he's (misterenigma) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-04-29 04:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, eddie nigma, stephanie brown |
eddie/steph arkham pre-heroics
Who: Eddie & Steph
Where: Arkham
When: recently
What: Eddie is the Agent Coulson of the bat family basically
Warnings: none probably
Eddie sat with his feet up on the warden's desk in Arkham dressed in a black suit, green tie, black bowler hat (green question mark on the front) and an ankh pinned to his tie. It was a comically large desk for a slight man like him and it was probably even funnier to see Crane behind it. The office was drab, full of the sort of decorations that a man who thought of himself as very important would fill it with. He could feel the crazed magic seeping through the walls, up through the floorboards and he knew they were all running on limited time. The longer the bats stayed in there, the longer the facility was sitting on top of a mad demon god thingy, the more likely it was they'd all lose their minds. He could imagine Arkham being swallowed up with all the bats inside and he wasn't particularly happy with the idea that he was along with them.
You're not a bat, Nigma. You're Justice League. He reminded himself and that helped make him feel better. Bat was a dirty word for him. It meant he was part of this family with morals and obligations and beliefs that didn't always line up with his. It meant he had a family and Eddie was really quite happy without one. It made being pragmatic about things so much easier.
While leaning back in Crane's big fancy head wizard chair, it occurred to Eddie that he had told himself that he wasn't going to get caught up in this demon stuff. But, there wasn't anyone else that could manage Arkham during a crisis and working made it a lot easier to not focus on Muerte. She wanted him, but she hadn't picked him and really all he could do was wait for her to make up her goddamned mind. He could go play boring rich mobster with Selina or he could help keep this insanity from spilling out into the streets. The choice was really very simple.
When the door opened and he saw that familiar flash of blonde hair, Eddie reached for the squirt gun at his hip, pointed it at her and pulled the trigger, dousing Stephanie with four to five squirts of holy water. "You can thank Father Mike for that. Your soul? Officially saved."