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[osreborn]

You think you're going to talk your way out of this. [ Norman grinds his teeth, squinting and smacking Eddie again. ] If anything, you're talking your way into a worse fate. I promise you that.

[enigmaestro]

Nghh. [Eddie took the smack with flying blood.] You certainly seem to think so. But Norman, come now, what will you do to me?

[osreborn]

I'll figure it out as I go. How does that sound?

[ Norman sneers at Eddie, dragging him along as he walks. ]

I'm surprised you're still able to tell which way is up at this point. After last time, I mean.

[enigmaestro]

You should know how resilient I am. [His hand felt down Norman's chest, searching for any other weapons. Quickly.] You know I'd do anything to survive.

[Intentionally provocative wording, ripe with innuendo. Hopefully enough to unbalance Norman for a few stolen seconds, hopefully enough time to rob the other man of his supposed second, hidden weapon.

Eddie hoped he had a second, secret weapon on him. But what Enforcer didn't?]

[osreborn]

[ Norman's nose wrinkles and he does hesitate, though he doesn't let go of Eddie. ]

Anything. Yes, I do. I know that you think that -- but we'll just see, won't we? We have plenty of time to figure out just how far you'll go.

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie spends another grin up at Norman. It's a harder price, this time round, as his fingers dip to Norman's lower waist, his hip, and -- ah.

Eddie knew that Norman was happy to see him, but he also knew that was a weapon pocketed.]

Do your worst.

[osreborn]

Nygma.

[ Norman flings Eddie against the brick wall of a building. ]

Hands to yourself, boy. Unless you want me breaking them.

[enigmaestro]

Boy? [Eddie didn't fight, with his back against the wall. He knew it to be a losing battle against Norman Osborn. He didn't fight back.

But he did keep talking.]

While I'm not encroaching seventy, I'm hardly a boy. Is that what you would call the man who escaped you?

[osreborn]

I just did. [ Norman kicks him, pinning a hand against Eddie's throat. ] Anyone can be a boy when they're facing trouble. Especially if it's at the hands of a man. Hm?

You think I'll let you escape again?

[enigmaestro]

It's more -- ah -- more a conviction that I can, in fact. I thought you of all people would appreciate conviction. [Eddie rasped out the words, his throat threatened and tight.] I'll let you do what you want to me, Norman. Let you.

[Hands found their way along Norman's side again, feeling for that weapon.]

At a price.

[osreborn]

[ Norman chuckles, though his eye follows Eddie's hands warily before fixing on Eddie again. ]

What price?

[enigmaestro]

We have to make it, ah, like it was. [His hands stilled, his palms pressed against Norman. Eddie needed to control this moment, this intensity.]

Wasn't that fun?

[He hoped the hidden weapon was a gun. He'd love to use a gun on Norman Osborn.]

[osreborn]

Like it was.

I don't remember ever wanting to go back to just the way it was.

[ He pins Eddie, pressing his gun gently to Eddie's chin. ]

I'd rather try new things this time.

[enigmaestro]

How adventurous. [Only through a great exercise in valor did he keep from stuttering. The gun felt so cold against his chin.] You won't be satisfied by killing me, I know. You never were. [A beat.] I must say, Norman, this is all very unsportsmanshiply of you.

[osreborn]

I'm doing my job. I never claimed it the fairest one out there. [ He doesn't cock the gun or anything, just jabs Eddie with it tauntingly. ] Besides, I would say it was unsportsmanshiply of you to escape in the first place. So why quibble over a little power unbalance?

[enigmaestro]

I didn't escape. [Edward replied, his words hot and burning. He glowered down at Norman.] I was released by your superiors. I was on missions.

[He was, and he simply never returned.]

Stop poking me. And stop poking me with your gun, too!

[osreborn]

And you just never returned?

[ He latches onto the rest of that thought, since it's what makes him consider it a lie. He glances down for a moment, and jabs Eddie with the gun again. Glances back up. ]

Why don't you just relax? Go limp, if that feels better.

[enigmaestro]

I'd rather not. [Eddie kept his wide eyes on Norman, open and innocuous. His fingers twitched.] Who knows what you might be inclined to do, Norman Osborn, with a limp body. [It was Norman's shirt he was after, if he could untuck it. The weapon hidden would be exposed.]

But since I was never one to be a placated partner, you understand --

[Twitching fingers solidified on fabric. He ripped up the shirt, seeking that hidden and staked weapon.]

[osreborn]

I don't mind getting rough either, if I must.

[ Norman hisses, his teeth baring ferally; his shirt tears, exposing a tazer he keeps stashed away to surprise people with. He jams his arm over Eddie's chest to further him pin him. ]

[enigmaestro]

Then let's!

[Eddie plunges a knee, aiming between Norman's legs, his fingers gasping for that tazer. Searing to uneven the odds, Eddie turned his lips to Norman's shoulder as he was in the midst of a pinning and sunk in his teeth.]

[osreborn]

Nygma--

[ Norman growls again, teeth gritting before his breath is thrust out of him by Eddie's kick and his bite, sending Norman back a step; his hand moves to grab for the tazer but, realizing Eddie's beat him to it and also that he's already holding a gun. He levels it, free hand pressing on his slightly bloody shoulder.

But even with Eddie now armed, Norman sneers. ]

Fine, then. You know I'd love to.

[enigmaestro]

Do you think so? Well. You were always so -- [A hiss. He chokes it out.] Presumptuous.

[The tazer feels so solid in his hand. Solid and warm.]

You won't shoot to kill. [Eddie calculates aloud, in something reminiscent of his smug drawl. He wants to keep Norman's attention diffused.] You couldn't bear that, now could you? Cut yourself short of weeks, months, a veritable lifetime of torturing me? Oh no. In all likelihood you'll want to incapacitate my --

[He pressed the side trigger in the tazer, squeezing it into action. Aiming at Norman's throat.]

[osreborn]

It doesn't have to be to kill. I know plenty of ways to shoot you so that you'll only bleed.

[ He keeps sneering. ]

And hurt, of cour--

[ Then the tazer. Norman jerks violently, eye twisting backward so that the white showed. He bites down on his tongue and manages: ]

But -- it's -- still -- so -- tempting.

[ Through blood. ]

[enigmaestro]

Oh -- I had forgotten you could do that. [Eddie murmured, frantically gripping the tazer trigger again and again. Superhuman endurance, of course Norman would measure his own tazer setting to be overall ineffective against him. Eddie kept clicking, vain in his hope, and still Norman survived through it, moved through it. Spoke through it.]

How can you still talk!?

[Norman Osborn was so adept in frustrating Eddie. Seizing his fewer options, Edward pelted the mechanical device at Norman's chest and turned on his heel to run.

He figured Norman would give to the chase, and he knew Norman had better stamina than he. But Eddie thought acting as a moving target was more desirable to a sitting duck.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman couldn't follow immediately, which was bad for him but good for Eddie in that it gave him a good five or so minutes of a headstart; the electricity currents still buzzed under Norman's skin and caused spasms, locking up his muscles to any direction Norman tried to give them.

He braced himself against the building, gagging and letting the shudders shake out of him. Moments later he tore after Eddie, leaping at him when he got close enough. ]