[ Norman's teeth ground, his eye narrowing. He dug his heel in further as Eddie spoke, wanting to provoke a reaction of pain rather than his steady dialogue. It wasn't an appropriate response, to Norman. Not to seeing him. ]

Don't make me laugh. [ He growled, convinced Eddie was lying, though there was a small part of him that wondered. No. That wouldn't be kept from him. No chance. ] I won't fall for that one, Nygma. You're a fugitive, just like all your friends. You're not getting away this time.