The City's True Face

Isadora smiles almost-genuinely as she pushes the bottle over towards Edward. "A sharp wit does rather attract people, doesn't it? For better or for worse."

Eddie takes the bottle & indulges in a big sip like it's a goddamn soda. He doesn't seem to mind the boop. No, no. The Riddler is fine with being touched, as long as it's positive. He laughs.

Isadora fidgets with the rose-shaped pendant on her necklace, content to simply observe her companion for a moment.

"I know all the fun gossip, Nigma. And some of the less fun things. Besides, I'm only teasing you, darling. I respect your craft. Anything else about you is your own."

Isadora smiles almost-genuinely as she pushes the bottle over towards Edward. "A sharp wit does rather attract people, doesn't it? For better or for worse."

@gotham-menace replied to this post with . . . "And yet less people want you. Truly impressive." -Isadora

"I know all the fun gossip, Nigma. And some of the less fun things. Besides, I'm only teasing you, darling. I respect your craft. Anything else about you is your own."

@gotham-menace

REBLOG if you rp with people despite not having the same “style” as you.

(from Nadya @gotham-menace) It's not unusual for strange people to come to the Blackwood estate at odd hours of night, and it's hardly a rare occurrence for them to be covered in blood. What is unusual is just how feral this one seems. Nadya hurries the disheveled stranger into a small room hidden away behind a secret door, gesturing for her to sit on the (wrapped in plastic, because Nadya isn't an idiot) couch. There's a first aid kit sitting on the table, as well as a sealed pack of sterile needles and thread.

A bottle comes flying towards Artemis' head moments after she inquires with regards to beer. As soon as she realizes what she's done, Nadya gasps. "Oh goodness, I am so sorry, I don't know what that was about. Acting on reflex, I suppose."