eddie likes to (riddlethem) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2014-01-13 07:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, riddler |
Who: Eddie
Where: One of his bunkers
When: Recently
What: Eddie interacts with the neat toy Selina stole for him
Warnings: None
Ping, piiing, ping, ping.
The voice was clear, right behind his left shoulder with the bupbupbup of tiny helicopter blades. It sounded a little like a television mother. The kind that wore pearls and vacuumed and made Betty Crocker meatloaf for dinner. The voice was also a little like his mother’s who wasn’t anything like that at all. Perhaps the right response was to be skeptical and maybe even a little angry that the alien tech he had asked Selina to steal for him was a lot more advanced than he expected. Maybe he was supposed to be afraid. But, Eddie always had a hard time feeling real fear. Who really experienced that in Gotham anymore?
“I just need to finish this last thing and would you mind doing another test?” Eddie turned around in his chair and faced the alien tech attached to a floating helicopter with a soft smile. He looked tired. Damian dying and taking Firefly down with him had hurt the bat family and by proxy made it difficult for Eddie to get any sleep. Between trying to help a broken city thanks to Kara’s tantrum and keeping an eye on Stephanie, Eddie barely had any time to work on collecting whatever he could to help take down Lex. Take down Lex Luthor. That thought alone felt strange to say in his head and if someone asked the riddled man why, he wouldn’t have a straight answer. No, it didn't have anything to do with Lex. It was about staying relevant. Something a good rogue needed to worry about all the time.
Ping?
“Yeah.” Eddie’s smile turned softer and he leaned back in his chair. Maybe if he had heard the pinging instead of the woman’s voice, he would have figured out what was floating in front of him. He had an idea, of course, but the green man didn’t spend much of his comic book days looking up at the stars. His nose was always buried in old things. Old things for an old man.
She didn’t talk to him like an ancient piece of meat. She talked to him like he was young, inexperienced and curious. With messy hair, bright eyes and a stupid heart. Eddie didn’t mind being treated that way. A long time ago it would have drove him so batshit insane he’d try to destroy the piece of technology with his own cleverness. Now, all he wanted was some kindness while everyone in Gotham expected him to be good. This little device was like a warm hug in pocket-sized form.
“Can you, hmm-” Eddie stood up, the helicopter puttered backwards to avoid hitting him and they moved over to a workbench covered in liquified tools. “Can you put one of these back together?”
Pppppiiinnnng.
“Look, I’m not. I’m not-” The helicopter threatened to jab his sides. Eddie laughed and put his hands up. “Fine. No more tests if you can solve one of my riddles.”
The helicopter shook as if to tell him no. She asked him a riddle first.
Ping, piing, ping, ping?
“A-” He stared at the smugly teetering helicopter and then laughed. “A bat-tery. Very clever.” Eddie put his hands on his hips and looked at the workbench behind him. More than anything, he wanted to know what it- she was and how far her powers stretched, but home did sound good. He held his hands out and the helicopter landed in the middle of his palms and turned itself off. He carefully plucked the device off from the top, slipped on his winter jacket and tucked her into the inside pocket.
She pinged. Something about eight hours of sleep and brushing his teeth. Eddie pretended not to hear her through the warmth of his jacket.