Sometimes, I feel like going down I'm so disconnected

[osreborn]

WHO: Norman Osborn and you!
WHERE: NoHoPE
WHEN: Visiting hours (let's say between 1 and 4) on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Specify the time and date in your comment.
WARNINGS: Hmm.
SUMMARY: Isn't it obvious?
FORMAT: Whatever is your pleasure.


It wasn't even a week since he'd been incarcerated in his hospital. Norman was far more stable than he had been when he was arrested thanks to the medications he was inundated with -- pills he tried not to swallow, injections that he couldn't avoid. He was calmer thanks to sedation, but the other affects would take longer to kick in fully. His body rebelled, trying to fight them.

He scratched at his neck, chewed his nails, slept poorly. One of the worst things about being here was the inability to have private conversations; Norman was missing them already.

The other things he might miss weren't things he would ever consciously admit to himself.

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[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

"Is this what hurts you most?" Eddie adopted a mocking tone. "Surely not. Though no doubt that hypothetical someone was one clever fellow, to use your nearly-son so deftly."

He grinned again.

"Harry was instrumental in your fall."

[osreborn]

"I know what he did. He told me. He told me what he did." Norman narrowed his eyes, leaning forward.

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

"He told you." The disappointment dripped. "Really. He couldn't wait? You must have provoked him."

[osreborn]

"Alluded to it, more likely. But it wasn't hard to pick up what he was saying."

Norman's fingers dug into his palm again.

"So it was you."

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Norman's words were met with cold candor.

"Naturally, Norman. Who else would be as capable as me? Or have the motivation? Who else deserved it as much as I did?"

[osreborn]

"Hm. I suppose he got his just deserts, all the same. I won't begrudge him for it -- it's far too pitiful."

Norman folded his hands in his lap.

"You must be proud of yourself."

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

"Did he?" Eddie inclined his head, looking thoughtful. "He should have been more careful, then. He ought to know better."

A smooth preen followed Norman's assertion.

"Who wouldn't be? I'm as pleased with myself as you're infuriated, surely."

[osreborn]

"He ought to, yes." Norman's expression didn't change. "Savor that feeling, Nygma. Because I can assure you, this isn't over. I can get at you even from here."

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

It didn't ring false. But he didn't flinch with this knowledge, not for curtain call.

"Game, set, match. Over. It was truly enjoyable, Norman, I'll grant you that," he said as he turned heel, his eyes set on the doors down the hall. "You were a fun opponent."

[osreborn]

"So long, Nygma. I'll see you later."

Norman smiled, as he waved.