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Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter (_enigma) wrote in wariscoming,

"Thanks, but I have a place and why take up room that another person can use," she said, smiling at him. She nodded at his words, watching the street outside for a moment before looking at him again. “Tell me something about yourself, Doctor Banner...anything. I mean, obviously I've...read about you,” she stated, thinking of the t shirt hiding under her hoodie. “But reading isn't the same, and if something goes wrong out here...I want to know something about the man I died with. So...anything, favorite food, music...memory?”

It was a game she and Duela played on long, cold nights, when they were stuck waiting. Waiting on rooftops, in alleys, in ropes...waiting for death. For action...for anything to pull them out of their miserable existences and back into the world of bright lights and noise.

”Tell me a secret....tell me a story...tell me a thought...”

Tell me anything so that I don't have to think about where we are and what we're doing, so that I can still call you my best friend after you stab me in the back....so that I have something to say at your funeral when we bury you never to the other heroes/villains/teenagers idiots....so that I can know you...so that I can grieve for you...so that I can love you.

She blinked away the memories of Duela's laughter and smiling face, rubbing absently at her chest over her heart, where it still hurt. Duela had died such a short time ago, and Enigma hadn't even bothered to stop long enough to care...until now.

“I'm sorry, that was probably too personal to ask, I shouldn't...sorry.”