The Universe's Mixer

Bruce had had enough of being without her, it was far too much to bear to be away from Enigma any longer, and so, despite what his head was telling him, Bruce set out for the Opera. It wasn't though his head was against their relationship, it just didn't make sense to jump back into something so volitile, but this time the heart won. By a mile. They had been apart for too long, besides the meeting that they had a few days ago where Enigma had brought Timmy to Stark Tower for him, and they had had a moment, he and Enigma. It was that point that had sealed the deal for Bruce, so to speak, as far as where he stood in their strange relationship. All he could do was hope that she would never hurt him as bad as she had before, and he guessed that she probably learned her lesson the first time considering that she, and everyone else, had gotten a chance to meet his other, larger half.

So, Bruce had set out, and arrived at the Opera House, unsure if the young woman would even be there. She was so hard to find, but that was probably because she wanted to be, and he was sure that if he went to see Edward, he would know where she was. They had seen each other already, and it wasn't a good idea for them to be alone together, considering they had had a small fight which had ended in a rather bloody manner. But that was before this day. That didn't matter any more. He just happened to realize that Enigma was close to her father and probably would've mentioned where she would be, if he was even still at the warehouse. Of course, there was Marcus, and that was who Bruce called, mentioning the plan to him. Bruce left Enigma a note at the Opera House something that asked her to come by Stark Tower, that she could walk in the front door this time because Bruce would ask Jarvis to grant her access to the elevator, and to meet him on their floor when she was ready.

He couldn't make her come see him, this was simply a gesture that Bruce was issuing as a resolve for their past problems. He wanted to be with her, he loved her, and they should be together before the holiday arrived, which was coming up quickly. He thanked the ticket taker for taking his message for Enigma, and walked back to Stark Tower to finish his preparations.

He and Timmy had been very busy creating this surprise, and he hoped that it would be everything she could ever dream of. Especially since they were going to be a family again. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have much time, so he put a move on getting back home.

When he arrived at the Tower, Bruce took the stairs up to their floor, bypassing the lab for the first time ever in his life, and slipped through the doorway that lead to their floor from the stairwell, moving into the room to finish preparations.

"Jarvis, let me know when she arrives."

"Yes, Dr. Banner." Jarvis replied in the same monotone voice that Tony had given him, earning a happy sigh from Bruce.

( The Fight )

(Backdated to before the Christmas post with Bruce and Enigma, and a little after the Gala post)


Of course, the fight had not ended well for Edward who was now bleeding pretty badly, and despite the pain that he was feeling, Eddie was grinning madly, sitting up on the bloody tiled floor, clutching his leg. That stupid scientist had shot him, completely by accident of course, but even still! He had had the nerve! And of course Edward saw the action as a threat, as well as a defining point in the relationship he had with Bruce. Things had changed for them, he and the scientist, it was almost as if Bruce had proven that he wasn't going to be pushed around and that perhaps he really did care for Enigma like he claimed. That was fine with Eddie, Bruce could have that twit, but had he really needed to shoot him? Probably. Edward had been pretty hard on him, and so he really couldn't blame him. But Eddie hated bleeding like a little piggy all over the place. It was a look that didn't work well for him, and oh...Jonathan was going to be so furious.

Marcus, having been called by Bruce, rushed into the warehouse to survey the aftermath of the fight that had just occurred, seeing all of the blood. Eddie looked over his shoulder at Marcus, skin pale and sweaty, face calm, "Marcus, I need to see Jonathan." Eddie said, allowing Marcus to come over to where he was and examine the extent of his injury. Eddie growled, shoving the man, pushing him down into the blood, "What are you? A doctor? Idiot!" Eddie barked, making Marcus wince, then sigh. Marcus got up, and called a few men over to assist him with the injured criminal, the group able to get Eddie standing, with an arm looped over one of each of the henchmen at his sides, moving with them towards where the vehicles were kept.

When they reached the car, Marcus helped Eddie get into the back seat, and tied a shirt around the wound in Eddie's leg, before driving them to Arkham to see Jonathan. Eddie definitely wanted to turn this into a huge production, because why not? The situation called for a show.

When they arrived at Arkham, Marcus parked the car at the curb, and jumped out, manuvering Eddie out of the back seat carefully. Eddie winced in pain, hobbling along with Marcus, the shirt wrapped around his leg already partially soaked with blood, though it was tight enough at least to help stop the bleeding slightly. Jonathan would have to look at it and decide what Eddie would need to do next. Eddie grumbled, furious, wanting to kill someone in that moment, but he restrained his violence, making it over the threshold of the Asylum. Marcus told the receptionist to buzz for Jonathan, setting Eddie down in a chair, the man sweating profusely.

All they could do now was wait, and hope that Eddie could keep himself awake until Jonathan got there. This was going to be a long night.