"Well, yes, I suppose it is what he'd prefer," Riddler agrees softly, mostly just because he's not meant to talk about himself in the third person anymore.
He lets Oswald settle the bill and tip and helps him into his coat before sliding on his own, turning up the collar against the winds that whip along Gotham's streets at night. When Oswald hooks their pinkies, he squeezes back, glancing to him and smiling slightly. "Yours. I've never felt a need to rule anything, if I'm honest. I'll leave that in your far more capable hands."
Ed wants attention and admiration, respect. Riddler wants to never be forgotten, never be overlooked. Ruling anything has never been a focus for either of them.
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Date: 2019-12-19 11:35 pm (UTC)He lets Oswald settle the bill and tip and helps him into his coat before sliding on his own, turning up the collar against the winds that whip along Gotham's streets at night. When Oswald hooks their pinkies, he squeezes back, glancing to him and smiling slightly. "Yours. I've never felt a need to rule anything, if I'm honest. I'll leave that in your far more capable hands."
Ed wants attention and admiration, respect. Riddler wants to never be forgotten, never be overlooked. Ruling anything has never been a focus for either of them.