Judging by the way the troubled man was staring at his friend, the Riddler wasn’t fond of the situation in the least, bottled by the nervous, smirking nitwit clinging to his new Engineer Eyecandy like a life line.
At Lucius’ question, he inhaled quickly through his teeth, smile twitching at the edges as he glanced between the two. Had the three of them ever been in the same place at once? Why the market of all places? At least it was public- although he didn’t imagine that would stop anyone from making a scene if they so chose… But for Lucius’ sake-
Foxy’s foxy enough to know this won’t last. Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when I’m gone. What am I?
Everything was under control. This was fine. He was fine. Better every day. Ignore it.
Lucius squared his shoulders as he faced Cobblepot fully. “Contrary to what you might assume about me, I didn’t force Edward’s hand in this choice. He made it himself. I can’t make this kind of choice for Ed, it wouldn’t be fair. To even try and coerce him with tricks and promises would be incredibly cruel, especially to someone, who at the very least … I call a friend.”
“And it isn’t how I’d want my friends to treat me. I’d want them to be honest, good decisions or bad that I was making.”
Letting out a breath, he nodded once, gaze turning to Ed. “I’m going to go fetch the last of the things on this list, and I’ll meet you up front when you’re done here.” With another quick nod to Oswald, he turned and moved away.
A muscle jumped in the bird’s jaw at Lucius’ words, tongue held to keep from making a rather smart comment on the danger of assumptions. There was a time and a place for everything after all. Ripping into Lucius in public--especially while his partner stood before them? Certainly not the time nor place. Especially if it meant risking Edward’s friendship.
Visible eye rolled to his companion once Lucius disappeared and a contemplative look settled on Oswald’s face. Quite the moral dilemma, wasn’t it? Dragging Edward back to the supposed dark side--or letting him fade into the domestic lifestyle.
“I suppose I should allow you back to your business.” He began, shifting weight to his braced leg. “You’ve my number Edward. See to it you still use it. I don’t appreciate being left to fall to the wayside--even if we aren’t discussing business.”
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