Riddle man

“Oh god! Damien? Has anyone seen a small boy?” Bruce was holding up a photo of him and his son.  Bruce had no idea where he was and if his family made it here. There was this nervous energy  that surrounded Bruce, he wanted nothing more then to be home and back in Gotham.

frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail  and so we go back to the remedy  clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie  and tell yourself, “you’ll be the death of me" 

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“I’m flattered,” Amanda said, slightly sardonic, the nature of her tone. In a way, the woman couldn’t help herself. She’d developed a strong magnetism towards sarcasm, as it was the only defense that had worked for her in the past. It protected her from more serious emotion, for which she didn’t feel that she had any time. It was too dangerous, becoming close to another person through genuine intimacy and admission of feeling. And especially in the present new place, Amanda wasn’t willing to surrender any tool that would enable someone to betray her. “So what’s your point, asking people if they like riddles? What kind of game is that?” Amanda mirrored the other’s body language, tilting her head again, if only slightly. “Is there something that riddles reveal about the people who are solving them that intrigues you?”

A small snort escaped the man, at the tone of her voice. "Sarcasm, lovely." He quipped and closed his eyes for a moment. Thankfully the other him, was leaving him alone at the moment. His arms crossed over his chest, as he took a deep breath, listening to her question. A grin appeared on his face, why he asked people if they liked riddles. It was a part of him. "I have my reasons of asking that, certain riddles can be most interesting, if you word them right."

“Well this place seems quite strange.” The raven haired male glanced around from the bench he was sitting on. A small whistle escaping his lips, as he tilted his head to the side. Hearing footprints approach him, he gave a smile. “Well hello, do you like riddles?”

It was a pointless question, and one which the woman considered overlooking. She wasn’t interested in idle conversation; in fact, she almost wasn’t surprised when she awoke in Blackpool without rhyme or reason. It wasn’t the first time she’d found herself somewhere without explanation. But a small pull of intrigue motivated her to look up, and to come quite close to the man’s face. An amused grin touched the corners of her mouth, and with a tilted head, Amanda replied simply, “There’s never been one that I haven’t solved. I’m not talking about the bullshit puzzles scribbled across a piece of paper. I’m talking about REAL mysteries. Find-your-way-out type shit. And you’re talking to the master.”

Tilting his head to the side slightly, he knew no one would recognize him, unless they knew who he was. Having just woken up here, he had no clue who anyone was. Raising an eyebrow as the woman was close to his face, he raised an eyebrow, in curiosity. "That's fascinating to hear, it's very rate to have a talent like that." He stated and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

“You’re trash for him, aren’t you?”