&. GOTHAM WILL BURN.

          THE LOOK ON HER FACE, if she had afforded him the opportunity to take a glance at it, would have screamed ‘ are you kidding me? ’, and it takes all the willpower she can muster to keep her scoff to herself. she takes a moment to walk into her room, picking up the oft-used emergency kit from below her bed. her lithe body, always graceful, plops next to his on the couch as she begins to unwrap the bandages. “ cats have olfactory senses, gar. of course they can smell you. ” her voice is quiet, its staid nature necessary to keep her sarcasm at bay. “ and my cats are plenty nice. just don’t touch ‘em where they don’t want to be touched. but i’m sure that’s not the first time you’ve heard that, ” the jab is, of course, accented by a wink. 

 “ well,  hell,  i don’t know if what smells bad to us  also smells bad to  cats. “  he says,   exhaling a soft  chuckle,  adjusting himself to  be angled more toward her  as  she comes to wrap the  bandage  around   the  scratch.   his lips curl into a more  goofy grin  at her  words,   head  shaking  in  humorous  disbelief.

“Why would I want you burn anything! Especially important papers!”

Eddie sighed and fell into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Garfield, one of the rules of you staying here was to NOT burn things in my office or home!” 

  “ i’m sorry,   eds  --   i mean,   nygma.   seriously.  i’m sorry. “   garfield exclaims,  coming  forward a little bit now that the prospect of being  hit  had  decreased.   “ listen  --   i’m sorry.   it’s  just  stayin’  here that’s  stressing me out.  i don’t like being  cooped up.   i just get all  -- “    his hands  are trembling,  and he holds them up,  shaking his head.   for once,  he seems more than a little genuine. 

 “ i’m antsy  and  my heart is  racing  and  i just feel like  i need to run a  mile or  blow something up  or  just  --   do somethin’  risky.   i don’t like layin’  low.  you know me,  ed.  i don’t like it.  i’m sorry for burning up your files.  really.  “