Re: marvel: eddie/muerte
[Eddie gave out an empty sounding laugh at himself. If only the rest of Gotham could see him now. The man who always had the right mask on, the right suit, the right lecture that no one wanted to hear. He prided himself on his own perfection, his own image and it was rare that he was caught shaking like an infant in front of a big, bad wolf. He laughed because this was Eddie Nigma. This was the man with panic issues and locked up feelings. The amazing Riddler who could stretch himself thin until he snapped in half like three day old chewing gum.]
O-okay. [He whispered and used the brick wall as support so he could sit down next to her. The street was gross, but by Gotham standards it was perfectly clean. His legs pulled closer to his body, arms around his knees as he pressed his forehead against his thighs and focused on his breathing.] I'm sorry, Muerte. I'm so sorry. [He whispered as he slowed his panic down.]