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[Well, Eddie had to admit he was curious. He liked the symbolism of kissing her there and then leading her back to the apartment. A sort of acceptance of who she was while encouraging her to be more with him. That's how he saw the comic book shop and the apartment. A chance to be more for the both of them. He was less in Gotham with or without her. Here? He felt like a real person, like the kind Donna insisted all comic book characters had to be now that they were "real." His world would always be in between and constantly changing like the imperfect and unpredictable man that he was, but at least he knew Muerte would be a fixture in his life for a little longer.
He stepped forward and grabbed her waist, pulling her close for a kiss that was charged by both of their magic. She was death and he was what happened after. Even the hotel didn't know what to do with it and as he could feel himself vanish in her arms, he tugged her back through the door.] Good? [He asked against her lips and then pulled her into a solid hug, nose against her shoulder as he let her adjust to the change.]