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Edward inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he did, he reached out, hand clenched in a nervous fist, and rapped on the door.
That was it, he'd done it now, no turning back. He had nowhere else to go. It was this or Arkham.
He stood and waited, pinning himself against the wall, a lump of vomit holding still in his throat. He swallowed hard and looked down at himself. He was a damn mess; he'd never get these creases out and, oh good lord! That was a tear! He'd not noticed that. He'd been in too much of a rush to get out of there… damned hell hole.
He jumped slightly as he heard a noise from the opposite side of the large white door.
"Riddler?" an almost shocked voice came from beyond the wood; harsh and gravelly… unhappy.
Riddler put on a smile; hey, at least he'd got the right place. "Harvey Dent." He said with false confidence, "It's been a while, thought I'd pop in for a chat…?"
There was a clang and a clank from the door, and it slowly slid open.
There stood Twoface; tall and buff as ever, just seeing him made Riddler feel… helpless. An odd feeling.
"We heard you've been having trouble." Harvey stated.
Don't let him in; we'll never get rid of him.
Edward slid his way past Harvey, finding himself in a short hallway. "No time for a hello, Mr Dent?"
Harvey gave a small huff, eyeing Edward as he walked into the apartment, Harvey closed the door and locked it, finally turning back to the other man, "Hello, Edward."
"Hello Harvey." Edward said happily, giving a small tip of his hat.
"We were wondering how long it'd be before you came here." Harvey said, directing Edward towards the kitchen.
Edward glanced at the odd and misplaced objects in the apartment as he walked through the hall and to the small kitchen, surveying the area, looking for a quick escape route just in case anything went wrong. "How did you know I'd come here?"
Harvey raised an eyebrow, "You don't have many friends, we've worked together before, and you know where I live… somehow…"
"I have loads of people." Edward said, his brow furrowing slightly as he pulled a chair from the table and sat himself down.
"People, yes, but not friends. Henchmen don't make good hosts." Harvey said, he walked to the kettle and flicked the switch, taking a couple of cups from the sink and placing them on the side.
Edward scrunched his nose as he noticed that the cups weren't clean… He pushed his glasses further up his nose and tried to ignore that fact.
"How long will you be staying…?" Harvey asked, spooning a small amount of coffee into each cup. Edward was sure there was a hint of contempt in the other man's voice.
"Who say's I'll be staying? Maybe I just decided to come about for coffee?" Edward smiled.
Harvey let out a small huffed chuckle, "Men like you don't 'come about for coffee' men like you only show up when they want something."
Edward shrugged, watching Harvey pour boiling water into the dirty cups, "Fine Harv, you got me… Look. I know you've got a spare room, and it would only be for a little while; just until my next big heist pays off, and I promise I'll pay you back for all the food I eat."
Don't do it; that idiot got himself into this mess, he should get his own damn self out.
Harvey sighed, "You can stay as long as you don't get in my way."
Edward slouched suddenly, holding a hand to his heart, "Oh, thank you so much Harvey, you have no idea how horrible it's been lately; I slept on a park bench last night… The past few days have been Hell.So what kinda internet connection do you get here? A-And which one's my room?"
Harvey let out a small sigh and handed Edward his coffee.
Coffee? What had he been thinking, now he'd never shut up.
This was going to be hell…