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[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. ]

[enigmaestro]

[His footsteps echoed his heartbeat, searing in his chest like a gunshot wound. Blam, blam, bump blam. A quick dodge to the left, the right, a leap upon an iron wrought fire escape. Rust under his thumbs and fingernails as he climb up the side of an apartment building, dirty windows obscuring his movements to its inhabitants.

Up, up and away.]

[osreborn]

[ When he missed, arms grabbing at air, Norman didn't slow down; he panted and rocketed himself forward faster, arms reaching to try and grab at anything of Eddie's that was in reach. The railings of the fire escape bent and warped under his clenched grip. ]

You think you can hide from me on a roof?

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie bit back a scream, the groping thuds of Norman's hunt ringing in his ears. He tried to kick at Norman's face as he pulled himself over the cement hedge of the roof top.]

I think a lot of things!

[Came the hysterical retort. Eddie scrambled across the flat expanse, his hands scrapped and bloodied.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman kept grabbing at air, aiming for Eddie's pant leg. ]

So. How do you expect to get away?

[enigmaestro]

A magician never reveals his --

[Norman had grabbed his leg. He kicked, frantically, gasping with panic.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman gripped tightly to his prize, refusing to let Eddie go. ]

Since when are you a magician?

[enigmaestro]

Well, really, I'd prefer escapist artist. As a term. [His free foot aimed to kick at Norman's face, heel first. His body writhed, squirming, ever moving to slip Norman's grip.]

Got yourself under control?

[A glance shot between Norman's legs.]

[osreborn]

I've been under control this whole time.

[ He's practically offended by the suggestion otherwise, pulling himself onto the roof. ]

It's all right, though. We can get plenty down up here. More privacy than on the street.

[enigmaestro]

Eager to consummate your repressed needs, Norman? [It was a bold taunt slung by a slick tongue. Edward's bravado reared its head, furious at the world, at this moment.] You always were a poor twisted bastard, mm? Collared by your suit and tie, and now by the government.

Your true self, your greener self -- must ache to repress that.

[osreborn]

Oh please.

[ Norman's grip tightened and he yanked Eddie's leg, meaning to make the man lose balance. ]

I have been waiting a long time for you, Nygma. Be flattered all you like; you've earned it. I don't do repressed these days.

[ It's a lie, though one that comes naturally to him enough; he believes it. ]

[enigmaestro]

Hnng. [Eddie feels the falsehood, but can't be sure to trust it. It unbalances his psyche as Norman unbalances his recently earned footing -- a tumble, a fall.]

And yet, I'd rather it be you than him.

[osreborn]

[ Norman uses the opportunity to pounce, pinning Eddie down and looking at him with a mixture of satisfaction and annoyance. ]

Him?

Him?