Eddie hated jail. He'd been in and out of the establishment so many times though one would think he enjoyed it a great deal. It was one of those places that Edward dreaded, though. It was boring, and often the police were mean and they hurt him. Not that he didn't deserve any more than that, but he didn't like being pushed around. So Edward worked to stay out of that place. Despite finding himself right back there, but for a different reason.
With a sigh, Edward pushed through the front door of the City jail where his daughter was being held. He'd let her stew for a while and figured it was high time to spring her. Eddie hoped she'd learned her lesson. Not to turn herself in.
Licking his lips, he approached Jonathan and the counter feeling uneasy. He looked around but kept his cool. He was armed in a police station. You couldn't get more risky than that.
"We ready?" Edward breathed, focusing his attention on his husband. "I hate this place." Edward mumbled and sighed, before pulling himself together and regaining his egotistical composure.