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[enigmaestro]

The air was catapulted from his lungs. Eddie took half a second to grapple with the pain, the fear, a precious half second lost to Norman. He leeched himself onto Norman's thigh, pulling at the other man, doing anything to hold him back. Hold him down from the syringe. Fingers dug and yanked, surging between Norman's legs to better grip. He tried forcing the officer into the cement as he climbed over Norman's body, his outstretched hand luring the syringe.

"Nice costume. Are all equipped with cups?"

Something in that had to hurt.

[osreborn]

Norman ground his teeth together, struggling -- winded -- to reach the needle. The back of his head hit the cement and though nothing rattled, he had a moment of spotty vision. And another moment of not pain, but uncomfortable pressure.

"They are," he hissed, exhaling a little heavier than he needed. He licked his lips of the blood on them. "Now if you don't mind-- hands off me until our third date."

If Edward got the syringe, it would be over. Norman certainly would be. He sat up abruptly, hoping to headbutt him in the jaw.

[enigmaestro]

Eddie balked. The blow to his flesh was deafening, his ears rang. His fingers splayed wildly, hoping to net Norman. Edward knew he needed that syringe, knew he needed to get there before Norman – before Norman could –

“Damn you!”

It hurt to move his jaw.

One hand went to gouge Norman’s eyes, the other threw back and above his head for the syringe.

[osreborn]

"Augh! I have no qualms with killing you, Nygma, know that. I'll make you eat every damn bullet in my--" He hissed again, he groaned, bucking his hips in an effort to throw Eddie off him, backwards. He was attempting to grapple for his gun in a last ditch effort to make Eddie stop, to keep him from the syringe, when Eddie's hand clawed his one good eye and Norman for a moment was blind.

His free hand flew to it, trying to get Eddie's hand away before further damage could be done.

"Mother of god, get off!" He blindly found his gun, pressing it against whatever part of Eddie's flesh was nearest. He couldn't see it and moved by instinct and touch.

[enigmaestro]

With a gun muzzle in his mouth, Eddie thrust the syringe into Norman's cheek and pressed down the injection thumb like a detonator. He had no time but that second to react, or Norman would make good on his promise. Biting down on the metal muzzle, he watched as the clear (yet surprisingly thick) fluid seeped into Norman's flesh.

And for the first time since Norman stalked his trail, Edward smiled.

[osreborn]

Norman trembled, his eye widening as the fluid rushed in, his hands shaking suddenly. "No," he growled, pulling the pistol out and whipping it against Eddie's face again. He clutched his cheek and rolled off Eddie, wanting to move himself -- and the nanite remote -- out of reach.

"I will ruin you for that," he spat, cocking his pistol again and aiming it at Eddie's hand. His mouth was suddenly dry, his heart racing and then slowing with deafening thumps as the sedative threatened his responsiveness. Soon his aim would be shot; he needed to move soon.

[enigmaestro]

He moved his hand at the split second, the bullet grazing the thigh it was covering. He hissed out the pain while surging up and forward, one objective in mind: keep Norman Osborn here. He threw his body against Norman once more, wanting to pin him down.

Eddie had noted the fear. It took a lot to make Norman Osborn fear.

It took threatening his autonomy.

"One doesn't shoot at the hands for sake of fleeing, Norman." Eddie spoke with a purr, pressing against Norman's features, watching. "If you wanted to stall for escape, you'd shoot my foot. My leg. But oh no, you don't want me touching something, do you?"

[osreborn]

Norman bared his teeth, thrashing and making an effort to kick Eddie off of him, but he couldn't get a good shot pinned down the way he was. Already his vision was getting groggy and his reflexes were dulling, though it was slower acting than it would be in someone without his powers. No matter; as long as he could get away and put a bullet or two into Eddie before the sedative dulled his nerves completely, Norman would consider this venture not a loss. Not a win, but one couldn't always win them all.

"Whatever disarms you fast enough works for me," he hissed, breathing slowly. He presses his gun to Eddie's abdomen, hands shaking minutely. "Would you rather I shoot you here? In the chest, in the gut? It makes no difference to me."

[enigmaestro]

Eddie reacted quickly, his muscles burning through the swift motions. He grabbed at Norman's utility belt (a utility belt, he thought, why did I think that?) and ripped at it. For as good a fabric it was, every set of molecules could be torn -- this was no exception. He found the weak point and yanked. The move would confuse Norman, he was sure of it. It was bewildering distraction, almost playful. Mocking, insulting. Tense and certainly not on Norman's terms.

He yanked off the belt. And whipped it across Norman's face.

"Well, if I get choices."

The belt backhanded Norman, whatever it contained slapped against his flesh.

[osreborn]

Norman's eye widened and he jerked viciously under Eddie, kneeing him and trying to thuck his gun against his face simultaneously. "Would you--" He began, but then his belt slapped his face and the nanite remote turned on, sending a cluster of sharp electromagnetic impulses into the nanites in Norman's body. His pupil contracted and he gyrated, face paling and teeth clattering.

He grabbed clumsily for Eddie's neck, nails digging into flesh.

[enigmaestro]

Eddie gasped as he pulled back, as far back as he could from Norman's rumbling fingers. His neck was caught, but Norman's response -- that was the entire focus. His entire focus. Edward slapped Norman again, with the belt, anticipating the squirming agony.

He thought it would be beautiful.

"I want to see it," he hissed. "I want to see it again."

[osreborn]

Norman convulsed again, his eye rolling back in his head and his muscles tightening, relaxing, jerking uncontrollably. His teeth crashed against themselves, foam collecting on his lower lip as he gurgled out a yell.

"Damn you--" He hissed, between breaths, his fingers still digging at Eddie's neck, trembling and trying to make purchase. He flung his knee at Eddie in one sharp convulsion, trying to push Eddie off him for good. "Turn them off!"

[enigmaestro]

"So that's what this is, mm?" Edward swallowed his chuckle, slick and indulgent as it was. "That's what this is, a leash. You son of a bitch, you tried to inject me!"

Eddie laughed as Norman pushed him off, he laughed and clutched onto the belt with the nanite control harder than he'd grip his life. It was the perfect gift, he thought, it was perfection. The image of Norman rolling on the filthy ground, convulsing helplessly, the very picture of Norman as a rabid dog.

Eddie scrambled off his company, stumbling away. He wanted to keep this perfect, perfect gift.

[osreborn]

Norman flipped himself over, grabbing Eddie by the leg to try and delay his escape. It was an effort of while, a struggle against his shrieking spasming muscles, but he pulled himself forward enough to bite at Eddie's calf.

"It's what you deserve," he panted thickly, voice heavy with pain. "My leash."

[enigmaestro]

Edward laughed, loud and manic.

“Oh no, oh no no no,” he said as he squirmed, clutching the belt. “Oh no, this is mine.” He kicked back at Norman's face, his shoe missing its target. "Mine now."

Eddie slapped the belt against the ground, watching Norman's face with burning anticipation.

[osreborn]

Norman yelled, his body stiffening and convulsing more violently, sending his head against the ground. "Do you think -- do you think I'll let you leave here with that? Alive?"

He forced himself up through the pain, joints cracking and his mouth dripping foam and blood, and launched himself at Eddie's legs. The remote had stronger settings, of course, but none that could be activated by accident.

[enigmaestro]

Norman was a rabid dog to him, and his muscles reacted to the metaphor with rapid kicks. Eddie gurgled yells, some joyous (and some panicked) as he squirmed for his life. The lurch threw him off balance, he slammed against the concrete once more.

"You deserve it! You earned the loss!" Eddie yelled as he kicked at Norman, rolling onto his side. A manic sneer graced his face. "You deserve this humiliation, Osborn!"

[osreborn]

"Hnnrgh!" Norman gasped, and spat blood at Eddie. He coughed and shuddered and clawed. "It's no loss! I'll get them deactivated when I return to my headquarters -- if you think you've won I'd advise you to think again! I will not remain compromised!"

His eye, large and watery, swiveled around, searching for the belt. His hands dove for it.