Ridley's P.O.V.

For the second time, I found myself waking up in Edward's room. At least this time I was on the couch and not in his bed. That had been interesting in its own way.

Sitting up with a stretch, I rubbed my eyes and heard the faint sound of the shower running. Great, I had to wait here until he was done. Well, I didn't have to, I was free to leave of course, but I had to properly apologize and thank him.

I stared at my reflection in the expanse of the screen in front of me. Only Edward would have something as ridiculous as a computer the size of a flatscreen TV. I wondered how I hadn't noticed it earlier, it was quite the monstrosity.

I was disappointed that I had slept through the last part of the movie, I had surprisingly enjoyed it; for an opera. I had to feel bad for the Phantom though, even if I missed the end of the film, I could pretty much guess how things ended up. He probably expressed his love and then got rejected. That's how things normally happened, right?

I heard the water shut off then, and a few moments later Edward came out wearing a t-shirt and sweats. The bad thing was, well, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he looked good. He looked so normal, it was a change, but a nice one.

"You're staring," Edward said with a smirk, "again."

What do you mean, "again"? I signed, narrowing my eyes slightly. I though that you liked having people stare at you.

"You make me sound like a narcissist," Edward said with a frown.

Aren't you? Always saying that you're the smartest human being on the planet? Sounds like narcissism to me, with a touch of insecurity.

"Now you're just being mean." Edward pouted slightly and I rolled my eyes.

It's called honesty, Edward. There's nothing wrong with that.

"Jon came in while you were asleep," he said, pushing his damp hair out of his face.

I'm surprised that I didn't wake up with all the arguing that must've happened, I signed.

Edward chewed his lip before responding, "We actually didn't really argue, it was weird."

Only a weird person would say that it'd be odd to not argue 24/7 with someone.

"I'm not weird!" Edward said indignantly. "All I'm saying is that because we argue so much, it feels like we're lacking something when we don't! We've gotten so used to it after all."

Basically you're like an old married couple then, I sign with a slight smirk. If you're not arguing all the time or not around each other enough you feel lonely.

"That's not true!" Edward said as he leaned against the back of the couch.

Sure it isn't, I signed, getting into it now. It's really kind of cute the way you two act towards each other.

"Ridley!" Edward practically whined, "stop it!" He face was flushed slightly and his eyes focused on something behind me.

Is the poor, confident, and all knowing Riddler whining about something? My eyes widened in mock surprise.

"Ridley!" Edward said, voice sharpening.

Fine, I signed with a huff of annoyance, have it your way, party pooper.

"Anyway," Edward said stiffly, "Jon just wanted to tell me that he ran into Harley when he was out. Apparently she has invited both you and Selina to a girls night out."

Not tonight, I hope.

"No," Edward said, straightening his glasses, "not tonight. It'll be two nights from now, so on Friday."

I see. I pondered the idea of a girls night out. Do you know what we'll be doing?

"Nope," Edward said with a frown. I could tell he didn't like the idea of not knowing. "It's hard to tell with Harley and Joker, they ah, what's the term? Wing it? They usually have a general idea of what they want to happen and then just go with it. Very chaotic, unless of course, it's a large scale crime; then they actually plan things out. 90% of the time though, they don't."

Sounds dangerous, I observed, what are your thoughts on it?

"It's completely up to you," Edward said, standing back up. "I personally would be careful, it is Harley Quinn we're talking about, as well as Poison Ivy."

Poison Ivy's not that bad though, is she? I asked with mild concern.

"Pamela is pleasant enough," Edward said, "she just gets on Jon's nerves, a lot."

More than you? I find that hard to believe. I gave him a skeptical look.

"And just now you were saying that I talk too much about myself," Edward said with a coy smile. "You talk a lot about me too."

Shut up and tell me why Jon doesn't like Poison Ivy, I sign, rolling my eyes.

"I think it's because Jon can absolutely not stand someone being immune to his Fear Toxin." Edward smirked as a glint appeared in his eyes. "I love to tease him about it. That's why we never talk about her. Pamela doesn't exactly like Jon either, so it's a win win for both of them to not have anything to do with each other."

But didn't they have to be around each other when you, uh, kidnapped me?

"Well, Pamela was only there because Harley wanted her to be. Harley was quite excited when she found out and wanted a piece of the action."

I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned about her interest in me. I stood up and walked around the couch to stand next to him.

Edward looked down at me and regarded me for a second, "I wouldn't be too worried about it if I were you."

I suppose you have a point. Question is though, why do you have an interest in me? Like I know you said that you wanted me to be like one of you, but what caused the interest in the first place? I gave him a questioning look.

"Who isn't interested in Bruce Wayne's daughter? Adopted it not, you're a point of interest to those living in Gotham."

Jee thanks for reminding me. I shoved him and he stumbled backward slightly before regaining his balance.

"What was that for?" he complained, "I was just telling the truth!"

I know, I signed, but I already know that. If you're going to tell people things, make sure it's stuff that they don't know about yet. That way, it makes the other person interested, and not bored.

"Sound advice," Edward said thoughtfully. "Do you think that'd work on Jon?"

Why are you wondering about that?

"No reason," Edward said, waving a hand dismissively, "just a thought."

If you say so. I shrugged before walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Edward asked, moving towards me, slightly alarmed.

Out, I signed, turning around. I should probably tell Selina about Friday, if Jon hasn't already. Why, what did you think I was going to do?

"I was- never mind." Edward swallowed and dropped the hand that he'd reached out. "I just thought that- it doesn't matter." He shook his head.

Now you've got me interested, I signed, tilting my head. What's gotten you all worked up? I ask about what you're talking about when it comes to Jon and you get all... I waved a hand towards him.

"I get all what?" Edward asked wearily.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter, I signed with a shrug. I'm going to go and tell Selina about the invitation. She'll probably be interested, don't you think?

Edward gave a short nod and I walked out, leaving the door open behind me.

*Friday*

Selina had been more interested than I thought about a girls night out with Harley and Poison Ivy. Apparently she was getting sick of having to baby sit Edward and Jon 24/7 and needed a break.

Now Friday night, we were getting ready to meet up with them at Harley and Jokers current hideout.

"Do you have everything that you need?" Selina asked, glancing over at me.

We whee standing in the entryway of the warehouse, double checking that stuff that we may and may not need.

"How is she supposed to know what she needs if Harley didn't even say what she wanted to do tonight?" Jon asked in a bored voice as he leaned against the doorframe leading into the living room.

It hadn't taken very long for them to replace the TV, thankfully. I was glad for that, even if both of then had been originally stolen.

"That's a good point," Selina said leaning down and digging through a small bag by her side. "It's hard to tell with her. I think we should just bring the important things and hope for the best." She stood back up and scratched her head. "I'm surprised that Edward isn't down here fussing."

"What about me?" Edward asked, coming out of the kitchen.

"Nothing," Selina said, "just wondering where you were. I have something to tell both of you."

She made eye contact with Edward and the Jon before continuing, "I don't want to come back here to find this place in ruins, or God forbid, both of you in Arkham for doing something stupid. If you do, I'll personally come after you and kill you; am I clear?"

"Yes, mother," Jon said rolling his eyes. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, actually," Selina said, "don't kill each other. Please?"

"Not even a little bit?" Jon asked. "A little death is good you know."

"Absolutely not," Selina said, "I don't think Edward would like you killing him. Not even if it's a little bit."

"I quite like my life, thank you very much," Edward added.

"Fine," Jon grumbled before disappearing into the living room.

How can you kill someone 'a little bit'? I signed, frowning slightly. It's quite counterintuitive.

"It doesn't matter," Selina said briskly, picking up her bag. "We should probably go now."

I'm still kinda unsure, I admitted, I mean, is it safe?

"Ok, first of all," Selina said, "why doubt your decision now? We said we'd go, so were going. Second, no, it's not safe in the slightest."

"I don't think you're doing anything to make her feel better," Edward said.

"It'll be alright though," Selina continued, glaring at Edward, "I'll be there, so you don't have to worry, ok?"

If you say so, I signed, still a bit unconvinced.

"It'll be fine," Edward said, "trust me."

I don't even trust myself sometimes, I sign, so what makes you think that I can trust you?

"You don't trust me?" Edward furrowed his brow.

No, I do trust you, I signed, it's just, I don't know. I shrugged before opening the door and leaving, Selina following from behind.