yet you cannot live without me

[riddleman]

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[riddleman]

I have known for a long time that our partnership is fate. I didn't know that it could be of such a nature, I'll admit that. Not even I can predict everything.

[beaky]

I didn't predict it either, I just knew I wanted you. I'm glad I did get you, I wouldn't wish Arkham on my worst enemy, let alone my dearest friend.

[riddleman]

No, Arkham isn't a place that's safe for anyone. Let us not speak of it.

Have you located the calendar yet?

[beaky]

I did indeed, thank you so much for all of this. You're the best.

Hey, did you know this phone connects to wifi? How cool is that?

[riddleman]

Yes. Neat.

In my dreams, Gotham actually enters the twenty-first century.

[beaky]

Gotham is. We just do things a little differently here.

I don't really need technology.

[riddleman]

Right. Now I have an idea.

A really good idea.

[beaky]

You do?

Tell me!

[riddleman]

Sex toys.

[beaky]

...

What?

[riddleman]

What what?

[beaky]

It threw me for a second, I forgot that was even a thing.

I remember now, Fish used to hav-- never mind. Doesn't matter.

That's not a bad idea.

[riddleman]

Yes, I really don't want to know what Fish used to do with anything. Ever.

Anyway. I'd rather do things to you.

[beaky]

I realised, that was why I stopped. I'm clever like that.

Like what? Share.

[riddleman]

Remarkably clever, as always.

I wouldn't want to scare you now.

[beaky]

I don't think you could ever scare me.

Seriously, I think it's more likely I'll scare you. In fact, I did once. Remember? Post-Arkham feathering? I freaked you out so hard.

[riddleman]

Well, you were freshly brainwashed, it was quite unsettling.

This would be me talking about ways to ravage you.

[beaky]

Oh my. I think I can handle it.

By all means, don't be shy. Share.

[riddleman]

I think about you naked. I think about you spread out. I think about you driven into ecstasy.

[beaky]

I think about that kind of thing as well. I think about holding onto you as you thrust into me, the look on your face when you make me make certain noises, that cocky smug little smirk, the pride I feel when I can make you cry out too. It's hot.

[riddleman]

You can always make me cry out.

You trust me, Oswald, don't you?

[beaky]

Of course.

I trust you more than anyone.

[riddleman]

Then I will tie you up when I get home.

I pencilled it in in your calendar.

;)

[beaky]

Tie me up?

I like the sound of that, I can't lie

You old romantic :)

[riddleman]

Your personal appointments are green, because green is my colour.

I'm glad you like the sound of it. Has the thought crossed your mind before?