treat to witness, even when assigned the task of 'door duty' on these little ventures they shared. But fate is one fickle fiend of a creature, and there's no time to bask in the glow of a job well done on this night. Not when the sound of hurried strides and harsh mutterings rise high above distant music, from the gala they'd absconded from earlier.

It's the worst kind of hand to be dealt. Room's at a dead-end hall, and they're dressed for dinner and dancing; not the kind requiring the limberness needed should alarm be raised. But there's a resolve to River, even as she turns and presses a bewildered him against the now-closed door, eyes flashing with silent plea to listen for once.

"...I'm sorry." The apology is hushed, hesitance in red-nailed fingers that curl into a fine silk shirt, "I-... Need you to trust me on this, alright? Just follow my lead and improvise, it'll be fine."

Closer now, enough to see the sparkle of her eyeshadow. She can see that Eddie understands, feel it in building hum-drum buzz, and the way he relaxes. "Close your eyes, and think of someone else if you have to. But whatever you do, we have to make it look good."

Such was last thing said, before their lips finally met. Tentative tasting, awkwardness that bleeds into instinct, into something resembling hunger before long. Somewhere along the way his hands managed to find that space where waistline meets hip, access to fist sequined fabric and tear a hitched sound between kisses as he drags her closer still. A deepness River's all-too eager to meet, with arms that rise to slip around his neck.

They make it look good, and as they do, lines quickly begin to blur.

"Hey-... Hey, lovebirds!" Came the indignant cry, "Don't you know this area's off-limits to guests? Go do that crap somewhere else!"

Blinding light from a flashlight is what finally ends their heated embrace. This guard sounds exasperated, maybe they weren't the first pair caught getting lascivious in a dark corner; but it sure sounded like he wanted them to be the last. Good. River was betting on that. A bit of hotheaded anger makes for pliable putty, so long as one presses the right spots.

"Goodness, I'm sorry, sir!" River purrs, flashing her prettiest smile, "We were on our way out, honest... It's just when those drinks start to flow the hands start to wander, you know? Couldn't help ourselves."

Two individuals, breathless and disheveled, and looking so very smug. Oh, it's a sight that annoys, she can tell; and that beat between felt so nail-bitingly long.

"...Five minutes." Mr. Security says at last, with a sneer that screams they should appreciate this, "You have five. Minutes. Both of you better be out of this hall by the time I come back around, got it?"

Crystal. River would've answered as much too, but the grouch's back was already a wall, presented as he turned-tail. Off to terrorize some other hapless party-goers no doubt, but that's fine... That's fine.

"...Come-on darling, the coast is clear." Gaze lowers, a thumb reaches high to brush a stray bit of red still smudged along his lower lip. Heat remains to be sure, but River flees from it with a gesture of the head.

"I think we need to steal an actual drink or two, before we vamoose."

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"Weird that we know the same Riddler. Cute guy, has a kitty cat, speaks Italian..."

Two-Face doesn't look bothered, just amused.

Weird, sure. There's no other way to phrase 'we've been with the same guy' that isn't weird.

"... smart kid." he shrugs. "I told him the Italian thing made him sound like a mob boss, but I'm a little prejudiced."

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❝ ballroom dancing...❞ she repeated back thoughtfully and nods gently at that enticing idea. ❝ hmm, sounds perfectly fine to me. you must know the basics, right? we can jump straight to it if you're that cocky, though, i oughta warn you to watch your step around me if you're a little rusty around the edges, edward. i don't wanna 'accidentally' turn you into an ice statue. ❞

louise's hand is then outstretched for him to take in a regal manner. her posture automatically sets itself into a poised, dancers stance. a challenging expression begins to override her usual deadpan visage. ❝ shall we? ❞

"I bet that you can't solve this rubik's cube in under 3 minutes." @question-marked

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"I bet that you're gonna eat your words!" Robin grinned, immediately setting to work, his tongue poking out from his lips while he set up the first layer cross.

And as he did so, he was left completely and utterly distracted for the next two minutes.

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"Your suggestion on getting past security was perfect, not that I expected anything less from your expect planning. Soon we'll have what we came for, and maybe after business is concluded here, I can show you my, ah... appreciation on making this such a smooth job."

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring (Eddie is many things but boring he is not) / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical (sorry but you are Eddie :') / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex!

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them? / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.