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]

"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.