Waking but never dreaming.
WHO: Tony Stark | Iron Man and Edward Nygma | Riddler
WHERE: Tony Stark’s private office.
WHEN: 7/15; early evening.
WARNINGS: TONY IS A JERK.
SUMMARY: Edward has just returned from a little Vegas expedition with the Black Cat. Turns out that his knack for detecting falsehoods is very lucrative when it comes to poker; however, three days spent in the companionship of a (granted, unknowingly) bad luck bringer? Going to catch up with him.
And it just so happens Tony Stark wants a word with the Riddler.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He had just stepped out of the airport when he got the message. The sort of message that piqued his curiosity to the zenith of speculation; oh, so, Tony Stark wanted to engage in another meeting? Really, how odd, given the nature of recent activities. Well. No matter. Couldn’t come at a better time, really, he had thought as he grabbed a cab for the downtown area. And--for once--he meant it. After all, he had just made out like a gambling bandit across the other coast. His little monetary sabbatical with his alluring companion had gone without a hitch and, thanks to the massive destruction the city had taken with Godzilla, effectively no one noticed the absence of two morally dubious characters. Wasn’t that grand? Didn’t it fit together nicely? Finally, finally things were looking up for Edward Nygma.
What a stroke of luck, really.
He swung by the Corinthian’s place to retrieve his things, with the intent of replacing his actual possessions with a duffle bag full of needless things. For the most part, the denizens of the city who took an interest in Riddler’s activities thought the detective was housing with the nightmare. And he enjoyed them thinking that. It would buy him time and-more importantly--it would buy him peace. His upcoming phase was looming, and that little breakdown of faith suffered recently did the man no favors. There was still the living arrangement of Starscream and Soundwave to take care of, and Selina’s offered safe house to deposit his things. Soon after that, he intended to make the lease on one of the lovely apartments of Wayne’s reference and then perhaps enjoy the ninety grand he had won. And what better way to enjoy the fruits of one’s labor--well, “labor”--than sharing the wealth?
Eddie chuckled at that absurd notion before giving a slight pause. Well. Why not at least gift Black Cat with a little something? She was gracious enough to accompany him on his little impromptu casino trip, wasn’t she? Though, truth be told, he had suspected she harbored ulterior motives behind that decision; motives that didn’t involve him-which was favorable, in Eddie’s eyes. Nevertheless, it was inspiring.
A brief jaunt down to the diamond district--women liked jewelry, right? That hadn’t changed since Query and Echo were his companions?--yielded fine results. He decided upon emerald pendent engraved with Bast. The parallel rung clearly in his mind; Bast (later Bastet, with a dynasty change), the Egyptian cat goddess of solar power and warfare, sharing the home of the famous monument of the Sphinx, the first mythological riddler--it was rather cute, in a way. Eddie smirked to himself as he mailed the package to the address Black Cat had given him--obviously merely a mailing and not home address-and made his way to seek Stark.
He was allowed in without a problem, the receptionist apparently didn’t care to give him any trouble. His housing was secure, his funds significantly increased (and, yes, kept quietly in a newly opened Swiss account), and his gratitude to Black Cat (a potential, ah, ally, perhaps?) was expressed.
Things were definitely, finally, looking up for Edward Nygma. Really, with this favor of fortune on his shoulders, what could possibly upset his path now?
“Why, Tony Stark, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
WHERE: Tony Stark’s private office.
WHEN: 7/15; early evening.
WARNINGS: TONY IS A JERK.
SUMMARY: Edward has just returned from a little Vegas expedition with the Black Cat. Turns out that his knack for detecting falsehoods is very lucrative when it comes to poker; however, three days spent in the companionship of a (granted, unknowingly) bad luck bringer? Going to catch up with him.
And it just so happens Tony Stark wants a word with the Riddler.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He had just stepped out of the airport when he got the message. The sort of message that piqued his curiosity to the zenith of speculation; oh, so, Tony Stark wanted to engage in another meeting? Really, how odd, given the nature of recent activities. Well. No matter. Couldn’t come at a better time, really, he had thought as he grabbed a cab for the downtown area. And--for once--he meant it. After all, he had just made out like a gambling bandit across the other coast. His little monetary sabbatical with his alluring companion had gone without a hitch and, thanks to the massive destruction the city had taken with Godzilla, effectively no one noticed the absence of two morally dubious characters. Wasn’t that grand? Didn’t it fit together nicely? Finally, finally things were looking up for Edward Nygma.
What a stroke of luck, really.
He swung by the Corinthian’s place to retrieve his things, with the intent of replacing his actual possessions with a duffle bag full of needless things. For the most part, the denizens of the city who took an interest in Riddler’s activities thought the detective was housing with the nightmare. And he enjoyed them thinking that. It would buy him time and-more importantly--it would buy him peace. His upcoming phase was looming, and that little breakdown of faith suffered recently did the man no favors. There was still the living arrangement of Starscream and Soundwave to take care of, and Selina’s offered safe house to deposit his things. Soon after that, he intended to make the lease on one of the lovely apartments of Wayne’s reference and then perhaps enjoy the ninety grand he had won. And what better way to enjoy the fruits of one’s labor--well, “labor”--than sharing the wealth?
Eddie chuckled at that absurd notion before giving a slight pause. Well. Why not at least gift Black Cat with a little something? She was gracious enough to accompany him on his little impromptu casino trip, wasn’t she? Though, truth be told, he had suspected she harbored ulterior motives behind that decision; motives that didn’t involve him-which was favorable, in Eddie’s eyes. Nevertheless, it was inspiring.
A brief jaunt down to the diamond district--women liked jewelry, right? That hadn’t changed since Query and Echo were his companions?--yielded fine results. He decided upon emerald pendent engraved with Bast. The parallel rung clearly in his mind; Bast (later Bastet, with a dynasty change), the Egyptian cat goddess of solar power and warfare, sharing the home of the famous monument of the Sphinx, the first mythological riddler--it was rather cute, in a way. Eddie smirked to himself as he mailed the package to the address Black Cat had given him--obviously merely a mailing and not home address-and made his way to seek Stark.
He was allowed in without a problem, the receptionist apparently didn’t care to give him any trouble. His housing was secure, his funds significantly increased (and, yes, kept quietly in a newly opened Swiss account), and his gratitude to Black Cat (a potential, ah, ally, perhaps?) was expressed.
Things were definitely, finally, looking up for Edward Nygma. Really, with this favor of fortune on his shoulders, what could possibly upset his path now?
“Why, Tony Stark, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”