log: steph/eddie
[The morning after the phone call. Eddie was starting to hate hospitals. The bright lights reminded him of the nice parts of Arkham. The injured soldiers reminded him of Earth-3. He hated seeing lonely mothers clutching their toddler's hand with a look on their face like they regretted marrying a soldier who was now a dead man. He wondered how many things could have gone wrong, how Stephanie would feel if she was that single mother with him long gone and only a baby to remind her of him. Maybe it would be better that way. The birds loved Damian even if he was part al Ghul. They'd love a kid half Nigma, wouldn't they?
Walking to her part of the hospital, Eddie had to wind himself down. He had to shake off all the things that bothered him about this place and focus on the positive. The riddled man could feel puzzle blocks falling with each step at his feet, revealing a simple man in love with his woman. In his hand were wild, wild flowers that he had picked himself around Wayne Manor. He put them in a rusted over tin that was likely as old as he was. Green and purple. Messy, intricate and lovely. On Earth-3, once the war really started heating up, he had to pick flowers for her. He'd find a wild patch of untamed parking lots turned fields and gather up daises, thistles and poppies for her. Sometimes he'd catch her lightly touching the petals with her strong, calloused fingers and he could see the light of hope reignite in her blue eyes.]
Hey.
[He caught her in the hall on her way back from therapy, giving a little wave and then pointing at the messy flowers.] I picked these for you. [He was proud. So stupid proud of himself and crazy in love with her. Eddie, who was dressed in slacks, a green tie and a white button up with the sleeves rolled, looked strange with the wild flowers in his hands. Like someone more rustic had passed them off to him.]