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Is he a dot? Or is he a speck? When he's underwater, does he get wet?

Jun 13, 2011 15:30

Who: Fatsworth mentis_reae and Fatman kingofrooks. Eatin' pastries.
When: Today. MONDAY THE THIRTEENTH. DUN DUN DUNNNNN.
Where: A coffee shop near police headquarters!
Summary: Two guys get together to talk. One of them has a single identity. One of them has a triple identity. This averages out to two identities per guy.
Warnings: Uh...Maybe language? Turbo-angst from ( Read more... )

miles edgeworth, bruce wayne | batman

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mentis_reae June 14 2011, 05:25:41 UTC

Edgeworth lifted his teacup slightly in acknowledgment of this. "Perhaps." And then he sipped from it, considering the argument. Indeed, he himself was offering a great deal of trust to Wayne - and what if that was not warranted? He'd been fooled once before, after all, and that...That had ended with disaster.

His mood darkened as he thought of Yaha. Never again did he want something like that. Never again.

He was rather more sober when he lowered his cup to the saucer. He'd given his trust already, of course, and that was not revokable - but in his enthusiasm, he'd quite neglected to learn much at all about Wayne.

"If I may ask - What drove you towards your cause, Mr. Wayne?"

kingofrooks June 14 2011, 07:23:55 UTC

The thing was- if Edgeworth had asked this question at any other time- at a time when his mind wasn't playing sadistic repeats of what happened that day; repeating the images of Carrie suspended in mid-air; the look on the Joker's face; the sharp snap of the clown's arm; his laughter; that terrifying shut down of all of his senses.

He inhaled sharply, dropping his eyes to the table. For a moment, he wanted to lash out, wanted to shout- how dare Edgeworth ask him that? How dare he ask what drove him to become Batman-

But that wasn't what he was asking. Calm down, Bruce. He closed his eyes, clenched his hands tight under the table and felt the blunt nails cut through the skin. His shoulders were in knots. And he exhaled slowly and open his eyes.

When he spoke, he made sure his voice was level. Almost flippant.

"Have I ever told you where I'm from, Edgeworth?"

mentis_reae June 14 2011, 17:06:35 UTC

Edgeworth could not help but stare. Wayne had reacted for just one moment as though Edgeworth had physically struck him with that question; he'd nearly gasped, had closed his eyes, and had made the strangest face. And then it was gone again. Edgeworth searched his question to try to discover what it had been that could have caused so sudden a shift in mood - whether he'd made some Freudian slip that was shocking and discomfiting without having realized that he'd done as such - whether some word had some unintentional double meaning - whether cause could perhaps be taken as something deeply offensive...He could frankly think of nothing.

But, as stark as that contrast was, it was also fleeting. There was that brief gasp, and then he was fine again. Then, once more, his voice was light and calm.

The shift was troubling. What if Wayne was injured? What if he had been suddenly in pain - some illness, perhaps...But, by the same token, he might just have indigestion, and one did not ask after another man's indigestion."You're from the same ( ... )

kingofrooks June 15 2011, 02:46:59 UTC

So Edgeworth had noticed. Bruce saw it in the shft in his eyes, the furrowed brow- it was funny, because he tried to pretend to be someone who was open without anything to hide, who couldn't hide anything very well despite how stupid he liked to act- and here he was sitting opposite a man who was as open as Bruce pretended to be. Honest and truly a good person, without the kind of darkness that made the Port's Darkness seem like sunlight in comparison.

Edgeworth was the kind of person that he could only pretend to be; that he had never been and could never be. Not since his parents' deaths- damnit, and here he was trying to not think about that.

He worried the handle of his coffee cup, keeping his eyes down. "So I have," he said, and shrugged a little. There was something a little hollow in his tone, but he covered it up with a smile. "I forgot I told you."

A deep breath, and he rubbed at his eyes a little. He hadn't been sleeping well lately- or at all, lately.

"You wouldn't have asked that, if you've seen my city."

mentis_reae June 15 2011, 03:06:19 UTC

"I don't know that you ever told me directly, but I do listen over the network, and I'm capable of logic." He tried to banish the concern from his expression, but...That prior pleasantry, that charisma, that levity was sliding away from Wayne's face. Instead of confident, he just looked tired and a bit sad. Edgeworth set his tea down, seized suddenly with uncertainty and a degree of guilt that he'd just assumed before that Wayne was in good spirits ( ... )