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[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?

[enigmaestro]

Yes -- who -- [Eddie struggled under the weight of armor and muscle.] Who do you think took me after your hands? Who do you think -- did this, when you handed me over like the good muzzled dog you're meant to be?

Who do you think I -- [fear.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman smacked Eddie's face, snarling. ]

I'm the one you should fear the most. Get that straight.

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie bucked, struggling under Norman's grip.]

That's what happens! When you turn me in, that's what happens.

[His face stung, burning with Norman's fingerprints.]

Don't act so betrayed, Osborn. When you surrendered me, you surrendered your dominance.

[osreborn]

I won't be making that mistake again, Nygma, rest assured. I want you where I can see you.

[ His single eye swivels manically and he strokes Eddie's chin and jaw gently with his hand. ]

But I won't be too rough. I don't want to break anything.

[enigmaestro]

[The motion terrified Eddie. That intentionally ironic comfort, that warm gentility, it scarred deeper than any punch or bullet. It was possessive, it was intimate.

He whimpered.]

This -- this is a release to you, isn't it? The very fact you're hunting me for your own fulfillment. How can you convince yourself you're not repressed?

[osreborn]

[ Norman stroked him again, thumb tracing Eddie's lips. His eye narrows. ]

I might as well take what I want when I have it. Wouldn't you?

[ He sneers, and grabs Eddie's tie to yank him upward. ]

Otherwise, what's the point?

[enigmaestro]

Look, Norman, I --ggk! [Eddie was jerked up, stringed to Norman's intention. He choked and spluttered, trying to gain footing and hold.]

It doesn't -- doesn't have to be like this! [He gripped at the other man's shoulders, steadying himself.] You could own yourself again. You could defect.

[osreborn]

[ He frowns, hand tightening on Eddie's collar. Norman has his gun out, though it's not cocked or pressed to Eddie anywhere -- not yet, anyway. ]

Why on earth would I do that? I have everything I could want. Especially now.

[enigmaestro]

Because -- Norman, because you haven't everything you want, do you? People like us, we can't stand to be, ah, to be owned. And you are, let's not event humor a lie. [Eddie's body hung passively against Norman, limp and nonthreatening.]

With the Resistance, you could express your darker side without fear. You could be of such immense help, Norman, a man like you.

[osreborn]

This isn't being owned. I have more freedom than any of you so-called revolutionaries, Nygma. You just don't see it that way.

[ Still frowning. ]

I can do what I want. The government's on my side. I'm high-ranking with the chance to keep going higher. Why give all that up?

[enigmaestro]

Which, ah, which falsehoods do you want to know about? Of what rang. [He offered a boyish smile, self-aware, one designed to irritate Norman.]

I would much, much rather have you to contend with than him, Norman. Let's make it happen.

[osreborn]

Yes. Let's. [ Scowling, he knees Eddie in the stomach, dragging him by his tie. ] I'll teach you who's worth fearing. No, I don't want to know what you want to tell me are falsehoods. I wasn't born yesterday.

[enigmaestro]

Norman -- no! [Eddie groaned to the kick, temporarily winded. He fell to his knees as Norman still held his tie.] I'm trying to help --!

[Eddie choked again, hissing out.]

[osreborn]

Help what? Do you think for a second I would believe that you're, what is it? Concerned?

I'm not going to let you use me.

[ He kicks him. ]

[enigmaestro]

I am -- I am concer [the kick jolts his jaw, slacking it. Eddie falls, blood spilling out. He tries to crawl, to stagger, to make distance between them.]

[osreborn]

I'm not a fool.

[ Norman growls again and drags Eddie along toward the edge of the roof. ]

Whatever you might think. Why would you be concerned? Don't patronize me.

[enigmaestro]

Because you can't be trusted to take care of yourself! [Eddie glanced down at the traffic below. Too close to the edge.] You're my responsibility, Norman, you've always been my interest, my responsibility.

I can't let them ruin you!