#askmmayo

You know, it’s always a bad idea to pick favourites among rogues, for the same reason that Paris shouldn’t have been asked to hand out a golden apple.

But I think, if I really had to pick one, it’s actually Condiment King. He made me a very nice apology meal for last year’s little indiscretion, and has always been a straightforward and honest individual, which is downright impossible to find in Gotham.

Edward is alive. Mr. Wayne is waiting to see if he wakes up in time for visiting hours at Gotham General.

No one else I know was caught in the blast. (And no friends of friends, as far as I’m aware.)

The Bad News:

217 people are dead, and even more are hospitalized...

Oddly, all that could flash through Edward’s usually overactive mind was that he preferred dijon.

If the likes of Bruce Wayne isn’t permitted to see him yet, I don’t know what else you expect from me!

.... Well, by means that aren’t more on the persuasive side of things, anyhow.

...you know, this sounds like an open invitation from the GCPD to potentially violate my parole and verify if I've had contact with a wanted criminal.