yet you cannot live without me

[riddleman]

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[riddleman]

It's because you think you have to "protect" me from any woman that so much as stands near me, because you're insecure, jealous and express yourself badly.

I'm pansexual, for the record, you have so many more people to kill.

[beaky]

No! She was harassing you. She kept turning up with coffee and food for you!

...You're into pans?

[riddleman]

I happen to like coffee. And food. Also, she was my secretary, that was in her fucking job description, you jealous manchild.

pansexual: not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.

[beaky]

No, secretaries just do filing and answering phones and stuff. She was SEDUCING you. With coffee and muffins.

Oh. Okay. Wait.

Why do you even still like girls? I mean. Ew.

[riddleman]

I sent her OUT to bring me coffee and muffins. How will I get coffee and muffins now?

Because I care about people's minds, their selves, and then I find myself attracted to them. Not sure what it is in your case right now. What's your deal, scared of girl cooties?

[beaky]

Oh. My mistake. It's okay though, I hired you someone new. His name his flint, he has sixty years of office experience and with his new hip, he can get across town to pick up your daily snacks in no time at all.

No, I like women too. They're very beautiful. With their lips. And breasts. And I'm very into it. Shut up.

[riddleman]

Oh, excellent. Nothing turns me on like a fake hip, they really know how to get things moving.

Yeah? I can get you a woman, Mr Cobblepot, no trouble at all. Then you can caress her breasts.

[beaky]

You're being very childish right now.

I want you, no one else. I'm in no rush to caress anyone but you.

[riddleman]

I simply fight fire with fire.

Apparently you don't trust me to be faithful, so why should I bother?

[beaky]

Flint is married. So HA!

What? No! I do! I was just protecting you from her female ways.

[riddleman]

So? Threesomes with elderly couples, what a wild ride.

I happen to enjoy female ways.

[beaky]

They're in their eighties!

Well, I want to keep you safe. And women are dangerous, Edward.

[riddleman]

Yum.

You are getting on my nerves, Oswald.

[beaky]

Why?

I did nothing wrong!

[riddleman]

Fine, be that way.

I'll be home let, just fyi.

[beaky]

You're mad at me.

Why? What do you want from me?

[riddleman]

Nothing.

I'm just having coffee, since no one brought me any.

[beaky]

I can bring you some in future if you like. And a muffin.

You don't need her.

[riddleman]

Well. She's dead, so unless some court of whatever bird is in this season or whoever is currently mucking underneath Arkham would be kind enough to get her back in some fashion, I'm shit out of luck anyway.

[beaky]

I hired you someone else and I promise I won't kill your assistant again.

I just want to make sure you're safe and you're with me.

[riddleman]

So will you admit to being jealous, little bird?

[beaky]

No.

I wasn't jealous. I was concerned and worried and a little anxious.

[riddleman]

"Fair enough. Sit down and tell me what had you anxious."

Yes, Edward had just entered the mansion, Oswald's room and his personal space solely to have a good entrance for that line. he did like setting the scene and so he pushed Oswald into his desk chair, choosing to lean against the desk himself, legs crossed.

"Tell me."

[beaky]

Of course he made an entrance, he always had to make an entrance. Whatever. Oswald refused to be back down by Edward, he felt what he'd done was right. Stopping some painted lady from stealing his Edward. He had no idea when he started thinking like his mother but she was a saint who did no wrong and therefore, she was right. And so was he. Totally justified.

"I believe I said a 'little' anxious and I was simply a little anxious because she was all over you and flirting so clearly with you. And no one knows you're taken or mine because we can't tell anyone."

He had to lay his claim other ways.

[riddleman]

"So you thought that, what, I'd forget all about you merely because she looked better in a short skirt?" Edward frowned and looked down at Oswald, considering for a moment. "That's a hypothesis, I must admit that I don't actually know what you'd look like in a short skirt, but I doubt you'd be inclined to try."

For someone who dressed like a Hot Topic Goth collection reject, Oswald had a strange way of being conservative about his style.

"So it's about that again. You want to tell the world, you want everyone to know, you don't care how utterly idiotic that would be, because sentiment and romance trumps all."