[He missed it, there was no question. He missed the crisp, cutting air at this level, he missed the perspective of people dotting along city streets like pinpricks. Edward Nygma missed running outside of society sometimes, even though he simultaneously adored running it.
The conflict caused a subtle schism in his mind.
So sometimes, when nights were clean and clear, he'd sneak past the usual security and unriddle the proper padlocks. Sometimes he'd climb onto the soaring roof of City Hall and watch the pinpricks dart about below.
On top of City Hall; 3/19 early nightfall
The conflict caused a subtle schism in his mind.
So sometimes, when nights were clean and clear, he'd sneak past the usual security and unriddle the proper padlocks. Sometimes he'd climb onto the soaring roof of City Hall and watch the pinpricks dart about below.
Sometimes it soothed him.]