FOUR:

"Riddle me this-"

"No."

Eddie huffed, glaring at Crane's back across the tiny room. He had to get this one out of his head. It was a good one. Luckily, he'd learned which buttons to push.

"Pleeeease?" He whined, drawing out the word. Crane sighed, not even bothering to roll over and face him.

"Fine."

Eddie grinned.

"I've been with you your whole life. I've done nothing to you but you still hate me sometimes. Rage at me and I'll just rage back. I'll mock you, taunt you, but I always follow your lead and I'll never leave you. What am I?"

Silence from the other bunk. Eddie grinned wider. He opened his mouth but Crane cut him off.

"I'm thinking."

After a moment, Crane answered. Eddie frowned.

"I worked hard on that one," he pouted.

"I could almost tell." The other man began to sit up. Eddie hurriedly began inspecting his glasses so as to appear indifferent. "And I could hear the pout in your voice, so don't insult us both by acting like you don't care."

Eddie put his glasses back on. Damn you. Crane's thin mouth was curled in a smirk.

"Oh, don't look so pleased with yourself," Eddie snapped. The smirk only widened. He changed the subject before Crane could say something infuriating. "What were you thinking about, anyway?"

That struck the smile off his freckled face.

"None of your business," came the chilly reply, complete with an icy look from those eerie, pale eyes.

"You were thinking about your childhood, weren't you? Or something else you won't talk about?" Maybe today would be the day Eddie could finally wheedle something out of him.

"Did you ever think that perhaps there's a reason for that?"

"And what reason would that be?" He had long ago decided that generalities were better than nothing.

"The same reason you won't talk about your infatuation with Two-Face."

Eddie felt himself flush. Bitch, you did not just go there.

"That's not even true! And if it was, it'd still be none of your damn business."

"Exactly. And my past is none of yours." Crane hissed. "Besides, it is true. Otherwise you wouldn't have gone that fascinating shade of pink."

Eddie glared.

"It's...It's not even an infatuation anyway, I'm only-I just..." He was fumbling with words. Words never failed him, and yet here he was, floundering. Damn you, Crane. And damn you Dent, with your shoulders and your blue eyes. "It's just that I-"

"-Want to abscond with him and have lots of sex and babies."

His face was bright red, he could feel it.

"...Shut up." Bitch.