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Tap tap tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
Tap tap-
“Eddie, what’s wrong?”
-tap tap tap.
“Nothing’s… wrong.”
“Can you let me in?”
Edward smiles at this, scooting over to let Bruce sit beside him. “I’m simply not… feeling my best. Nothing circumstantial.”
Bruce gently takes Edward’s hands into his own, massaging the long fingers. “My ever-fabulous Riddler, not feeling his best?”
“Mmm.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“I do not.”
Bruce hmms in response.
They sit in silence for a while, Bruce still toying with Edward’s hands, Edward staring into space with softened eyes.
“It occurs to me,” Bruce says after a moment, “that I’m not wearing any makeup.”
“You rarely do,” Edward replies. “But an excellent observation. We’ll make a detective of you yet.”
Bruce chuckles. “There’s the Eddie I know. Want to hear another observation?”
“If I must.”
“I observe that you’ve been wanting to try out that new palette on me ever since your shopping trip with the Sirens.”
“And I assume you observed that I was going to break into your room tonight and apply it whilst you slept.”
“I did. And I therefore invite you to do it now.”
This gets another faint smile. Bruce inwardly congratulates himself.
“I’m not up to it at the moment,” Edward says finally. He releases a long, slow breath. “But I will take you up on your offer.”
“Excellent.”
“On the condition that you wear the full face on patrol.”
“...”