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Caroline spends several days after the bank robbery holed up in her hotel room. She is both relieved to have gotten away unscathed and a bundle of nerves. She sassed a goddamn supercriminal. More than once. But she's here to tell the tale and maybe someday laugh about it.

So now here she is, venturing forth in search of wifi. She needs to plan the next leg of her trip, because she sure as hell isn't settling in Gotham. She finds a little coffee shop next to a park and ducks inside. She acquires an iced coffee and the password to the wifi. She heads back out into the fairly nice weather and settles on the nearest park bench to see if... oh, not quite.

She ends up curled up under a nice shade tree eventually. She contentedly sips at her coffee and makes good use of her bar and a half of wifi, scribbling down information in a little notebook she brought with her.

It's a good day after all. She hums a little.

on 2013-07-30 03:11 pm (UTC)
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Eddie's in good spirits today. It's the sort of good mood that can only be created by not only winning in a game of wits, but winning and getting away with a rather sizeable sum of money in the process. He's already planning the second heist. A bigger bank, a better payout... and a bigger risk of capture by the Bat. But that's the fun, isn't it? That's the challenge.

He's taken the day off to mostly wander around this little suburban hamlet and take in the weather. Not as unreasonably hot as the days that preceded it, but still rather toasty. He acquires coffee and a bagel from a nearby cafe, and sets about strolling through a park. The bagel is rather unfortunate in quality, so he goes about tearing small chunks off of it and tossing them to birds as he goes. He's hoping to find something in this park other than the flying rats, maybe. He's got an eye out for more than just birds, of course. One never knows when the police or some costumed crimefighter will ruin one's fun.

He's fairly certain the old couple jogging and the redhead under the tree aren't undercover cops, however.

Wait. Redhead under the tree.

He has to actually pause and retrace his steps but, yes, he gets a good look at her. The puzzle-solver. He forces his expression from the mischievous grin it had automatically become to something friendlier and saner, and ambles right up to her.

"Afternoon, miss. Nice weather we're having."

on 2013-07-30 03:30 pm (UTC)
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Eddie has a perfectly good follow up in mind. What actually comes out of his mouth, though, is a different matter entirely. "Is this tree taken?" Nailed it.

And then it actually hits him what he said. He looks at her blankly for a minute then sighs, plopping down on the ground in the tree's shade whether she says yes or not. He's the Prince of Puzzles. He's taken on the Batman. He can't deliver an icebreaker to save his life. He does what he wants.

on 2013-07-30 03:40 pm (UTC)
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Eddie snorts at the laughter and tosses a few bits of bagel to the always-nearby pigeons. Why couldn't there be ducks? He likes ducks better. But not geese, never geese, those assholes. "I would hope so. I'd hate to be arrested for trespassing."

He's certain she's recognized him but he's hardly going to just go and say something about the whole bank robbery she was a hostage in. Even he's not that awkward.

on 2013-07-30 03:51 pm (UTC)
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Rest assured, he does have a gun on him. Eddie would just rather not at the moment. It's a nice day and he doesn't want to completely blow his chance at a second heist after the first went so smoothly.

"I see you continue to be wrong, miss." Eddie stops with the birds and sips his coffee in what he can only hope is a non-awkward manner. It will be legitimately the only non-awkward thing occurring under this tree at the moment. "I didn't drop anything."
Edited on 2013-07-30 03:51 pm (UTC)

on 2013-07-30 04:08 pm (UTC)
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"That joke is bad enough it might actually be illegal." Still, Eddie's laughing. That was bad enough he could have come up with it, and that's saying something.

He will give her many points for having a sense of humor as legitimately awful as his is, that's for sure.

on 2013-07-30 04:58 pm (UTC)
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Most people would have probably groaned aloud at that one. Fortunately (maybe?), Eddie Nygma is not most people. He just puns right back. "Well, what you seize is what you get, I suppose."

Ok that was especially terrible. He's not even sorry.
Edited on 2013-07-30 04:59 pm (UTC)

on 2013-07-30 05:14 pm (UTC)
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Eddie is so deeply amused that he can't quite deal with it. Everything is atrocious jokes and it's wonderful. "Of course it is. And a clean crook always makes a stainless steal."

He's not laughing but that's because he's trying really, really hard not to. His shoulders even shake a little bit from the contained laughter.
Edited on 2013-07-30 05:15 pm (UTC)

on 2013-07-30 05:35 pm (UTC)
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Eddie bursts out laughing briefly, then coughs and forces himself quiet again. This is ridiculous so he's got to keep a straight face, obviously. "He might've been the same one who robbed a blood bank. Allegedly, he was caught red-handed."

on 2013-07-30 05:47 pm (UTC)
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Eddie has to muffle himself with the back of his hand at that. Good lord. Once he's composed himself he's got another one for her. "I knew a drycleaner that was indicted for money laundering. They're still ironing out a deal."

on 2013-07-30 06:04 pm (UTC)
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Eddie winces and snorts at that punchline. "Not bad, miss. But why can't costumed criminals have flutes?" He tilts his head and regards her with the utmost seriousness. "Because the terrorists woodwind."

on 2013-07-30 06:13 pm (UTC)
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Eddie's struggling valiantly to keep his shit together still. He's not near out of puns yet, not even remotely. "Did you hear about the bivalve they called in to interrogate for that big murder investigation?"

He lets his voice drop down to a quiet, conspiratorial tone. "Apparently, he's clammed up."

on 2013-07-30 08:13 pm (UTC)
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Eddie finally gives up on the bagel entirely, chucking it off into the distance before sprawling back onto the grass. The remaining coffee goes on the ground next to his leg where it's immediately forgotten.

He stares up at the branches, laughing. He'll think up another pun. He's always got more puns.

Which doesn't take all that long, unsurprisingly. "Did you hear about all the stolen lamp shades?" He arches a brow in Caroline's general direction. "The polite weren't able to shed any light on a suspect."

on 2013-07-30 08:34 pm (UTC)
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It's one of those moments where he's fairly sure he looks like a relatively unremarkable if awkward guy. Not a super villian out of costume, or the kind of person that has several weapons on them and is technically evading the law at the moment, or that he would take this clever woman hostage again without blinking. But he supposes he never really looks like that outside of his green suits. When he's not the Riddler, he's just Eddie Nygma, and Eddie Nygma isn't all that impressive.

With the exception of his impressively awful puns. "That's not as bad as theoptical scientist who stole his colleague's bifocals was sentenced to three years in a state prism."

on 2013-07-30 09:13 pm (UTC)
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The worse the pun, the prouder Eddie is of it. State prism might be one of his best/worst yet today.

Medium at large, though. The innocent act gets a skeptical laugh and a very raised brow. He's on to you, miss. You're enjoying this whatever it is despite knowing his villainous persona; that innocence is about as real as 3 dollar bill.

"Most prisoners' favorite punctuation mark is the period," he replies sagely. "It marks the end of their sentence."

on 2013-07-31 12:02 am (UTC)
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"From what I understand they also tried to keep a locksmith in prison, but the nut bolted."

The pouting gets a very impish sort of grin from the off-the-clock supervillian. Pouting at him. Oh, my. What an interesting day it is. He chuckles at it, and it's nice to do so because he's legitimately amused by someone and not sadly amused because they're dull. "I don't believe I ever caught your name, miss...?"
Edited on 2013-07-31 12:04 am (UTC)

on 2013-07-31 12:32 am (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] confound
Ok, that was another actually bad one. His response might be even worse. "Word is, a basketball player and a jockey just robbed a bank. Police are looking high and low."

Eddie chuckles again. "No, not really. It's just a rare day I come across someone with an appreciation for the artform." The artform in question being ludicrously bad puns, of course.

He pushes himself up on an elbow and offers a hand to shake, smiling in what he hopes is a very nonthreatening manner that mostly comes across as vaguely troublemaking. Go on, he doesn't bite. And all his weapons are hidden still, besides. "Eddie. And that is a lovely name, Caroline."
Edited on 2013-07-31 02:35 am (UTC)

on 2013-08-01 12:40 am (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] confound
Eddie feigns a theatrically appalled face for a moment. "Yes, I would certainly say so."

He'd certainly like to continue the conversation and encounter... somehow, though honestly conversation is not his forte. Unfortunately for him, it's about then that he hears the telltale sound of police sirens. Not the insistent cacophony of a police cruiser that's on a specific trail, thankfully; it's that odd sort of abbreviated whoop whoop that mostly lets you know one's there.

"Ahhh... It was very nice seeing you again under less... illegal circumstances but I do believe that's my signal to make myself scarce. Lest I be caught and punished, you understand." He stands carefully, dusting the grass from his clothes. He'd tip his hat to her but... he's not actually wearing one. He settles on a nod, instead. "Goodbye for now, Caroline."

He takes his coffee, or what's left of it, and just casually strolls away across the park. He's got a second heist to plan and he'd rather not deal with Gotham PD today.

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