Re: dream: eddie/crane
I've met so many versions of you through this door and not one of them has been mine. I find that so very, very odd. [The hostility that might have been there before was gone. Eddie had spent a month's time working on his own aggression and he knew it never really suited him anyway. A loss of control with his temper usually meant a loss of control with his powers, which was never, ever a good thing. Instead, Eddie was simply charmingly curious. Dark eyes wandering about in thought before settling on the doctor.]
My Crane never had a problem showing who he really was. Then again, he smoked too much of his own stuff. But, suppose you don't get caught the moment you step back into Gotham. [Eddie rolled his hand around in the air and the cartoon suburbia faded in favor of a familiar hallway down in the depths of Arkham. Eddie stood:] My advice? Go for the low lives. There's been a killer on the loose for who knows how long and no one gives a damn because he-she-it only victimizes goons.