[Edward fiddled with his handcuffs, resisting the urge to unpuzzle them. It would be so easy so very easy. And yet, he reasoned, it would be nevertheless unfortunately incriminating. Nothing quite gets interpreted as treason like insubordination. So he sat on his makeshift metal bed with its crumpled and lumpy mattress and tried to ignore the fact that Norman Osborn, Tony Stark, some Skrull and the Talking Lobster were all with him in this room. The idea alone was suffocation.
His faith in the population he lead was faltering, and quickly.]
Edward Nygma
His faith in the population he lead was faltering, and quickly.]