TFLN in Gotham

[plotarmored]

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[beaky]

I'm so billing you.

I can't believe that in a month, you managed to spend a quarter of my father's fortune. You need better money management.

[riddleman]

I wasn't exactly trying to be frugal and I needed to update my wardrobe and decor. I also robbed several banks. Self-discovery is expensive.

[beaky]

I heard the sirens bitching about your decor once.

Can't believe finding yourself required bright green suit and a disco ball.

[riddleman]

You know. you wouldn't think a disco ball would help, but it really helped me focus.

Next time I should also get a lava lamp.

[beaky]

You can pay for it your own damn self.

Does that run down Narrows hellhole even have an outlet socket?

[riddleman]

We even finally have a working fridge, ha!

I mean. Yes. Of course. Always.

[beaky]

Aww, only just? Well, congrats on getting the basics.

I bet it'll be stole from you in a week.

[riddleman]

Doubtful. Lee got it as a tribute.

Pays to know the Queen.

[beaky]

Lee is the one that shot Firefly, yes?

Detective Gordon certainly knows how to turn his exes into fascinating, damaged women.

[riddleman]

Lee is her own person, but I guess Jimbo had some hand in her development.

He did it with you too.

[beaky]

Oh please, I made myself what I am and he just happened to be there all the time, getting in my way.

If we're going by that much of a weak link, Jim made you too.

[riddleman]

No. You did.

And Lee, actually.

In some ways, it is all coming together.

[beaky]

Lee did not make you, she --

Oh God.

Not another crush. Are you for real?

[riddleman]

Lee is the one to tell Jim to investigate Miss Kringle's murder. I deluded myself into thinking that Jim was my archenemy, when it was really Lee who caught on to me.

Without her, I might have stopped at two.

[beaky]

Poor murderous butterfly, doomed to be a caterpillar.

How beautiful.

[riddleman]

I can't regret how it turned out. So, yes. Lee and you made me, if anyone.

[beaky]

Wonderful.

And yet, do I ever get a thank you? No. Just attempts at murder.

[riddleman]

I have thanked you in words and deeds before you betrayed my trust and played me for a fool.

[beaky]

Oh please, as if you didn't do the same to me.

We're even. Get over it.

[riddleman]

Maybe we're even. Either way, my gratitude has run out, old friend.

[beaky]

So has mine.

It's time we stop idealising each other and demonising each other and just admit it no longer matters. We're not much of anything to each other any more.

[riddleman]

I suppose that's it then.

I'm just the man who makes a mean Bloody Mary.

[beaky]

And i'm the alcoholic who craves it for breakfast.

I could think of worse things.

[riddleman]

To have for breakfast? Oh, yes. In your case, orange juice without vodka must seem like a travesty.

[beaky]

Right now I'm living off jerky and cola. And there is some constant insistence that I try something called pop rocks.

I hate my life a lot.