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I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable, I am an Original.

I'm not falling behind or Running late. I'm not standing still, I am lying in wait.

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“Honestly - What is the point in man’s sacred man cave when everybody appears to insist upon disrupting the sanctity of it with their presence today?” Mitchell huffed, although, his slight grin gave away that he wasn’t too irritated by the company. He had been careful to lay low after being busted by the big bat but life was short and Mitchell’s patience? Far shorter. He was tired of hiding in the shadows, it was about time that he got to come back out and play. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Lucius raised his eyebrows as Mitchell Mayo spoke. “Perhaps if you would prefer privacy, you could do a better job of selecting a hidden location,” he said. “It was fairly easy to find you.” Actually, it had been very easy to find him, but Lucius didn’t want to be rude. “You’ve been strangely quiet,” he said, wit a little shrug as he glanced the man over. “It certainly isn’t like you. I was simply wondering if you had gone to ground.”

#c: mitchell

professorpuzzles:

“Well… I don’t appreciate being teased. Lots of people tease me, but I didn’t expect you to.” Listening to Foxy’s words as he spoke to him. He tried to swallow back all the pain and wooziness that came from his wound. Focussing instead on the conversation. “You didn’t need to.” He finally replied, “You kept mementos in your last apartment.” He didn’t want Foxy thinking he didn’t know something, even if he was just telling him about it for the first time now. “Thomas?” Lucius hardly ever mentioned him but he knew from general snooping that the two of them were pretty close once upon a time. Was he offering a show of emotional vulnerability as a way to even their playing field and make Ed feel better about being forced to be vulnerable himself? Interesting. His thought was interrupted by the needle piercing him once again. “Ow-” He winced. Averting his gaze from Lucius’s steady stitch work. Bringing a hand up to his mouth and lightly biting it to try and ignore the pain a little better. It wasn’t long before his friend wrapped up his wound and with that, Ed decided to thank him and get out of there as quickly as he could. “Great! Well, this has been lovely but I should go.” He said, turning in his seat and standing up. Though perhaps a little too fast. All at once the world spun and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor trying to push himself back up slowly. “Or… not?”

Lucius looked at him for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Friends can tease each other, too, you know. I did not mean any harm.” He shrugged. “I suppose not,” he said. “But I wasn't going to leave you here hurt and bleeding.” He looked over at him with a little smile. “I did,” he said. “I have them here too. Like many things, they are better seen with the lights on.” He frowned slightly as it was clear Edward was in pain, but there wasn’t much he could do about that right now. “Oh, I don’t think—!” But before he could finish, Edward was already crumpling. He knelt down to help him to his feet, putting an arm around his waist and hauling him up, perhaps less gently than he should. But his upper body strength had never been significant, even with Edward’s slim frame to contend with. “Or not,” he confirmed. “I think you should stay here tonight. You are in no condition to be going any further than the couch.” And even then it was clear that Lucius would have to help him, as he propelled him gently toward the piece of furniture in question. “Here, sit. I’ll get you a pillow and blankets,” he said. “And stay here. Don’t try to climb out the window while I’m gone. You’ll end up tangled in the fire escape.”

#c: ed

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“He looks rather formidable, but Titus isn’t quite so fierce as he appears at first glance.” Lucius spoke with a soft smile, though he had to plant his feet and exert most of his strength to keep Titus on his leash. “He does seem very…” He tugged on the leash with a little grunt of effort. “Unusually eager to meet you. For the most part he is not so friendly.”

#c: logan

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Lucius pressed the towel against the cut on his forehead, turning as he heard footsteps approach. “What are you doing here?” he said, surprised. He pressed the towel more firmly against the cut, huffing softly. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer some peace and quiet,” he said. “At least give me the opportunity to ascertain if I have a concussion in peace.”

#c: artemis

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“Tim--” Lucius smiled faintly as he saw the young man, arching an eyebrow as he looked over at him. “I didn’t expect to see you attending tonight.” Despite the fact that this was a Wayne Enterprises soiree. He knew Tim wasn’t really the type to…well, socialize. “Does Bruce have evidence of you in a compromising position?” he teased, another smile touching his lips. “Neglecting to use an Oxford comma, perhaps?” He smiled again. “In any case, it’s certainly nice to see you.”

#c: tim

professorpuzzles:

“It’s none of your concern, Foxy.” Edward replied. The less Lucius was involved, the better. He was well aware that his status as a criminal complicated things. Especially because of Lucius’s close connections with the police. As much as he liked the man, he couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t relay any information he gave him to Jim. Who was annoyingly relentless. “A hurricane.” He scoffed again, “I can’t believe you of all people didn’t get it.” Not catching on that Fox was just doing it to bother him. Ed placed an elbow on the table and his head in his good hand. He still felt woozy. Like he might slump over at any given moment. “…Okay.” He finally whispered. Giving into the help after all the time he spent attempting to fight it. He was in no condition to do it himself and it wasn’t like Lucius was wrong. He preformed brain surgery on him. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Edward mumbled. Leaning into his hand and closing his eyes for a moment before the sharp pain of the needle forced him awake again. Jolting once again that night. Turning his head so he could watch what he was doing. His breaths becoming strained with pain. Anyone would think he’d be used to this kind of thing by now. Yet, there he was. Trying to stop himself from grabbing his old friend’s wrist to force him to stop. Wanting. No, needing to focus on something else. He started to take the other man in. “That’s a nice colour on you.” He got out about his pyjamas.

Lucius just looked at him steadily. “Perhaps it normally wouldn’t have been,” he said. “But oddly enough, once you chose to break into my home, I do feel somewhat involved in the matter.” A faint smile touched his lips as Edward huffed at him. “I did,” he clarified gently. “I was just teasing you.” He made a soft little humming noise as Edward agreed to let him help. Lucius pressed his lips together as he noticed Ed was in pain, but there was little he could do about that for lack of a proper medical facility. Which his kitchen certainly was not, as well-stocked as it was with elegant victuals. “Thank you,” he said, with a little smile. “They’re silk.” He continued to stitch up Edward’s wound, talking as he did so. “I picked them up in Paris. Have I ever told you that I’ve been there? I went for a work trip when I was employed by Wayne Enterprises.” He smiled faintly. “That seems like a very long time ago,” he said. “Another life, almost. Thomas and I went together.” Even all these years later, a little frisson of grief rippled through his chest as he thought of Thomas Wayne. “He bought a set for himself and one for Bruce. They marched.” He snipped the thread and tied it off, finding a gauze bandage and wrapping it around Ed’s arm, sealing it gently. “There we go. We’re finished.”

#c: edward

professorpuzzles:

He opened his mouth to tell Lucius that he was trying to be sneaky. When the man said that himself. “You got there.” He muttered to himself, pushing up his glasses with the only hand he could use at that moment. The other arm hurt far too hard to move around. Lucius asked him how long he’d been like this and Edward was quiet. Taking a moment to look at the other’s oven and the time on that. “Eleven minutes. I was close by.” He replied. Foxy made his way towards him and Ed took a step back from him out stubborn pride. Only he was starting to feel woozy now. Probably from the blood loss and Foxy was quick to his aid. Pulling him along and forcing him into the chair. His thoughts went to the time Lucius had pushed him against those lockers. He was stronger than he let on. His admiration of Lucius’s strength didn’t last too long as the man answered his riddle. Wrong and yet… still right. Ed’s nose crinkled in frustration. “No.” He said with a huff, “It’s a needle! I think I need stitching.” He finally admitted as Lucius grabbed the first aid kit and brought it back to him. “Ow, ow-” He complained in a whisper when he pressed the disinfectant wipe against his cut. Gritting his teeth from the pain. “We’re… old friends?” He asked, surprised that Lucius still thought of him like that. In such a positive light.

A faint smile touched Lucius’s lips as Ed spoke. “I usually do,” he said dryly. He raised an eyebrow as Ed spoke, glancing over at him. “And what were you doing close by?” he said, gesturing with his free hand at the cut on Ed’s arm. “I assume you weren’t in a book club or handing out meals at a soup kitchen.” He smiled again as Ed pouted. Despite the gravitas of the situation, he couldn’t help himself. It had always given him a sort of grim amusement to answer Ed’s riddles in a way that was technically correct, but not the answer that Ed had in mind. He’d known that Ed meant a needle, of course, but he loved making Ed just a little cross. “Yes, I think you do, too,” he said mildly. “I’ll take care of it.” He looked up at him as Ed whined about the disinfectant wipe stinging. “I would assume an infection would sting worse,” he said. He snapped on a pair of rubber gloves from the first aid kit, before picking up the needle and threading it. “Of course,” he said, keeping his voice steady as he began the stitches. “I more or less performed brain surgery on you. One would think that would create some sort of bond.”

#c: ed

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“Well, now my head hurts.” He said with an edge to his tone. Deciding to blame the man who’s home he’d just broken into unannounced. This was supposed to be a quick in and out thing. He could going to tend to his own wounds quietly and then clean up after himself as if he was never there. Instead, he could hear the worry in the other man’s tone. “I’m… fine.” He forced himself to say. A quick, strained lie. He was never too good at lying. He could still recall the feeling of his father’s harsh words. Cheater. Liar. Physically, Edward shook his head. Trying to force the thought from himself. Like it had never made itself comfortable in his mind to begin with. Reaching back into the cabinet, he straightened everything that was in there and lifted what he’d accidentally knocked over. At Lucius’s question, Ed paused. “What has an eye but can not see?” He replied. “You know, I’m normally the one who asks all the questions, Foxy.” He reminded him. Getting back up, he felt himself stumble. Having to quickly grab something and steady himself. “Where’s the first aid kit? You used to keep it under the sink…”

Raising an eyebrow, Lucius just looked at him for a moment. “Perhaps if you turned on the light,” he said dryly. “Although I understand that when one breaks into another’s home, it’s typical behavior to sneak around in the dark.” He looked at the other man, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “You are absolutely not fine,” he said. “How long have you been like this?” As he watched Ed stumble, Lucius made his way over to Ed and took his arm, more or less forcing Ed into a chair. Not that it was difficult given the state that Ed was currently in -- although it wasn’t as though Ed was a physical juggernaut to begin with. He sighed softly. “A hurricane,” he said, heading into the bathroom just down the hall, returning with the first aid kit. He sat down in the chair next to Ed and pushed his sleeve up with deft fingers, grabbing a disinfectant wipe from the kit and pressing it against the cut. “Yes, well, when an old friend breaks into my apartment in the middle of the night, bleeding profusely, I suppose I become rather curious.”

#c: ed

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Hearing Lucius’s voice break the silence, Edward felt himself jolt suddenly. Smacking his head against the cabinet. “Ow!” He let out. His voice sharp and irritated before raising his good arm and rubbing his head. He really didn’t want to involve the other man directly. Breaking into his apartment and stealing some medical supplies was on thing… but admitting defeat to him was another thing entirely. “I’m just… looking for something.” He went with before looking up at the shape of him against the light of the moon. It was too dark to see much detail. Which, now that he was thinking about it… was probably a good thing. He didn’t have to look weak in front of Lucius if he couldn’t see it. “You used to… you kept it under the sink in Gotham. Have you moved it?” He asked, as if Lucius knew what he meant at all. Turning his head and squinting at the cabinet again. “Never mind. I’ll find it myself. Just go back to bed.” He said, swiping with one hand as if to shoo away the man who lived here.

Lucius winced when he saw Ed smack his head against the cabinet, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown of concern. “Are you hurt?” he said, noticing the crimson coins of beading blood on the floor, spreading stains on Ed’s clothes. “What happened?” He took a few steps closer, into the kitchen proper, though he kept the kitchen table in between himself and Edward. A frown touched his lips as Ed spoke, and he glanced at him for a moment. “Edward, if you sit down, I can help you,” he said patiently. “But I need you to calm down and tell me what you mean. What are you looking for?” He realized belatedly that he should probably call the police, or at least Jim Gordon -- but as soon as that thought occurred to him, he knew he wouldn’t do any such thing. “I’m not going back to bed. What happened to you?” He paused, looking over at him. “Where have you been?”

#c: ed

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There weren’t a lot of people Edward could trust with something like this. The list was so short in fact, that Lucius was the first to spring to mind. Someone who was supposed to be an enemy. Someone who’d opposed him long before even Batman had the pleasure to play his games. Clumsily, Edward pushed the window open and climbed into the man’s apartment from the fire escape. Leaving it open for the chilly wind to force it’s way in just as he had. Stumbling as he walked in around the dark living room. He’d been in Lucius’s apartment before but that had been back in Gotham. Things were different in New York. He didn’t know the layout. He didn’t know where he could have been keeping what he needed right now. So, he tried the kitchen. Moving along to the cabinet under the sink and shifting a few things with one hand. Knocking over some cleaner by mistake. The solution pouring onto the ground while droplets of his blood dripped into it. “Ah, come on, Foxy… where do you keep it?” He grumbled to himself. Unaware of the sounds of footsteps in the hall. Likely Lucius himself, investigating the sound.

Lucius felt the cold breeze first, the air stealing along the hall like a ghost to caress his skin. His eyes fluttered open and he sat up, frowning, instinct tugging at the corners of his mind like a rider trying to will an inert horse forward. Something was wrong -- and then he heard the sounds of someone rummaging through his kitchen, a low voice muttering to itself, sounding like a radio on low volume. The problem with that being that Lucius knew he hadn’t left the radio on. He slid out of bed, feet landing lightly on the floor, and crept to the door of his room, listening. When the sound didn’t abate, he inched into the hallway, pressing up against the wall so as not to step on a creaky floorboard. He made it to the living room, which opened onto the kitchen. And so it was from across the room that he saw him, silhouetted by the moon, the lithe build undeniable even in the dark. “Edward?” he said. He made his way across the living room, stopping in the kitchen doorway. “What are you doing here?”

#c: ed

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“That help?” Edward repeated Lucius’s words. “You think Arkham helps people like me?” He scoffed. “I can’t believe you- No, you know what. If you can’t see what that place is by now, there’s no point in trying to explain it to you.” He said with a deep sigh. Every word was over exaggerated. Spat out like a bad taste in his mouth but his mannerisms were closed off for once. Arms crossed tightly together. Hunched a bit like he was smaller. His words screamed The Riddler while his body revealed the pathetic truth. Finally, he lowered his tone. “I… don’t know that I can. You worked for Wayne Enterprises and Hugo Strange made it clear to me that there’s a connection between them and the group that’s been trying to puppeteer me.”

Lucius lifted his chin. “I pushed for you to get psychological help, yes, but not from there,” he said firmly. “There are other options, even if people in power refuse to acknowledge them. It suits certain power blocs to have Arkham the way it is. I never thought it was the place for you, or for anyone, but yes, I did want you to get help. Real help. You deserve that.” He raised his eyebrows. “I worked for Wayne Enterprises many years ago,” he pointed out. “And I left, of my own volition. I have nothing to do with the company itself anymore.” He still socialized with Bruce and his family, but predominantly on a...consultative level.

#c: edward

cforphan:

Her hands rested behind her back, squeezing eachother everytime she felt the desire to poke or prod something she knew that shouldn’t be touched. Mr Fox worked on very important gadgets and items, both for Bruce and for other things. If she truly struggled to resist she would ask him for permission, but as it stood, she held herself back and watched in fascination. “How…” She thought hard on how to phrase her question. “They… contain?” Wires were so small and tiny, fragile. The idea of them having such power gave Cass pause. She was curious how it worked, and only hoped she didn’t overload Mr. Fox with too many obtuse questions.

Lucius considered the question, smiling a little. “Well, wires are conductors,” he said. “Conductors have free electrons, which means they’re free to move around. Think of them like cars that are parked in the driveway, waiting for someone to drive them. The free electrons are moved around by the potential difference between one point and another, and that difference is created...” He tapped the battery. “By batteries like this, for example. Like when someone gets in a car and drives it down the street.”

#c: cass

gentleman-bird:

“Well, that might explain why you aren’t a business man.” Oswald said, with as much as a playful tone as he could manage. He had no idea where he stood with Lucius Fox, seeing as they tended to play for opposite sides. But Oswald wasn’t technically bad right now. “I haven’t taken anything, yet. I don’t plan on making an enemy of the GCPD so soon.”

A faint smile touched Lucius’s lips, and he shrugged. “It’s not my forte,” he agreed demurely. He genuinely preferred to be behind the scenes, and working for the greater good whenever possible, as he was doing now. Lucius gave a dry little laugh as the other man spoke. “Yet?” he repeated. “I suppose the qualifier is better than outright enmity. I suppose your recent release from prison has something to do with this desire for peace?”

#c: oswald

timmy-drake:

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Feeling someone shake him, he was ripped from the horrible dream he’d been having. It felt so real like she had really been in his arms. Dying… and there was nothing in the world he could do to help her. His lip quivered and he reached up to take off he mask he’d fallen asleep wearing. Taking a moment to figure out the reality around him. He must have passed out at the Bat Computer when he was looking into a way to take down Roman again but he wasn’t expecting Lucius to wake him up. Looking up at him with teary eyes. He bit the inside of his cheek. Trying to remember how to fake being strong again. “Hi, Mr. Fox…” He cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?” He asked, forgetting that he was supposed to come in and do a couple of repairs on the Batmobile today.

Lucius knelt down to better look Tim in the eye as the young man was sitting in the chair, looking up at Tim with a little frown of concern touching his features. He offered Tim the handkerchief from his inner jacket pocket, without making any kind of reference to the tears in the young man’s eyes. It wasn’t his place to pry, but he was always going to offer him help or guidance if he could. “Timothy,” he greated softly, offering the younger man a little smile. “I’m here to fine-tune the Batmobile. It seems someone crashed it into yet another telephone pole.”

#c: tim

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“Guten morgen,” Kurt chimed as he sat down next to someone on a bench. It was another gloomy day in Gotham, but that didn’t surprise him. The cold air reminded him of winters back home in Bavaria. “The coffee from there is good, huh, mein freund?” he smiled, gesturing to the coffee shop opposite them with a nod of his head as he sipped his drink. Truthfully, it was hot chocolate inside the winter themed, disposable cup. But nobody needed to know that. Coffee was more adult. It made him seem more put together. “Mmm, delightful,” he sighed.

Foxy looked up from his newspaper, a slight smile touching his lips. The young man sitting next to him was unusually cheerful, a sunny attitude that reminded him of little Peter Gordon. “Guten Morgen, junger Mann,” he responded, offering another little smile. Lucius gave a little chuckle. “Yes, it’s very good coffee,” he said. “And very good peppermint hot chocolate, too. And gingerbread, for the season.”

#c: kurt

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