You should save your money... [Summer]

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He stood in front of the entrance of Gotham City Bank wearing his full bright green suit, bowler cap, with his bright gold question mark cane. He had sent the simple riddle to the GCPD earlier that week. Did he expect the idiots at the station to figure it out? No, that would require them to know basic math and code. He adjusted his purple question mark tie before he threw open the doors.

“Good morning naïve average minded citizens of Gotham, this would be a bank robbery,” he smirked.

It had been some time since he had held up a bank. It used to be one of his favorite past times. Breaking the security system and earning thousands of dollars in a blink of an eye. Entertaining and challenging, but over the years his plans had become larger and larger. He still enjoyed a bank robbery when he was tight on cash, but the reason behind the current action was something on a much larger scale. He didn’t need the money. No, he needed a particular piece of information that was worth far more than money.

Gotham citizens were unusual compared to citizens in other cities. They were used to the costume criminals busting in and interrupting their days. A few tourists screamed in horror, but the rest of the citizens merely froze. The security guard reached for his gun, and Edward just lifted his cane and tapped the man in the chest. His entire body shook as an electrical shock went through him, causing the guard to hit the ground with a thud.

“No reason for anything dramatic,” he said offhandedly as he brushed off his suit. Allen walked behind him with a large gun in his hand. “If the big brute behind me doesn’t intimidate you, I will inform you that I have access to the security cameras. In other words, I have a picture of your face, and it would only take me moments to determine your identity and what you love most. A heroic act is a moral and respectable action, but after the action is completed, I will find you….Riddle me this, what happens to idiots who do me wrong?” His brow rose as if daring anyone to answer him.

A mother pulled her son close to her as Edward walked forward. It was too easy sometimes. Way too easy. Edward smirked and moved towards the cashiers.

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Finally, Summer had a day to indulge in whatever she wanted to do. It was rare that she actually took a day for herself; allowing most of whatever time she had in the day to revolve around her constant career. However, the much needed me-time had quickly caught up with her. After her morning show she decided she wasn’t going to stick around and make preparations for the days following, or was she going to engage in any impulsive leads that she had been digging up over the past few days. For once, she was going to put herself first. After giving her apartment some much needed attention, and restocking her desperately empty refrigerator with some fresh market goods, there was only one final stop on her list of things to do before she headed over to a friend’s house for a refreshing glass of wine and some much-needed catching up.

Of course the line at the bank was gruelingly long. Summer still waited patiently, taking the opportunity to send several quick texts from her phone and reapply her lip-gloss. A younger boy recognized her from her show and pushed away from his mother to run up to the redhead. The well-known reporter was flattered by her newfound fan and even took a picture with him before he and his mother retreated back to their spot in line. It was not unusual that she was recognized on the streets; after all, Gotham Live was basically the source everyone turned too for current news. Always one for the attention, Summer often would amuse her fans by signing an autograph or taking a picture; she just wished that today’s casual outfit of choice might have been a little less revealing.

The sheer, polka-dot top cut off at her midriff, exposing her flat stomach and porcelain skin. After her recent and uncomfortable incident with the Joker, she insisted on wearing looser clothing than usual until the unwanted brand could heal. Her flowly, pale pink skirt reached the ground, forcing the petite redhead to wear heels to prevent tripping over the length of the material.

Heads turned as the front doors flew open, a less reputable character that Summer was all too familiar with standing in the entrance: the Riddler. The room resorted to absolute chaos after his statement, causing the redheads eyes to widen. She hurried towards the counter, where the teller was frozen with fear. Appearing as though he could only be several years older than herself, Summer still spoke as if he were a child “I need you to press that lovely little button under the counter now to inform the police. Just do that for me and this will be over in no time. And for the record I am going to need all the security camera footage of this for my television show - assuming we make it out of here alive.” She attempted reassuringly. “I-It’s not behind the counter.” He replied shakily, pointing toward a concealed button on the opposite wall. Whoever had decided on the layout of this bank was a complete idiot.

It was sad that she was surprisingly calm in such a situation; then again, this did seem to be a norm for Gotham. No one seemed to be making the move toward the device on the wall, so Summer decided to be the one to break the mold. Determined, she hurried over towards the alarm’s destination.

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Everyone appeared to understand what he had said. After all, he had made it perfectly clear what the rules would be for this simple occurrence. If they listened, he would only take up twenty minutes of their time, and they could go back to their unimportant dull lives. If they didn’t…they might not have a life to go back. Yes, it was simple. No one could be that stupid.

Oh wait…

He watched as a red head awkwardly ran in heels across the bank. Each click of her heel, painfully echoed in the building, like another reminder of how stupid her actions were. It would have been humorous the way she looked like moments away from tripping over her skirt, if the action itself wasn’t so insulting to him personally. He tilted his head, his eyes merely watching her as she ran to the security button. He didn’t run after her or chase her down. He watched, like a father watching a kid run after squirrels. You find it somewhat adorable how they desperately think they might catch it.

He didn’t move until she had pressed the button.

“Do you feel better, dear?” he asked, as he walked towards her. The other people in the bank, started to cover under desk or press themselves against the wall. As he walked towards her, he took in her features. Oh great, he had walked into a bank that had press in it. He wanted the incident to catch news, but now, it would likely be a headline. He walked close enough to her where she was trapped between him and the wall. “Miss Gleeson, I don’t know whether to be insulted because you didn’t listen to me or insulted because you actually think I would walk into a bank without shutting off the entire security system before I stepped inside?” he frowned at her, obviously not pleased. She could press the button all she wanted, but no alarm would be sent out to the lazy cops at the GCPD. If they couldn’t figure out his riddle, they didn’t deserve to be here.

“You’ve left me in a difficult situation,” he stated, as his hand waved to the others in the bank, “Everyone else followed orders, and now, you have required me to prove that I wasn’t lying.” He pulled out his gun and tapped it to his chin. “Hmm, I can’t be a liar,” he smirked, “How would you suggest I solve this? I would hate to shoot such a pretty face.”

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Reaching to press the button, a smile of relief broke across her pretty face once she had done so. Whirling around to notice the entire room was now focused on her, she had hoped that the individual panic alone might be enough to distract him from the loud clicking of her designer shoes against the marble, though that hadn’t been the case. His eyes were locked on her, and at this point she chose to do what seemed to be the normality and freeze where she was standing. “A little…” She answered, though her confidence wavered. There were no sounds of sirens or anything that resembled a lock-down. For something that was considered to be such a high-protected facility the Riddler seemed to make the security system out to be a child’s toy.

She swallowed as he approached her, not bothering to move from her spot other than to back away until she was pressed against the wall. It didn’t stop him from closing in on her, getting uncomfortably close and trapping her. His words stabbed her like a knife when she realized that the police were not coming. In fact, they probably were oblivious to the fact that he was even here and attempting – well succeeding – in robbing the bank in the first place. She didn’t want to resort to any forms of begging, but there were still a great deal of excuses at the tip of her tongue that she was more than willing to try out first. “Oh- don’t be insulted. I’ve never been known to listen well.” She started nervously, eyeing the arrival of his gun.

Needless to say, she didn’t want to be shot. Her heart was pounding so fast that she was convinced that he could feel it with the limited space between them. He towered over her, making her feel even smaller than she already was. Clearly her throat nervously, she away from the intimidating gun in his clutches to meet his gaze. “If it’s any consolation, you are not too bad looking yourself.” She attempted at first before continuing “Well technically, you never said ‘nobody move’ I’ve been in quite a few of these situations and I know you’d think I would know the drill by now, but you just said not to do anything dramatic – which I am not exactly. So, you don’t have to shoot me after all because I simply misinterpreted things.”

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Being the perfect genius that Edward Nigma was, he had a talent of reading each subtle sign in body language, to the slight of the lip to the fidget of the finger. He could read people easily, and even if he couldn’t, it was easy for anyone to see that the girl was terrified. The way her breathing escalated and her body pressed away from him. He was prepared to hear stuttering or see tears followed with begging, but he was pleasantly surprised to find a small ounce of wit in this dim-witted girl.

His eyes widened for the briefest of moments, before he found himself chuckling. He couldn’t even contain the smile that spread across his lips. He couldn’t even quite place why he found it so funny. He actually ended up bringing his hand to his face, covering his mouth as he tried to contain his laughter. She was just such an idiot, but it wasn’t in that annoying stupid way, no, it was almost adorable.

Allen grunted behind him. He could feel the man giving him a strange look at his back, as he kept his AK-47 pointed at the crowd.

Edward sucked in a deep breath, getting ahold of himself. He adjusted his tie before he turned his focus back on the girl. He tapped her head, “I do wonder what’s going on up there,” he smirked, “But I suppose you make a good point. However, I would consider the antic, an act of ‘heroism.’ Do you want to be a hero, Miss Gleeson? Black leather would look nice on you, but I don’t think you could pull off a Batmask. It’s also not nearly as fun as what I do.”

He couldn’t quite place why he did what he did next. Since he had come back from Africa, he had felt this weight pushing him forward. A goal that he needed to reach and he needed to reach it quickly. He had been so serious and so focus that he hadn’t realized that he wasn’t quite enjoying himself as he once used to.

He took her hand and yanked her to follow him to the cashier. “I hope you’re simple mind can keep up, dear,” he smirked, as he dragged the girl along.

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Though he was patronizing her, she prevented herself from spewing out any snide comments, fully aware that he was well erupt with a gun and was fully aware of how to use it. She would let him get away with it for now, but if she managed to get out of this situation unharmed she could bath him in a negative light with the power of press. When he informed her that he point was somewhat valid, her mind eased slightly as she looked up at him, prepared for what he was going to say next.

Did she want to be a hero? The answer was a simple no; never. Not only was she incapable of doing so, but she didn’t have any means of obtaining the skills, weaponry and time. Though she blushed faintly at his leather comment, she had to admit to herself that he was right, though in no time soon did she plan on parading around in it and planning to roam the streets of Gotham fighting crime when she had such a convenient and comfortable position in it all already that didn’t require skin-tight costumes. “No- I don’t. I’m content with what I do for a living now…” She answered quickly, shaking her head.

It was pointless to argue with him at this point. While she didn’t agree with him whatsoever about his position, she shut her mouth the second she went to protest. Always being a very compliant member of society, Summer had never gone to the efforts to break any laws – well, other than trespassing, in fact she very frequently went out of the way to do so for the sake of a story.

As he reached for her hand and forcefully pulled her with him, there wasn’t much that she could do to object. His comment, however, caused her innocent expression to grow dark for a moment as she attempted to pull herself free from his grasp. “Ohh- What are you doing?” She asked curiously as he dragged her unceremoniously up to the counter. His strength greatly rivaled his, though that didn’t stop her from resisting. She would show him simple. Her heart raced and there was an undeniable excitement as she was whisked away toward the series of clerks that waited in their familiar positions, terrified.


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“For now,” he said causally, as he pulled her along. People are only content because they are unaware of the possibilities surrounding them. Edward had lived within the frame of the law for years, but all he had learned was the stupid people were protected by the law and the intelligent were punished. He considered it a terrible system, and once he broke passed it, his life held far more importance.

As he moved, he could feel her struggling and pulling against him. He had more strength than her, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed using it to force someone to do something. He wasn’t a common brute. He gave a frustrated sigh, before turning around and jerking her body close to his. “I do wish you’d stop acting like I am taking you to a back alley to rape you,” he held her hand up in the air, forcing her body to tilt upwards, and her eyes to meet his. “That’s not my forte. Beautiful women come to me.” He kept his eyes locked to her, making sure she understood before a smirk pulled on his lips.

She certainly was beautiful.

He pulled back from her and continued in the direction of the cashiers. He brought her through the door to get behind the cashiers desk. As he opened it with no difficulties, all the cashiers started to back away from their desks, but Edward wasn’t interested in that. “I’m going to show you something that you will likely never see again,” he glanced at her, giving her one of his rare genuine smiles before letting go of her hand. He went to a key pad next to the giant safe. He took the key pad apart and connected his phone to it. It took him a few seconds, but then there was a loud click. He pulled out his phone went to the safe, with a quick swish of his wrist he undid the lash and the safe door came open.

He waved the red head over to see the large pile of hundred dollar bills that sat in the center of the safe. There was at least half a million, possibly more sitting in the safe. Edward did enjoy cash, but the truth of bank heist these days was that there was far more money on the online system in banks. So many bank accounts, so many easy codes to break. He wasn’t interested in the cash, but he was curious to how the girl would react.

“Would you be interested in a dip in a pool of green?” he smirked.

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“N-no really, I promise, I’m fine really. “ Summer was more than content with her cozy little job at Gotham Live. It allowed her to attend lovely events and present herself as a well-known socialite amongst the rest of Gotham’s elite. Her job had provided her more experiences this past year to satisfy someone for an entire lifetime. Whatever he had in mind, she was incredibly weary about going anywhere with him, though her struggling was short lived when he came to a complete stop. With a slight gasp of surprise, he whirled around and pulled her close to him. Her wide eyes practically doubled in size as he spoke. “You just threatened to kill me a matter of minutes ago; I don’t think rape is really what concerns me at the moment.” She managed somewhat quietly, a red tint on her cheeks.

Her eyes fixated on his, she couldn’t help but notice how confident he seemed to be, while her expression was simply laced with fear. She wished she could be more like that, walk into a bank with the intention to deplete all of its funds and have no worry whatsoever. Summer would not even get to the point where she initiated the plan before backing out entirely and thinking the idea was silly. Always a good, law-abiding citizen (well, mostly) she marveled at his –well, ambition. Though fixated on his face, his physique wasn’t exactly unnoticed either. She understood why he came across so cocky and knew she had similar tendencies herself in more comfortable situations. Their bodies aligned a little too perfectly until he pulled away from her.

Pulling her down a corridor that led to a heavily secured door, he released her suddenly and began to focus his attention on a keypad. She debated running away, but her curiosity was piqued. Even then, where would she go? Her attempts would be fruitless and land her back on his bad side, which didn’t seem to be the case as of this very moment. Nervously folding her arms across her chest, she watched as he began to work with ease. After a matter of moments, the door swung open and revealed the contents. She followed him obediently and though she was aware of what would be inside, he was right by saying that she had never seen anything like it.

The room itself had a green tinge too it from the massive piles of money that remained inside. Her mouth fell open slightly as she eyes scanned the room from the doorway. It was impossible to hide the look of shock from her pretty face as the room before her, taking her away from the reality of the situation for a moment. “I-“ She began, turning her attention to the man that had led her here. “No, it’s not mine or yours for that matter. It just…wouldn’t feel right. We shouldn't even be here...” But it would feel good.

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“I didn’t threaten you, I merely was stating observations,” he remarked as if it were obvious. Edward liked to consider himself a well-mannered gentlemen. He didn’t bully people into submission like his classmates did to him during his school years. He stated facts, and let the simple minded people around him jump to the drastic conclusions they might jump to. He suspected that it was similar to how god felt when he gave the bible to mankind and sat back and watched them destroy themselves over their own interpretations.

His eyes watched the woman next to his take in the view from inside the vault, a slow smirk spreading on his face as her subtle queues gave way to amazement. He watched the slight drop of her lip to the widening of her eyes, as she stared the amount of money like chocolate fondue fountain. He chuckled as she turned to him still trying to hide her emotions on her face with a mask of determination. Her words were the usual words from those who felt the need to abide by the law, but he had already seen her excitement. He couldn’t be easily fooled. He knew what she wanted.

“Ah, and here I thought you were an investigative reporter?” he taunted, as he took her hand and lead her to the pile of cash. “Don’t you want to understand why we unbearable criminals do what we do?” he asked as they came to the edge of the cash. He slowly brought her hand back to her side as he moved behind her, his chest pressing closely to her back, as he whispered against her ear, “Besides, it is mine now.”

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Summer ‘s look was briefly masked in confusion at his statement. Wasn’t he informing her that she need to provide him with reasoning’s why he shouldn’t shoot her pretty face only a matter of minutes ago? She didn’t argue at this point, fully aware that I he still had that gun on his person. However, for some reason she was somewhat confident that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Instead, he was going out of the way to show her a whole new world; but despite the splendors she would not let herself be tempted. Taking this money wasn’t right and her conscience reassured her that every moment that passed.

“ I am – but assisting bank robberies isn’t in my job description.” She allowed him to take her hand, leading her toward the massive mountains of stacked money that sat helplessly before them. “It’s because you don’t care. You just take whatever you want and you don’t care who you effect in the process. This money doesn’t belong to you” She attempted fiercely, though her wide green eyes were not looking at him, but the sight before them. Though she was easily manipulated, she wasn’t going to let this tempt her.

Once they reached the edge of the money, she moved to take a step back, but only found his muscular frame pressed against hers. He whispered into her ear, his warm breath making quick contact with her skin and causing goosebumps to race across every inch of her exposed skin. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing, but she didn’t attempt to pull away. Despite how intriguing he seemed at the moment, he did frighten her. She tried to ignore the closeness, but couldn’t. Finally, she cleared her throat timidly, turning around to face him with her eyes pleading. “No, it’s not though. You shouldn’t do this. No one needs that amount of money – and it’s really not yours to to-“

Trapped between him and the knee-high pile of money, Summer only meant to shift nervously and ended up losing her balance entirely. Cutting off her retort in mid-sentence, she went to reach out in attempt to hold onto something to prevent falling into the massive pile of money behind her. Of course, the only thing she had to grab onto was the Riddler himself. She reached out desperately attempting to avoid the fall.

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He had heard this arguments before from the media or any law abiding citizen he came across, but at the end of the day it was merely hypocritical nonsense that a person tells them self as an excuse for their ordinary and dull life. Besides, it wasn’t his fault that the city had hired incompetent law enforcement. He had given the GCPD all the tools needed to not only prevent his from being here, but to capture him and throw him back in that small cell in Arkham. He wasn’t to blame for their stupidity, and like most things in capitalism, he merely was investing on the opportunity.

“Let’s phrase it differently, you are walking down the sidewalk and come across a hundred dollar bill?” he commented causally, because as far as he was concern this was the exact same situation, money that was left abandoned because people were too stupid to keep a hold of it.

His eyes fell to her features as she turned to face him. She was quite pretty for a nosy agent of the press, and based on her awkward throat clearing, he certainly knew she found him intriguing. He couldn’t say that was surprising, most women did. He smirked, and was about to continue with his antidote, when he noticed her catch her heel and her body tipping backwards. She was like a child grasping at straws. He easily caught her wrist, keeping her a few inches away from the pile of cash beneath her.

His eyes looked down at her. He didn’t know why she was so amusing. She definitely wasn’t trying to be funny, but he found himself smiling again. As he took in her flustered look, an evil glint caught his eye, and his smile turned into his usual smirk. Without warning, he let go of her wrist, allowing her to fall into the cash.

He chuckled, “You also should be aware, that I am not planning on taking this money. Lugging bags of that into my luxury car would only hurt my back and would never fit. No there are much easier ways to accomplish a bank robbery.” Normally, he didn’t even come into the vault. He just needed a computer at the cashier’s desk to accomplish a large fund withdrawal. He was after something far more important than income.

He moved to the safety deposit boxes. “Are you having fun, dear?”

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Summer averted eye contact suddenly, looking down at the floor. “That’s not the same thing. You are intentionally trying to take the banks money. It’s accidental when you find something on the streets.” She answered quietly. Though she understood his point, even though it wasn’t technically considered a crime for the unattended money, he did happen to come across a similar situation on a much larger scale. She wasn’t sure how to defend her statement and she wasn’t quite sure how she was going to when he no doubt called her out on it. He made her feel foolish and vulnerable; two emotions that rarely empowered the stuck-up redhead. This raw version of Summer wasn’t something that she was used too, at the same time, she was completely fascinated with this peek into a life of crime that was appearing to be more and more glamorous by the second.

A small squeal peeled from her lips, ending abruptly as she was easily caught. Looking to him, she expected him to pull her up, afraid to reach up what and cling to his expensive looking suit. She was unsure what to say, though a ‘thank you’ managed to leave her pink lips followed by a genuine smile. The words had barely left her lips when he released her, causing her to fall into the massive stacks of money beneath her. Falling into a pile of money was not as pleasant as everyone made it seem, in fact it was actually somewhat painful. The money was arranged in equal, knee-high stacks and did not catch her fall. “Why did you do that?” Her cheeks red as she got to her feet, incredibly flustered.

Taking the opportunity to smooth her long, red sheet of hair and smooth her clothing. “But- then why did you take me here?” She asked innocently, looking around the vault once more. While she had never actually taken any part of a bank robbery, it was curious to see what went on from this side of crime. As a child she had always imagined a bank robbery as several large men adorned in black, carrying out massive bags dripping with money as they held everyone in the bank at gun point. While she had been half-right as a child, she was certainly learning a great deal this unexpected afternoon.

In all honesty, Summer was not sure what she was having. A mix of emotions raced through her pretty little head. While her nerves were surprisingly were settling, she was unsure of what his intentions were. “It’s certainly a very different experience. Is there anything else you have in store for me that I should be aware of?”

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notes: sorry, not my best <3 I will make it up to you next time!

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Edward went to the deposit box he was looking for, pulling out his lock pick. He quickly unlocked the box and pulled it open. Inside the box were multiple files, a gun, and a jewelry box. The files for why he was truly come here, after all, Luthor had not been as forth coming to his plan as he had wanted him to do, and if he was going to succeed he needed to have his finger prints all over it. Of course, he would not be advertising this fact to the press that was in the room on the pile of money.

He folded the files and slid them into his inside jacket pocket before taking the jewelry box out and closing the deposit box. She certainly had a lot of questions, but Edward always did have fondness for questions. “I thought you wanted to dip, and your conscious was stopping you. I was nice enough to help you with that dilemma,” he commented as he moved towards her. It was awfully nice of him. Now, she could blame him on her fingerprints being on the money instead of her own desire to play in it.

He kept the box behind his back as he walked towards her, bringing his body close to her own, as if it was normal for him to be invading her personal space. “Have you considered that I brought you down to give you this?” he said, bringing the box between them, opening it to reveal a gorgeous large diamond necklace that was probably worth three times her yearly salary.

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Summer watched him carefully as he retreated toward a deposit box. Picking the lock with ease, she blinked in surprise at how simple he made it look. If she were to try and attempt the same thing it would take her hours and several instructional Youtube videos in hopes of getting a similar effect. As he stuffed something into the jacket of his suit, her eyes grew wide. He seemed to enjoy this little show and tell session with the naïve redhead, so the fact that he was attempting to keep something from her eyes only made Summer want it more. The young reporter desired to see what he had hidden behind his expensive suit, and was determined to discover it.

After adjusting herself, the red on her cheeks eventually faded as he began to move towards her once more. He quickly closed the gap between them, but this time Summer didn’t bother to back away from. “It looks much more comfortable in the movies,” She admitted as a smile crept across her pretty face. “What’s behind your back?” The redhead asked, attempting to curiously peak behind him in order to discover for herself. In hopes to obtain whatever files he had stowed away, she was going to act oblivious to the fact that he had even done so.

“Either you are just a really close talker or I can only assume that you like invading my personal space, I don’t mind either way.” She managed, attempting to seem as innocent as possible as he started toward her. He frightened her, but she almost liked it. Her eyes widened as he pulled out a diamond necklace unlike any that she had seen up close. It resembled something she had admired in the windows of jewelry stores, but knew she would never obtain unless she married incredibly wealthy or went on a shopping spree with her Gotham Live credit card.

Jaw dropped; there was no masking the surprise that was obviously displayed on her pretty face at the arrival of the necklace before her. “Is that- is that yours?” She asked, admiring it with her eyes. “I just, I don’t understand…why are you doing this?” Needless to say, this was shaping up to be the most interesting hostage situation that greatly varied from the previous scenarios that she had played in her head.

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The girl had a false sense of confidence that reminded him of stray kitten pretending to be a tiger. It roared loudly, but swatted with soft unthreatening paws. His eyes stayed locked on her features, taking note to the subtle signs of body language. There was something more forced on face, as if she was faking something to hide her true intentions. He couldn’t quite place it but found it curious that she believed he could be so easily persuaded by an act. “Hollywood does like to manipulate the minds of naïve,” he smirked, his words becoming softer as if sharing a secret as he insulted her.

He enjoyed toying with women, watching as their breathing escalated and flush came to their face. He enjoyed that a few simple actions could woe any woman into his fingers. A riddle solved with a few whispered words here and a few soft touches there. If Edward were to dive more deep into his psyche like the crazy doctors in Arkham always attempted, he would realize that his womanizer attribute came from a bad relationship with his mother and the rejection from female peers in high school. To Edward though, flirting was something fun that could entertain him during the dull moments of routine and mediocrity.

“Why wouldn’t I enjoy being near a beautiful young woman?” he asked, moving so close that if she were to tilt her chin, just slightly her lips might barely graze his.

The moment her face turned to excitement, he faltered. He hadn’t seen that amount of happiness in a long time. She was so excited, it almost made him feel proud to be cause of it. But what girl didn’t like diamonds? He smiled, chuckling softly, as he took the diamond necklace, gently turned her around, pressing himself against her back. His finger grazed across her exposed collar bone, as he brought the necklace up and around her neck. He slowly clicked the clasp into place, letting it land softly on her skin.

“It’s yours now,” he smirked, and then finally pulled away, “Be sure to tell everyone how amazingly charming I am when you mention me.” He chuckled and then headed out of the vault to get onto the one of the teller’s computer.