nashtons - doctor's call.
[Eddie had spent the week at Gotham City Radio, a previously rundown station with a giant teetering tower. It was a relic in his eyes, something that deserved to be restored even if radio was a dying medium. He didn't know anyone who wanted to get back on the air, he didn't even get permission to go inside. He simply lock picked his way in and by the early Saturday morning the blinking red light of the tower mingled with the breaking dawn. He left it like that with some Paul's Boutique playing on repeat. An open invitation for whoever wanted the tower was a roll of the dice in Gotham and to him it felt like his place in the grey color scheme. He walked home with his toolbox in his hand, placing his earpiece in his ear and he wondered when anyone would crack the signal just because they could.]
[When he got home, he kissed his wife and then went into the side workroom to put away his tools. Eddie reached to turn the radio on to hear the tail-end of "The Sounds of Science" and it made him smile. No, Eddie wasn't in a good place. He either stayed in all day feeling sorry for himself or buried himself in projects. But, this. The youthful ancient music of a time long since passed made him happy. If he kept building, maybe he'd find what made Gotham special to him all those years ago.]
[Eddie was still covered in dirt and grease. His white shirt stained and jeans mucked up with black. His usually perfectly styled hair was a tangled mess and there was a tiny line of stubble on his chin. The phone rang and when Stephanie yelled, he tried to steady himself. He did what people do watching a scary movie but instead of it's only a movie he told himself it's only a consultation and he refused to let that feeling of hope and anticipation bubble up in his heart.]
One sec! [He called and went into the bathroom, washing off his dirty hands and slicking his hair back with water. Eddie looked at himself in the mirror. Instead of seeing the wrinkled, sad mess that glared back at him for the past month, he saw the youthful, mischievous Eddie and he wondered where that came from. Rubbing his face with the towel, he walked out into the living room. When he slung the towel over his shoulder, she could see him smile without being able to stop himself. He flopped down on the couch and opened his arms up so she'd sit in his lap during the conversation.] You ready?