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Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
WHO: Riddler and Rorschach.
WHERE: A bar.
WHEN: May 28th, 4:00PM. During the Osborn assassination attempt.
WARNINGS: It’s a special bar.
SUMMARY: Edward extends the olive branch to his best buddy Rorschach. Sorta.
FORMAT: The usual.
“And remember to bring your precious little diary. I want to know who’s the hunkiest hunk in town, as told by the great detective Fornicating Bunnies Face.”
Edward had mockingly sneered those last words into the communicator before he hung up. It was the best way to draw Rorschach out for a second meeting, deduced the Riddler; act as condescending as possible, and the other man wouldn’t—couldn’t—back down. Not from Eddie. It was a challenge.
A challenge that borne a risk. Edward knew what would unfold within the next hour. He knew, thanks to Osborn’s little show and tell a few days previous, that the camera crews of the local stations would be glued to this shiny, controversial hero. And—moreover—Eddie knew that today, Osborn was going to be a star.
So he knew he needed a slick alibi. He knew he needed to be in the presence of the one man who could possibly figure out his brilliant scheme. Eddie knew he had to make Rorschach believe that he was as removed from the Osborn plot as possible; if the other detective caught a whiff of evidence that Eddie was the mastermind of something much bigger, well.
Then it was Game Over. And that was unacceptable.
So Edward Nygma took a risk. He put himself directly into the lion’s den to prove he was a lamb. They would both see this unfold together. In the company of drinks and chatter and assumption. It would make or break his façade of innocence.
Thank God he was a hell of an actor.
So Edward was waiting outside a swank bar on Seventh Avenue. It was small and discreet on the outside. But whenever the door swung open, a loud burst of the Scissor Sisters broke through the air.
Oh damn. Eddie forgot to mention one minor detail about the establishment.
WHERE: A bar.
WHEN: May 28th, 4:00PM. During the Osborn assassination attempt.
WARNINGS: It’s a special bar.
SUMMARY: Edward extends the olive branch to his best buddy Rorschach. Sorta.
FORMAT: The usual.
“And remember to bring your precious little diary. I want to know who’s the hunkiest hunk in town, as told by the great detective Fornicating Bunnies Face.”
Edward had mockingly sneered those last words into the communicator before he hung up. It was the best way to draw Rorschach out for a second meeting, deduced the Riddler; act as condescending as possible, and the other man wouldn’t—couldn’t—back down. Not from Eddie. It was a challenge.
A challenge that borne a risk. Edward knew what would unfold within the next hour. He knew, thanks to Osborn’s little show and tell a few days previous, that the camera crews of the local stations would be glued to this shiny, controversial hero. And—moreover—Eddie knew that today, Osborn was going to be a star.
So he knew he needed a slick alibi. He knew he needed to be in the presence of the one man who could possibly figure out his brilliant scheme. Eddie knew he had to make Rorschach believe that he was as removed from the Osborn plot as possible; if the other detective caught a whiff of evidence that Eddie was the mastermind of something much bigger, well.
Then it was Game Over. And that was unacceptable.
So Edward Nygma took a risk. He put himself directly into the lion’s den to prove he was a lamb. They would both see this unfold together. In the company of drinks and chatter and assumption. It would make or break his façade of innocence.
Thank God he was a hell of an actor.
So Edward was waiting outside a swank bar on Seventh Avenue. It was small and discreet on the outside. But whenever the door swung open, a loud burst of the Scissor Sisters broke through the air.
Oh damn. Eddie forgot to mention one minor detail about the establishment.