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Xxyangxx2006: Honestly their meeting just sorta happened; I didn't realize how perfect it would be until I was ready to publish the chapter.
FlowerChild23: Yep, they are going to all meet Harley (very soon, I might add); she will always hold a special place in my heart as she was one of the first female villain sidekicks I was introduced to. And while she is far from being my favorite, I still enjoy her character.
Johanna Crane: I know Emily's reaction to Hannah was mute, but for Emily, she finds it hard to flip out on the one person that puts up with her. And Hatter scares the hell out of me; even though I too am a major fan. I found out my mom was going to name me Alice, but she went with (insert my actual name here because aint no way in hell I am releasing that on the internet quite yet) instead; which wouldn't have been pretty because I was born with blonde hair and blue eyes.
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Emily hummed softly to a nonspecific tune; shuffle the papers from the cabinet in neat, organized pile. There wasn't much she could say she enjoyed doing more than reading; but filing, organizing, and god she loved it.
The Riddler gave her this only task since becoming his assistant; file the papers and don't look into any of the folders.
It was simple enough, even with Emily's sense of curiosity in what was in the manila folder labeled: "Jonathan's Bunny Ears". Part of her was curious, part of her was slightly unnerved; if the label was what it said, why did the Riddler have it?
Emily shook her head slightly and sighed, "How did it get like this?" She continued to file; the minutes turned into hours and she groaned when she finished her first cabinet, cracking her fingers.
"How is he so unorganized?" she grumbled, shifting her now asleep legs to the second cabinet and opened the bottom drawer, "I'd of thought a man with such OCD would keep things in a more systematical manner."
"It's nearly impossible to keep things neat when you are always on the run," The Riddler spoke from behind her; Emily jumped and turned up, Edward smiled down, "Keeping busy, pet? Having fun?"
"Oh, yes," she admitted honestly, turning and going back to her work, "I just didn't realized you had so many papers; I found one of your spelling tests from the third grade, you know."
"Your joking," he rolled his eyes, then stopped dead when Emily held up the paper in question, "…what?"
"That's what I said," Emily hummed, going back to her job. She heard the Riddler sit at his desk and decided to pay him no mind, not wanting to know what he was going to steal or whatever he was planning.
Emily let the minutes and the hours tick away, listening the sound of Edward's pencil, the clock, and the shuffle of papers. She felt oddly at ease, nearly relaxed, doing this; it was something she was good at, something she felt comfortable with.
"Emily?" The girl in question looked up, allowing Edward to continue, "I have a convention I will be attending for a few days next week, and frankly despite your good behavior I am not trusting you here alone. You will be staying with a friend, who is taking in all the assistants while the rest of the rogues are away; you will be on your best behavior, understood?"
"Who am I going with; where are you going?"
"You will be staying with Miss Quinn, and I believe Pamela Isley will be there as well; and if they are there then I wonder if Selena- never mind who you will be staying with. Not that it is any of your business where I am going, but I told you; a convention."
"Like a comic book convention?"
"…. Maybe."
"Oh my god," Emily closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, not wanting the Riddler to see the wide smile that was spreading across her face, "You are a nerd- I mean I knew you were but a convention for- *gasp* will you cosplay?"
"No."
"Oh but come on; dye your hair black and work out a bit and you might make a decent Loki." Emily suggested slightly, turning back to her work. She was greet with silence and was okay with that, albeit a little unnerved; whenever the Riddler was silent, it didn't bode well for Emily.
"Tell me, pet," he breathed softly in her ear; automatically Emily lurched away, not having heard him come up. But he grabbed her arms and pulled her back to him, "Would you like it if I dressed up?"
"What-" Emily shrunk back but he only grew closer, "I don't care- just get off-" He tsked, cutting her off, "Oh no pet, it's been a while since I've been so close to you; seeing as how you've fallen asleep on the couch nearly every night since I made you my assistant. Have you been avoiding me?"
"…No?" Emily tried, but judging by his wide smile, she knew she was screwed- hopefully not literally though, "Look, Riddler, if you want me done with all these papers by tonight and in time to cook you dinner, I need to get back to it."
"Aw," he purred, his lips brushing her throat, "But you look so beautiful when you are trying to escape me." Emily felt her face redden; no, she cannot feel attracted to this mentally unstable jerk that is only messing with her- that feels no remorse- that has hurt innocent people. But she couldn't deny the slight tug in her gut and the skipped beat of her heart when he ran his hand down her side.
"Emily…." He drawled, bringing her lips to his; it wasn't like the other times they kissed- not necessarily. True, she maybe sorta kissed him out of a little pleasure before, but mainly all the times she had given him control it had been out of self-survival.
She sighed in momentary defeat and let her hands pull at his jacket; he grinned and moved her onto her back, drawing one leg in between hers and-
RING
Edward and Emily froze, the phone ringing shrilly and vibrating on his desk; they made eye contact briefly before Edward pulled away, leaning over to his desk while Emily scrambled backwards.
"What?" He snarled, eyes furious, "Joker- no, he didn't…. Don't tell me you are serious- dammit- fine! Fine! See you in an hour." He pressed the phone to his forehead and groaned, "Emily- go pack a bag, and you will need four days' worth of clothes."
"Okay…?" Emily stood and walked out, following the route Edward had showed her from the room to his office; when she arrived back at their shared room, she obediently packed a bag filled with comfortable clothes, and a few other varieties such as a swimsuit and an evening dress. She walked around the room; one small bottle of shampoo, conditioner, a tooth brush, deodorant….
Within five minutes, she was packed and sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting for the Riddler to come in and to explain to her what is going on. When he finally did arrive, he didn't speak; merely crossed the room to Emily, and collapsed with a groan on the bed, face down.
"Are… you okay?" Emily asked, staring down at him, "You aren't dying or anything, right? I don't want your goons to think I killed you or something."
"The guy got the dates wrong for the convention," He moaned, "We have to leave tonight if we want to make it." Emily frowned sympathetically, patting his shoulder, "I'm sorry." He looked up and pouted, "Can you give me a massage?"
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"Don't stop," Edward sighed happily; Emily was sitting on his back, rubbing his shoulder in a soothing manner; she couldn't help but smile slightly at the look on his face, "Don't you have to leave?"
"No," he hummed, "Not yet. Harley will be driving the Joker and I to the airport; and you will accompany us as well seeing as how you are staying with Harley. We have like forty-five minutes until they get here."
"Don't you have to pack?" Emily suggested, "I'm not very good at giving massages."
"I disagree; your wonderful at them," He purred, "This is another job for you as an assistant."
"Since when?" Emily questioned indignantly; Edward rolled, moving Emily on the bottom while he straddled her, "Well, my darling Emily, since now." He leaned down and kissed her, picking up where they left off.
Emily let out a soft gasp when his lips trailed down to her collar bone, nipping lightly, "Edward…?"
"Hm?" He was too busy playing with the end of her shirt to really respond.
"Can you… not?" She ventured quietly; he stopped and looked up, his eyes going cold and his face calculating, "Really?"
"Yes-" She tried to scramble back but failed- he still held her arms tight, "I just don't know how I feel about doing this with my kidnapper- and I am sorry but right now-"
"It's okay," he sighed in nearly disappointment, getting off her and lying next to her, "I expected this; don't worry about it pet. You'll come around eventually."
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Okay guys; would have had this out sooner, but my laptop decided it now wanted to crash. I had to reboot it, and then type all this over again.
So, the next chapter will come before Saturday, since I already have the premise of it and need simply to type it out (again).
Until then, question of the week: Guilty Celebrity Crush? You know that one actor/actress that you can't really explain why you find them attractive and our attraction to them seems strange and unwarranted?
Mine, is David Bowie. Just, when he played in the Labyrinth as the Goblin King it was amazing!
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Anyways, I will see you all later!
-Sketch1997