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yeah I can't imagine Oswald walking up to you in the club, smacking your ass and saying "hey babe"
pretty much *ever* actually

There was screaming at people for talking to me. Among other things.

...among what other things exactly?
wait when was this?

In person. Not on here.

When he had those little wings.

you in the lab? I'll come down

If by lab you mean the metal ball. Yes.

Vrenille can remember clearly how Oswald was with him when he had those little wings, minimal though their interactions were. He remembers Oswald waddling around the house after him, asking him an endless stream of suspicious, accusatory questions: You’re going somewhere? Where are you going? Who are you going to see? What are you going to do with them? What will you do afterwards? When will you be back?

He can’t imagine he was much better with Ed. So he’s already sighing as he steps through the door to Ed's workspace, almost anticipating a headache already.

"What did he do?"

Riddler's been puttering away anyway, and he keeps doing so while Vrenille asks him that question.

"Accusations that I was developing feelings elsewhere. Reminders that apparently Ed fell in love and Oswald killed her and would do so again. A couple of bodies required disposal and the Arena had to be shut down so I could clean up the evidence."

Thinking of the overly possessive, grumpy squawking he'd received, Vrenille assimilates all of that right up until the word bodies, which absolutely brings him up short.

"WHAT?!"

For a moment his jaw hangs agape. "You're telling me Oswald's killed people? Here?? Recently??"

Riddler waves a hand dismissively, clearly not considering murder to be that big a problem. "Don't worry, there's no evidence of it. No bodies, no blood, no bullets. I'm very good at clean up, and Ed's possibly better. Nothing will trace back. And it was the Down, I doubt anyone bothered investigating."

Anyway, it happened because of something the city did to Oswald, that makes it their fault and problem. Clearly.

"That's--" The possible continuations of that sentence fall through his mind so fast they end up in a large jumbled heap at the foot of his mental stairs, and there's a delay before he manages to finish-- "not the point!"

Dwayna's breath, where does he even begin??

"Why is this the first time I'm hearing this?!"

But he can practically hear that answer already, even without Riddler supplying it: Because you didn't ask, you idiot.

Riddler looks baffled as to what the fuss is about. "Why would I tell you? I took care of it. No bodies, no evidence, no believable witnesses, in the Down." He waves a hand dismissively. "Why would I tell you? There was nothing for you to do about it. It was already done."

"Because he...killed people."

Vrenille already knows the utter futility of that answer even as he gives it. Clearly Riddler doesn't care about it from any sort of moral perspective, and he's pretty sure Oswald isn't going to give a rat's ass either. And yet--

"I...kinda feel like, y'know, maybe you guys should tell me if you're killing people?"

Yup, this conversation sure has completely gotten away from him not even a minute in.

Riddler tilts his head slightly and very clearly doesn't get it. "Well... it's not like it was premeditated. Oswald just sort of... blew his top because he thought Ed or both of us were going to run off with some random woman. And we cleaned up."

What more do you want, Vrenille?

"...Why would he ever think that you'd--?" He shakes his head. Whether they're talking about Riddler or Ed, the thought of either of them running off with a random woman now, at this point...but then clearly Oswald wasn't at his most level-headed during that whole wings phase.

"Look, I'm glad that you kept him outta trouble, really. That's a relief." He's sure none of them want to see Oswald hauled off to the People Zoo.

"I'm just worried 'bout the impulse control. What if you weren't there to clean things up for him?" Translation: he's troubled by random, senseless murder and Oswald lashing out lethally the moment his feathers get a little ruffled.

Riddler shrugs. "Apparently, Ed did it before. According to Oswald. He was definitely not thinking clearly." Oswald has been emotional, but never to the detriment of business like that.

"I'm fairly sure the city was affecting him. And... where else would I be?"

"The woman who he--" vague hand gesture. "Yeah, I remember, but that's nothing like--!" Oh sod it. There's no reason to try and argue how irrational the fear was when they've already established, precisely, that it is irrational.

Not thinking clearly is putting it lightly, but, "Look my point is he can't go off killing people just 'cause he's not thinking clearly! And anyway, you can't be with him every minute of the day."

It scarcely needs saying, he thinks, since obviously Riddler is here right now and Oswald is out somewhere on his own. It's not as though his relationship with Ed and Riddler mean that Oswald has stopped living an independent life.

They have established that there was nothing rational or even vaguely logical about Oswald's outrage and jealousy.

"It's less that I can't and more that we both choose that I not be. Ed would probably quite happily follow Oswald around all day with a lack of anything else in his life, which was another hilarious piece of the hypocrisy of that day, but I digress. Oswald has things to do, people to see, and I would go mind numbingly bored and start taking drugs recreationally to try and alleviate the incessant screaming of my own mind. And really, if the city didn't want things like this to happen, they shouldn't orchestrate it to, should they?"

"I think you'd both drive each other batty," Vrenille mutters, half to himself, as he shakes his head. Ultimately, though, he just has to sigh, deeply. Very deeply. It's hard to argue with Riddler placing the blame squarely at the city's feet that way.

"Yeah, yeah I guess," it's true, but he doesn't like it. And he doesn't like his suspicion that trying to confront Oswald about this would lead him no farther than he's gotten with Riddler. At any rate, he's not getting anywhere with it now, so he just accepts it as beyond his control and changes the subject.

"By the way, Hakkyuu's back in town."

Riddler gives a small half shrug. They might drive each other insane, it's true. While they have a lot of overlap in things they enjoy, they also need time away from one another when the little habits and foibles start to get annoying.

Oswald especially needs time away from Ed and Riddler. They can be a bit much.

"Huh. I'm... not really sure what to say. I know you missed him, but I guess you didn't really want him back here to be your reunion?"

"Hell, he's my best friend and I'm not really sure what to say." Vrenille rubs his brow with one hand and finds a free stool to perch on.

"I'm glad to see him, glad he's back, I guess in a selfish sorta way. But--" Where should he even start? He's certainly not going to try and unburden himself to Riddler. That would be an exercise in poor judgement if ever there was one. Ed, at least, would try to be slightly more empathetic, but maybe that's not even the point. On a strictly informational level, he supposes there are some things they should know.

"That's who I was talking to in that message you got from me--the one I didn't mean to send. It's something I said to Hakkyuu a couple days ago...'bout the guy he's gone 'n contracted with, actually."

Riddler gives Vrenille his proper attention. He looks him over for a moment, trying to read what Vrenille thinks or feels about this. "I see. He's got a contract. And the guy is what, possessive? Territorial? Do you need him sorted out?"

It's well intentioned at least.

Honestly, coming from Riddler, that's probably one of the most loyal and thoughtful reactions he could hope for, and it makes Vrenille smile at him with a strange sort of fondness.

"No, no nothing like that. The guy's...I dunno, maybe a bit of a trouble maker, but then so's Hakkyuu. He likes to get under people's skin, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised if he's managed to hook up with someone who'll do a bit of the same."

So no sorting out is necessary. He just wants to make sure they're all communicating--if he doesn't want Ed or Oswald to keep him in the dark, he's got to extend them the same courtesy.

"You, uh, might've seen the guy on the network not too long ago. There was a video of him...in jail for a citation he didn't pay." If Riddler's seen it, Vrenille thinks, he'll probably know right away. "It was...pretty brutal."

"I know Hakkyuu likes to get under people's skin. He talked with Ed, remember?" And Ed had reacted badly. He was still coming out of his very tightly self imposed closet at that point, waiting for someone to beat him back into it.

Riddler's expression darkens slightly before it smooths away. "I don't watch them. I like information as much as any Gothamite, but there are limits. I won't help the city humiliate and punish and uphold their depravities on us." And if refusing to watch people being tortured is all he can do... it's something he will do.

"Oh, I remember. I always reckoned you 'n him 'd get along better than him 'n Ed would anyway." Maybe now, though, it would be different. Maybe the way that Ed's come out of his shell a bit since Oswald's been here, since they've both been contracted with Vrenille--maybe all of that will make Hakkyuu a less antagonistic figure. Or at least make for a more enjoyable form of antagonism.

"And I don't blame you, really. I watched it 'cause I knew Hakkyuu was gonna be watching it. Trickle-down need to know sorta thing. Anyway, the guy's called Logan. Short like Hakkyuu, all muscle, big ole mutton chops, smokes cigars. I don't guess he's got any cause to show up here, but so you know him, just in case. Honestly, he seems like a real prick, but I'm trying to be nice for Hakkyuu's sake."

Trying. Logan is not making it easy.

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