log: eddie/bruce at the door
[Eddie was on his lounge chair in yet another Riddler suit (this one more reminiscent of what he wore in those Arkham games) complete with the bowler hat and funny little tie with that cat-eye pin he wouldn't leave alone. Next to him was a ghetto blaster playing music that was not very Elvis at all. He had his violet shades on so he didn't see Bruce right away, but that ping from Machina warned him of Bruce's approach.]
You know you can't. [Eddie said and took his violet glasses off, but didn't stand up yet. The door had a thin, almost invisible multi-colored shimmer over it and if Bruce tried to reach for the handle, it'd feel like he was pushing his hand against steel.] Bruce, [Eddie turned so he was sitting on the side of the chair and looked up at the Bat.] She's going to survive and if she doesn't she'd haunt both our asses if you got infected.