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"That's not...no one says that anymore..."

"How old are you?"

There's just enough light to catch the lower half of his face, revealing a small tired smile.

"Hi Eddie." A soft voice, young too. A teenager, perhaps. "Told you, you were smart."

Because there wasn't much point trying to talk himself out of it; he's always been a terrible liar and he hardly talks to people anymore. It's almost... thrilling to actually talk to someone again.

"It's just a sprain, not that big of a deal." He carefully slid off of the railing of the fire escape to stand solidly, his injured arm held close to him, guarding his side. A little blood peeked out from behind a bruised and swollen wrist and he was definitely favouring one side as he tried to walk. "I wouldn't mind a snack, my supplies in Arkham are running low."

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“It's gotta be the murder weapon.” (Eddie is working on a case with Batman) (detective AU)

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS

🦇—-;; Bruce pauses at the statement, moving carefully to better see what Eddie was talking about. He narrowed his eyes a little, "well, the shape of the weapon certainly lines up with the wounds on the body..." Bruce comments. He'd seen the autopsy report, consistent with other murders.

His hand comes up to the side of the cowl, adjusting the detective vision in the cowl to better analyse current evidence. It causes the slightest glimmer of purple to be seen in his usually white lenses. "It's been soaked in bleach too, and doesn't it seem purposely placed..." Bruce observes, eyes narrowed a little.

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⭐ Harvey & Two-Face believe that the Riddler is funnier than the Joker has ever been, and ever will be.

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[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds. Detective Eddie is patching up Batman after assisting him on a night patrol. "I'm relieved that you're alright, that was brutal. I'm glad that I was able to help you out there."

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

🦇—-;; Cuts and other wounds weren't exactly uncommon for Bruce, now they weren't frequent by any means, but common enough that his body was a road map of scars, of varying injury. It's likely at least one of these new editions would heal up to leave yet another scar, but Bruce was far beyond caring. With the cowl still firmly in place, Bruce had lifted the top half of the suit up slightly to allow Edward to tend to the more serious ones. He's not worried about the little abrasions he had on the lower part of his face right now.

It'd been a fairly large group, Bruce had managed to hold his own well enough, but had been unable to escape unscathed, even with the suit's capabilities of protection, he'd been stabbed at least once, and punched a few times in the face. But he's fine, always was. He would continue on after this like nothing had happened, even if he should probably take it easy.