Warnings : Mentions of murder, violence, male/male relationship (non-graphic)
Victory or Failure?
When the door slammed and the long strong of cursing progressively got worse and worse, Jonathan assumed Edward had had a bad day.
When the Prince of Puzzles eventually stormed into the room dubbed the 'living room', it was clear he as close to snapping.
Edward looked furious; the bags under his eyes looked like bruises, his cane was clutched in one hand and was stained with blood and bits of. His green suit was also flecked with blood, dirt and a few acid stains from the looks of things.
The good doctor Crane could see from the way Edward was holding his unoccupied hand that it was probably broken, a theory aided by the fact that the glove was split across the knuckle and the flesh beneath was visibly shredded as if he'd punched a wall.
"Batman?" Jonathan questioned with idle curiosity from the sofa.
"No." The word was hissed with such anger that Jonathan felt a smile rise to his face.
"Oh?"
"He didn't. Turn. Up." The words almost seemed to be dragged from Edward's lips, "I left him obvious clues! I practically told him were to find me and he never even came close! The hostages were so stupid; the last woman wouldn't stop crying and didn't even try to solve the puzzle!" Edward's voice had risen to a shout by the end. "I gave her the choice; die by my hand or her own stupidity and she just cried! So I beat her to death."
"How interesting," Jonathan mused "Your plan has worked perfectly; you fooled the Batman and killed a few morons while you were at it, but you still feel like a failure." He stood and stalked towards Edward, who was still gripped by the anger and raised the cane as if to hit Jonathan. A brief flash of a syringe had Edward lowering the cane, allowing the doctor to inspect the damaged hand. Even if Jonathan didn't have fear toxin in the syringe, the numerous other drugs he mixed could do nearly as much damage.
As expected the hand was broken and Jonathan turned away to gather a splint and bandage, "You know that tomorrow everyone will hear about actions tonight. The Batman will find out and the guilt will crush him because he will blame himself for their deaths."
Though Jonathan's hands were moving calmly and steadily, his mind was conflicted; why was he comforting Edward instead of pushing on the cracks in Edward's mind and why was he fixing the wounds and not making them worse?
Edward was silent as Jonathan worked and spoke and couldn't help but close his eyes and shiver at Jonathan's proximity. "I wanted him to be there. I wanted him to fail and watch them die," The words were murmured as he savoured the rare tenderness.
"You then just have to do it again and again until he does see," Jonathan watched as Edward shivered again and smirked, knowing what the other wanted. Jonathan lent forward and bit at Edward's lips.
Ahahaha wow I know I said that it might take me a while to update, but I really wasn't expecting it to take me this long. So I went to Nepal to teach kids English during the summer and had little/no contact with the Western world and then my second year at University hit me like a ton of bricks. I have six new chapters of this collection to update which I will do so over the next couple of days / weeks~
On the plus side I now know that I can manage off four hours of sleep for two weeks!
I hope you all are having great winter holidays!
