DISC.: I don't own Jonathan, Eddie, or Gotham.
Edward Nygma was so bored, he felt like taking a walk. And his legs still hurt from getting to the Scarecrow's lair in the first place.
Jonathan had been down in his lab for at least two hours, and Eddie didn't even know what he was doing. He could be dead for all he knew…
"Probably working on some toxin, or other…" the Riddler mumbled as he walked across the room and flopped down on the sofa in front of the television set. Reaching for the remote, he began to flip through channels.
Reality show…click…reality show…click….reality show…click…
"Oooo!" Eddie exclaimed nearly bouncing slightly on the cushions. At last, Wheel of Fortune. Grinning, he began guessing letters, scoffing at the stupidity of the show's contestants. As he watched, a series of small creaks echoed from the far side of the room as the Master of Fear emerged from the hidden doorway in the wall. The Riddler was too absorbed in his game show to notice and Jonathan sneaked up behind him. Vanna White was ticking off letters on the giant screen. The camera went back to a contestant, a large man with a bushy beard. He frowned in concentration. "Buy an 'a'." Eddie mumbled. "'A'."
"'Z'!" the contestant shouted.
"'A', you imbecile!" Eddie shouted back.
"Having fun?" a voice said, right next to his ear.
The Riddler yelped and nearly fell off the couch. Jonathan, right behind him, cackled wickedly.
"Oh! Very funny…" Eddie muttered, brushing himself off nervously.
"It was, wasn't it?" Jonathan replied absentmindedly. He was already walking towards the kitchen. The Riddler followed him.
"So…." he asked, "what's the plan?" Jonathan looked down at him quizzically. "Well…right now I'm going to eat…so…"
"I know that!" Eddie replied indignantly, "what I meant was, what are we going to do? Is there someone after you? Someone I need to know about? Some one who…"
"You know what?" Jonathan asked, cutting him off.
"What?"
"I'm going to eat, and then I'm going to sleep. And for the last time, you don't need to know!"
"But I do need to know!" Eddie exclaimed. "Jonathan, someone is obviously after you. That much is clear. I need to know who, and how you plan to evade them."
Jonathan sighed. "Why?"
"Because I took you off the streets, nursed you back to health, and we're in this together, that's 'why'!"
The Master of Fear stared at the table, refusing to meet the Riddler's gaze. Then he spoke. "I'll tell you….the things you absolutely need to know in the morning."
Eddie opened his mouth to say something else, then closed it.
He had a feeling that for now, this was as good as he was going to get.