Going for another sip of wine, he easily misses Ed's sleight of hand trick, misses that a knife's gone missing from a table he's been staring at for the past hour, tensing slightly at Ed's touch. A gesture that he recognizes, after a moment too long, was meant to reassure him. He offers it a pained, flickery smile and looks to his hands, watching them clench and unclench and not understanding how he could have an entire city all but eating out of his palm but feel so small, so weak at the middle, in the presence of just one man. But the only man who had done what he could to fix him, to patch up the hole his sick little soul was leaking out of when he had been on the verge of giving up on himself, on his dreams. On a life in or outside of Gotham.

"Ed--" He sucks in a breath through a creeping tightness in his chest. "There is... something you should know."