Gotham: Selina and Eddie
[The Egyptian was one of the most colorful spots in the grey, dark Gotham he called home. The gaudy nightclub looked like a Vegas magician had twirled sparkly blue fabric and wazam! an entire casino was transported into the heart of Gotham. It was grand in both size and scope with a field of gambling tables, a dance floor, a beautiful bar, a lounge and giant statues of golden cats everywhere. The women were gorgeous, the men were dangerous and the games all had high stakes.
It was the Riddler's kind of place.
Eddie Nigma was dressed in a dark, tailored suit that only gave off a shimmering green in the right light. His hair was perfectly slicked back, his shoes shined, his cuff-links more expensive than most people's cars. He didn't have to look like money, but (much like the people around him) he liked the chance to show off. There was nothing sentimental on him save a metal, ancient ankh pinned to his tie that a friend made him promise never to lose. It was warm to the touch, comforting like her hand pressing against his chest. It kept him grounded, reminded him that in the grand scheme of things, he was doing pretty well for himself.
At the bar, people talked and didn't bother to hush their whispers. No ring. Well of course it didn't last and Do you think he's looking for someone new? Eddie didn't mind. Everything they said he had told himself a million times more. Of course it didn't last. This was where he really belonged. He leaned on the bar, elbows on the sandstone as he looked over the tables and up at the balcony.]