Elise took a small sip of her lukewarm beer and stared fascinated at the mountains of pizza boxes, which were piled up in the completely chaotic living room around her. Some of them must have been lying around in this room for a number of years. There was no other way the young woman could explain this enormous amount of take-away packages. The orange-haired woman reached absently into the bowl next to her and fished out two biscuits and started to nibble eagerly on the sweet pastries. The few extra crumbs on the sofa probably wouldn't bother the owner of the apartment in the least. Edward was way too busy right now to adequately reprimand his visitor for her eating habits. He was currently kneeling on the dusty floor and fumbling with the ancient CRT-TV, calmly cursing from time to time and trying desperately to overcome the tangle of cables. The tinkerer had invited the Mistress of Fear to a game evening at his place, which mostly meant that she was forced to listen for hours how bad the new games were and that more skill were required of the players back in his youth. Most of the time, however, the young woman ignored the eternal monologues of the Riddler and simply concentrated on the almost ancient video games. Today the black-haired man wanted to bring her closer to the magic of the famous Super Nintendo. At least that was probably the original plan. At the moment, however, the older one was struggling to connect the console somehow and with every passing minute he became increasingly irritated. The Mistress of Fear sipped her beer again and mumbled softly: "Shouldn't I help you, Mr. Nygma?" The addressee snorted loudly at this question. He was straightening up when his head banged hard against the hanging shelf above the television. Some DVD cases tumbled down immediately and happily spread across the floor. Edward groaned in frustration and began to hurry to collect the items. The orange-haired woman watched him with a hint of amusement and replied cheeky: "Basically, you can just leave the DVDs where there are right now. It doesn't make a big difference when I look at the rest of the chaos in your apartment, Mr. Nygma."
The tinkerer gave her a withering look and stowed the cases back on the shelf. He replied angrily: "Basically, you can go straight away and fuck yourself, princess. My apartment, my rules." The younger woman giggled behind her hand and finally cleared her throat, obviously trying to convey a serious expression on her face. This was not particularly easy to achieve due to the unsuitable music in the background. Edward was a big fan of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and enjoyed playing the record while he was working. The "Time Warp" really wasn't the best piece of music to underline his raging anger. The Riddler brushed the dust from his clothes and fell next to the Mistress of Fear, crossing his arms over his chest. He spoke lordly: "Since I'm supposed to be doing an educational job here today, it's your task to get the Super Nintendo to run. I have graciously chosen a game that is not so difficult for you. So make yourself useful and find out how to operate the device." The elder handed his visitor a rectangular, grey lump of smelly plastic. Elise frowned in confusion and stared at the colourful sticker on the front. Tiny Toon Adventures: Buster Busts Loose. That actually sounded like fun. Elise shrugged and placed her beer on the rancid TV table, then strolled towards the unfamiliar object of the past. She sat down, briefly studied the structure of the device. And what now? The orange-haired stared helplessly back at the tinkerer on the couch. He sighed in disbelief and teased annoyed: "You can't be serious right now. Come on, Elise. Exert your little head for a second. On the underside of the cartridge you have some contacts in the slot and on the Super Nintendo there is a flap that has exactly the same shape. Now add one and one and you have the answer." The addressed rolled her eyes. She turned back to the console and pushed the grey flaps in a little. So that's how it worked. The Mistress of Fear carefully inserted the cassette into the slot, then looked at the switches. Thankfully there were only two of them, and luckily they were also labelled. Elise pushed the slider up. A red glow on the device seemed to indicate that she was on the right track. The young woman looked up and started watching the television. To her surprise, this did not change at all and continued to show the unpleasant white noise. Maybe the Super Nintendo just needed a few seconds to start?
For a whole minute nothing happened. The orange-haired woman raised an eyebrow. She must have done something wrong. The tinkerer's voice tore her from her thoughts: "You have to blow, princess." The Mistress of fear was now completely confused and did not understand the context. She finally decided to do him this very strange favour. The young woman rose and stepped back to the sofa, got down on her knees and without a word opened the older man's zipper. Edward blushed suddenly and panicked up on the backrest, spat nervously: "Not me, you idiot! You have to take out the cartridge and blow on the contacts! The fucking contacts, princess!" Elise laughed embarrassed and quickly pulled the zipper back up, then turned back to the device. She was about to cry. Edward would probably hold this incident against her for the next few months. The younger one went to work anyway and tried to get the game to start. Despite the questionable advice, the picture on the television did not change. After several attempts, the Riddler suddenly got up, exasperated, and joined the young woman on the floor. Twenty minutes passed. Twenty minutes of Edward fumbling around, checking cables, and eagerly talking to himself. The black-haired man finally gave up, visible depressed. He grumbled tearfully: "That can't be fucking true. I only used the Super Nintendo last week." An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of them. Elise looked carefully over to the nerd and asked carefully: "And now, Mr. Nygma?" He bit his lip and just shrugged helplessly. The orange-haired woman put on a roguish smile when she said mischievously: "Should I blow you then?" The tinkerer sucked the air deep into his lungs and shouted a loud 'No' into the room.