#gothamswhiterabbit

I don't think I owe anyone else but if I do tell me!

:D!!! THANK YOU SWEETIE!

"I assume there is a damn good reason I'm being called in to see you at two in the morning? Unlike most people, I actually enjoy sleeping. Haven't you heard you should let a sleeping dog lie?" The detective grumbled and whined as he opened the office door. There was a distinct odor that would make one believe he certainly should not be driving. It seemed this particular dog was of the booze hound breed. "If I'm going to be seeing you this late, I'd like for it to be in either of our beds and I have a strong suspicion this isn't a personal call."

            "You should watch where you're going."

He pointed at the table the blonde was sitting at, holding his tea cup in his right hand, looking all serious. 

They were arguing again, they seemed to do that a lot, Edward was more than half certain he'd started it, but that didn't seem to be stopping him, spouting off several vicious riddles a long the lines of "i'm miserable, lonely and vicious, who am i?" she'd raised her hand as if to slap him again, causing edward to panic, no he could not spend another week covering up a damn slap mark across his poor face. out of the question. distract her. quickly. he lunged forward grabbing her wrist in the process forcing a deep kiss against her lips.

Edward stood with his head tilted still in the direction the slap had forced it, no distinct expression of shock or anger where it should have been, just his fists clenched tightly at his sides “what, may I ask, is your problem.” He growled unclenching one fist to touch his stinging cheek.

[Text] May I- uh, ask how it happened?