riddleman: (An aside.)

[personal profile] riddleman 2018-05-23 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[Her. He knows who she is, of course. Dr Harleen Quinzel. Psychiatrist. Smells good. Pretty smart. Smiles, even at him. Hard to forget, even if he ever forgot anything.

He nods his head and looks down at the notepad he's been scribbling into, finally flicking it shut and instead stepping up to her.]


Hi. What's kicking?

[Nice going, genius. That's how to talk to people. Sure.]
riddleman: (A glance.)

[personal profile] riddleman 2018-05-27 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything that wouldn't have been in the report?

[He opens the file, quickly glancing over it.]

Just about anything then. They don't really like doing paperwork around here.

[Just about all of his observations apparently haven't made it into the actual report, which is irksome. Whatever, to be expected. Working with imbeciles. So Edward turns to look at her, his smile bright.]

In the right hands I can beat a sword, wielded by anyone, peasant or lord. What am I?
riddleman: (A reason.)

[personal profile] riddleman 2018-05-27 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
My. He is a bit rambunctious. [He has a glare for Dougherty, but he's not actually directing it at the man. Not worth the risk, not right now. He has actual work to do.]

Ear. [He lifts a hand to tap his own.] I found the ink residue. Pen had been removed, post-mortem. However, it's not what killed him.
riddleman: (A look.)

[personal profile] riddleman 2018-05-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think it's a particularly interesting case, honestly. As far as killing people goes, I'd give it a two, creativity-wise.

[He could certainly think of more fun ways himself, but he's been told before that pondering that out loud was 'weird and creepy', and so he doesn't. He holds still when she touches him, just letting it happen. Interesting.]

The only noteworthy thing is that I've traced the ink and this particular combination is only used by Wayne Enterprises.
riddleman: (A beam.)

[personal profile] riddleman 2018-05-27 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[His eyes narrow, because this has to be a joke. He just can't figure out quite how she's trying to make fun of him. Finally he settles on a smile, shrugging his shoulders.]

Let's hope for a more interesting murder next time you stop by.

[Hey. He's tried.]

Please do.

[Please.]
beaky: (gonna murder you)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-23 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Typical Gotham.

Oswald isn't overly shocked at the sight, it happens about once a week in the back of this awful shithole his mother refused to move out of. He's been trying to get the money together to buy her a place for a long time but she always said no, she had to stay in the apartment he took his first steps because that somehow made it worth the rats, damp, crime and the weird smell from the apartment above.

He's pretty sure it's a drug lab but he honestly doesn't want to pry. That's a good way to die and he only just escaped death this time. To provoke again was just pushing his luck.

What is shocking is that this random girl knows his name and is apparently beating the man with just cause. Unusual. That definitely stuck out.]


Yes, I am indeed. [He squints, his mistrust obvious. What was this?] Forgive me but do I know you?
beaky: (oh bullshit okok)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-23 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I-- what? [How -- How did she know his mother?] I hardly think anything between myself and my mother is the business of a stranger.

[He loves his mom, he wouldn't worry her if he had the option but he didn't! It's not his fault he almost died... or it was but whatever, he should have gotten away with snitching. The fact he didn't showed that the world was against him.] How do you know my mother? Who are you?
beaky: (glasses nerd)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-23 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I believe it's over but ... as you wish. [He watches in fascination and something akin to concern before glaring at her but wisely not provoking. He is, at heart, a coward and he's swiftly to run, limping along to the front door and just trying to put space between himself and that weird woman. He had to go tell his mom he was alive, well and not running off with some painted lady.

And hopefully by the time he had to leave, the strange woman would be long gone.]
beaky: (sad emo)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-23 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Good for you.

[Why was she suddenly in his life? It felt like a trap. Was it a trap? Or was she just an unassuming woman who liked his mother? It was so hard to tell and he didn't like the risk, honestly. He eyed Harley with open suspicion, barely concealing how he felt.]

You and my mother seem like you've become fast friends. Interesting. Is that why you decided to defend her from the man outside?
beaky: (er why???)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-24 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not exactly an ideal neighbourhood but you try telling the people who live here that.

[Just on the outskirts of the Narrows, they acted like they were in a safe part of town when they really weren't. Oswald wished he could tear this place down so maybe this mother would finally move.]

It was a pleasure, Miss -- ? [He only has a first name, makes it harder to be formal.]
beaky: (oh gosh golly)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-24 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm aware, my mother has raved about your profession, your manner, your inability to cook. [And he has been warned off several times but, well, let's face it - Oswald isn't really looking to date. Anyone. Especially not a girl but that was neither here nor there.]

You're a doctor and you can't afford a better place? Maybe consider changing your job.

[He offers a smile with too many teeth, fake and clearly dismissive.] Join the mob, they have great rates and you often get dental.
beaky: (don't mean to pingu)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-29 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe you should have joined a better mob.

[HMMM. The more he spoke to her, the more questions he had.] Mob ties in Gotham are common but you should be more cautious sharing that around. Especially if you intend to spend time with my mother.
beaky: (glasses nerd)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-29 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Beating up crooks in an alleyway and the off colour humour, the location and all of -- [He gestures at her.] -- This? It does ask some questions. Not that I need them answering.

Just know that I won't turn a blind eye to endangering my mother.
beaky: (gonna murder you)

[personal profile] beaky 2018-05-29 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't realise I would be gone so long and it was dangerous return without securing my life and my circumstances. I know how to handle my mother.

[Of course he knows, they have a weird clingy relationship.]

I don't need advise from some random alley ... person.
riddleman: (A beam.)

[personal profile] riddleman 2018-05-28 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Dr Quinzel!

[Edward spots her from across the room, darts into his lab and comes out with a file in his hand, quickly heading over to her and immediately opening the file so she can look at it. That she's currently talking to someone else doesn't even register properly.]

This case is more interesting, so I thought of you. See, this fella makes masks out of his victim's faces. It's fascinating, isn't it?

[He looks at her with a bright smile, hoping she'll share his enthusiasm. A detective gives him a shove that he tries to ignore.]

Buzz off, Ed, you freak. Leave the nice lady alone.
riddleman: (A beam.)

[personal profile] riddleman 2018-05-31 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[His cheeks are flushed, but not from embarrassment or shyness. He's excited, just watching her at work, deducing, watching her get this into a case? It's amazingly stimulating.

He does try not to linger too long on what a bad relationship with a mother may or may not spell for a man and tried even harder not to think about her giving a professor - or anyone - a lap-dance, firmly shelving such thoughts for later. Especially the latter, the former may be better off repressed.]


Oh, it was great. I'm afraid I don't smoke or I'd offer you one.