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🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

Eddie lowly grunted in pain. His arm was dislocated from the socket, yet even so he was still adamant in refusing to receive any help. At least, help from someone whom he absolutely despised. His unharmed arm raised in protest,

                       “ I don’t need your help, I’ll be fine on -- on my own ! ”

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👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

& so followed along a grunt with the yank. Oh, he was pissed. Utterly ENRAGED that yet another one of his plans were FOILED again. But Eddie refused to express his anger, no, no -- he COULD NOT allow The Dark Knight to know. But how his eye would TWITCH, lips stiff as he forced them to smile. 

“ Sometimes I do ponder how smart you can be if you used your brains & not your fists... one day, solving things with them isn’t going to work for you. ”

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"Help me understand."

Eddie could scoff. But he doesn’t. He just stood there, unmoving. Not a sound from him, just complete silence for a moment as eyes intensely staring at the man with a fiery hatred, & contempt. There was a reason he called himself Enigma, & that’s because he believed he was one; & enigmas aren’t so easily understandable.

            “ I know the type of person you are,                     there is no way you’d ever understand me or what I do. ”

Alfred entered quietly, simply wanting to check on Bruce. Finding him alive and in one piece, he breathed an internal sigh of relief before clearing his throat to break the silence in the room. “Master Wayne.”

 It’s never easy with her. Every time it’s a test against his conviction. Lesser men would offer brutality as appropriate penance, but he’s tired, tired of letting the raw nerve reactions of this city overwhelm progress. The white lenses of his cowl pull back from examining the scene, and he makes an attempt at some semblance of peace with an outstretched hand. “Come with me. It doesn’t have to be this way.”

         No one could make Joker smile the way that the Batman could. It was something about his predictability, his tenacity. Good ol' reliable Batsy. Always trying to save everyone, every soul in Gotham, even hers. What a messiah complex. Probably some deeply rooted childhood trauma, if she had to venture a guess. "Ya know, one a' these days, yer gonna have to tell me who it WAS..." She isn't looking at the offered hand, or even at the familiar expanse of mouth and chin underneath his mask. Icy eyes were focused on his shoulders instead, waiting for him to make a move. It wasn't beyond Batsy to try and save her by force, and if he thought he was going to throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of here like some kind of caped caveman, then he had another thing coming. "Who was it ya couldn't SAVE??"