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There’s an impressive amount of muses that just stroll on into Jonathan’s home to lounge on his couch.
“So I have created a nine step program to rehabilitate you into becoming The Riddler again! With - of course!-” Myrtle has her smile in place and a little hop from foot to foot before she makes a show of twirling. “-me as your fabulous assistant!”
@riddled-mind “” Myrtle
Someone: Crane what’s your sexuality?
Jonathan: Ginger geniuses---I mean what?
Damian Lewis as the Riddler is a freakin’ leprechaun. I am adding obnoxious question marks all over next. [My edit]
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Jon wanted a passed out Edward for his birthday, right?
Right.
“Wrong.”
"Hello, you have a collect call from Arkham Asylum from--"OSWALD DO NOT HANG UP ON M--" Do you accept the charges?"
Fingers sought his temples, rubbing agitated circles round and round. It was tempting, to simply hang up. Deny the charges and forget the phone had even rung. He could have been out of the Lounge. No one would have known, save for himself.
Lips pursed before the bird relented, voicing his consent; waiting for the telltale click of the connection to be established.
“You know I don’t particularly know an ‘Oswald DO NOT hang up on M–’.” He offered in lieu of greeting, pressing the phone a touch closer to his ear before sighing, “Arkham Edward? Really? What’ve you done THIS time?”
