Disc: Don't own Jonathan or Eddie or Gotham

"Jonathan, I have to go. Really, really bad."

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? I told you you shouldn't have drunk that entire bottle of pop, but would you listen to me? Noooo…"

Edward Nygma frowned and crossed his legs, staring disconsolately out of the car window. Another day, another road, and he didn't know where he was going now, either. "Jonathan…"

"Calm down. We'll find a bush somewhere."

Eddie groaned. They were driving through the countryside, open fields everywhere.

Not a bush in sight.

The car was silent for all of ten seconds.

"Riddle me this, Jonathan…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"We should play a game."

The Master of Fear ran a hand over his face and sighed.

"Alright, Eddie. Why don't we play the quiet game? Whichever one of us talks first, loses."

The Riddler slumped down in his seat. "That's a stupid game…"

"Ah, ah, ah…" admonished the Scarecrow, waving a finger at his companion. "You're losing already. Now 1,2,3..."

Silence. Blessed, peaceful silence.

"OOH! LOOK!"

Jonathan swerved wildly. "WHAT?"

Eddie looked like he was actually tearing up. "It's a…gas station!"

Jonathan fought the urge to strangle the other man as he turned into the lot and parked. The Riddler threw open the door and ran to the Super America doors like he was racing towards the Pearly Gates. Jonathan sighed, he hoped Eddie would at least bring him some chips.

?

Eddie did, in fact, bring chips. And pop. And candy. And trail mix. And crackers. And spray cheese. As a matter of fact, the Master of Fear was pretty sure there wasn't much that the Prince of Puzzles didn't buy. Eddie lounged in the front seat, digging into a bag of sunflower seeds- the two liter of Coca-Cola far away from him, he wasn't about to make that mistake again. Jonathan reached over and snatched a few chips from the open bag on the floor as he turned at the next intersection.

"So…" Eddie asked, after he'd devoured the seeds, "Where exactly are we going?"

"Metropolis."

The Riddler almost spat out the chips in his mouth. "Metropolis?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

Jonathan looked at him. "Because we need to be out of the city so I can…think of a plan." Eddie shook his head. "I can't believe this. You're running away!"

Jonathan slammed on the breaks, making the car fishtail and skid. Once he regained control, he said as calmly as he could, "I am not 'running away'."

Eddie nodded. "Yes, you are! You're going to Metropolis because you think that this is all just going to blow over, don't you?"

Jonathan scowled and pulled over.

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" he yelled, turning to the Riddler. "I can't stay there, I might get killed, you might get hurt again…"

"'Might' is the key word, there, my friend." said Eddie, looking evenly back at the Master of Fear. Jonathan looked back at them, and slowly, his shoulders slumped. "I don't know what to do, Eddie." he said quietly, looking blankly out the windshield. The Riddler watched him. "Neither do I, Jonathan. But we can't just leave. They'll probably follow anyway. Although, we should still go to Metropolis. It'll at least buy us some time to actually think of what we can do in different scenarios. We should have a rough outline of a plan, at least."

Jonathan nodded. "Yeah…"

"Hey," Eddie said, touching the Master of Fear's shoulder. "It's ok…we'll figure something out…"

Jonathan nodded and said what both of them were thinking: "Hopefully."