Warnings: Mentions of blood, slight abuse, one swear word, fluff.
Sleeping
When Jonathan walked into the hideout and was not only not accosted by Edward but saw the state of the main room; papers littered everywhere, cans of energy drinks crumpled around the bin and 'the Earth my final resting place, I am the torment of Man' scrawled across one of the walls in sharpie, he felt a tiny ounce of concern.
That s not to say it wasn t unusual for Jonathan to return to find the place in a mess as Edward tended to become so obsessed with his plans that everything else (eating, sleeping and cleaning) would take a back seat until the Riddler had seen his plan to completion. No, what was unusual was the fact that Edward wasn t anywhere to be seen.
After Jonathan had hidden away his suitcase full of fear toxin and beloved Scarecrow mask, stripped off the blood-stained gloves and coat and left them in the pile of condemning evidence to be incinerated, he finally made his way into the back rooms where Edward would normally sleep.
Sure enough he found the annoying genius passed out halfway to his bed in a state of half undress, hands stained black with ink that matched the dark almost bruise-like markings beneath his closed eyes.
Had Jonathan been a more caring person he might have actually done what a normal person would do and check to see if Edward was still breathing (or you know, even still alive), but as it was he simply nudged the unconscious man with all of the fervour of a vegan stabbing a cow. Edward didn t so much as twitch.
As Jonathan stared down at the young man he considered many things; helping him onto the bed, dosing him with just enough fear toxin to give him horrific nightmares or even just kicking him awake. In the end the doctor decided to make himself a mug of coffee instead and see what the incompetent newsreaders thought was going on in Gotham.
Yet Jonathan still found his mind drifting off the story about the idiotic Bruce Wayne and back to the sleeping figure in the other room.
Finally with a sigh he stood and went to stand over Edward again. Just to make sure the annoyance was asleep he kicked Edward in the side and when there were repercussions Jonathan went and lifted the duvet off the bed and dumped in unceremoniously on the sleeping man.
With only his head sticking out from the mess Edward looked almost...normal and for reasons Jonathan never wanted to think about, he actually placed a pillow under Edward s head.
Now he felt all disgustingly nice and knew that he would have to endure Edward s smug attitude when the bastard woke up, Jonathan decided it was time to go and find some pathetic homeless person and see what they feared the most.
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:3 Hi there. So you know that thing called University? Apparently you're expected to actually write a fuckton of essays and stories and poems. Who'd knew?
Even as we speak I still have four essays and an exam to do before I've finished my first year, and then I have to work for half of the summer before being shipped off to Nepal for a month to teach in an orphanage!
Soooo I'm basically making more excuses for why I probably wont update anytime soon xD.
Thanks to Black391for reviewing the last chapter, to all seven people who have this on their Alerts and the twelve people who have this in their favourites!
Till next time~