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~. Rumors. What were they even good for? Rumors were a spout of lies, bound together to make up for something more interesting than the day-to-day life that bored the common man. Trust, Harvey never believed rumors.

Yet, they felt particulary inclined to believe this one.

He and Binary shared the same sentiment around rumors as a whole. But when she had confessed to seeing rumors online of Riddler returning back to life, she went digging.

Their henchwoman had been well aware that whatever was spoken of Edward was done so with care -- despite their differences. Ever since finding out about Nygma's death, Harvey had not been the same. A strong sense of failing his friend hadn't left him since they found out about what had happened -- the guilt overriding pretty much anything they did the following days, weeks, months.

And now, years.

Edward had been their friend. A dear, close friend. Someone he respected, cared for -- and in their own strange, messed up way, had loved.

Was he so stupid for believing he still could be out there?

602 Claus Lane. Unit 114.

Their fist met the door to the adress Bianca had pointed them to. Pounding it down, angrily and without care of being caught -- they just had to see him. Unsure whether he and Two-Face had to prepare for disappointment, joy -- or unbridled rage.

"Ed? Edward? Are you in there---!?".~

Send "Kiss or Skip!" and a character's name to see if my muse would kiss them or not.

" . . . Ew. No. Why would you even ask me that? Hard skip."

>. Of fucking course Harvey would pull this shit. Like finding Nygma and helping him recover wasn't enough. Now he had to live in his safehouse, too?

While Binary thanked herself for keeping her own place running despite spending more time over there, because this simply wouldn't do. In fact, ever since finding out Two-Face had allowed Edward to stick around, she had avoided this place like the plague.

"...---Ugh. Good Morning. There? Happy?"

Her tone was one similar to a snotty brat -- but she couldn't help herself! Simply being near him was driving her up a wall.

--- "So what did you do this time? Whatever it was, it seems to have wrapped Harvey around your little finger because he feels so damn sorry for you."

Could she ask him to leave? Even when this technically wasn't her place? Probably not. But damn, she wanted to; so bad.<

Binary / Riddler

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>. "That's because you ALMOST are, Nygma! Goddamnit, read the room for once!"

Binary had said it once, and she would say it again. Keeping your enemies closer wasn't always ideal, despite contrary belief. So when Harvey had politely asked and begged her to accompany Nygma on his first solo trip after staying in their safehouse for weeks on end, Bianca knew it was bound to end badly.

Yet, she hadn't anticipated... this.

"So cut the bullshit and talk to me. Can you walk? If you die here, Harvey's going to have my fucking head---"

Of course, the cops would be on the lookout now that they heard word that Nygma had been resurrected from the dead. As they were on high alert, Bianca had suggested they'd take the old tunnels to stay hidden -- only to have that backfire on them immensely.

"I should've known," The hacker grimaced against the other rogue, gripping her dirty knees tightly. Trying to figure out a way to get out of this wreck. "This is some messed-up Final Destination fuckery. You were supposed to die back then, and you didn't -- and now Death himself is out to get you. And you pulled me right along down with you."

Could she punch him? Would Two-Face notice if she did, and they got out of here alive? Maybe just a little punch. And a kick. Just to let out steam.