Babs flashed Ed her most charming grin in return. “I do,” she agreed. She had never been one to turn down a compliment. Fortunately Ed understood her addiction to praise -- it was one of the many things they had in common, along with a flair for the dramatic and a penchant for the finger things. There wasn’t anything wrong with any of that, was there? It just so happened they also shared some…more violent tendencies. Who didn’t, really? “Thank you,” she said, preening again with another smile. “Oh, I know.” It just so happened that she loved pink, and it certainly didn’t hurt that it suited her so well. She pouted slightly and shrugged. “No, I’m not looking to dethrone him, although he was mad at me recently. I didn’t even do anything!” Her pout deepened. “I just wanted to ask you about Isabella. She was in my club the other day.”
"That cranky little bird!" Edward exclaimed, giving her a grin. "Being angry certainly isn't out of character. However; our dear friend Oswald isn't usually mad over nothing. And you aren't always the most innocent party." Riddler teased with a smile. A smile that vanished as soon as she brought up Isabella again. How was he supposed to keep her safe and out of trouble if she talked to Barbara Kean in her spare time? As much as he appreciated his very small circle of 'friends'... Oswald tried to have her killed last time they were together and Barbara was a gossip. "She was?" He couldn't seem to hide the small annoyance in his tone before he leaned in closer to her. Lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Am I the first person to hear about this from you?" He asked before continuing, "If so! How do I keep it that way?"






















