Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! - GOTHAM

[005] See No Evil

Edward Nygma was waiting outside Evelyn's apartment - feeling a little like a stalker, but it was a form of habit, and he was sure she wouldn't mind. Besides, she had invited him. The Riddler appeared in the backseat - a smirk on his face. "You should let me meet her." Edward glared at nothing. "No. I just know you'll do what you did to Miss Kringle." He really....didn't know how to feel when it came to Kristen Kringle. "You just called her Miss Kringle. How did you really feel about her?" Edward quickly spat out; "I loved her." But he was torn. What he called love had basically been borderline obsession....and he knew how it had ended, even if he was still technically innocent, himself. "Be honest with yourself, that wasn't love, that was a mix of pity and desperation. ....How do you feel about this one? See, I did you a favour. You moved up. So, if this one gets Kringle'd..." Ed slammed his hands against the wheel,,,which could have caused an accident, but thankfully didn't. "Don't push me.." He threatened as he stepped out of the car - it wasn't even specific what that threat meant. He got out of the car, knocking on Evelyn's door quietly. "Miss Hart?"

Evelyn opened the door, wearing a casual top and leggings...the previous outfit had been too loud for a casual dinner date, she'd realized, and she was trying to stand out as little as possible. "Eddie, hi. Oh, and the 'Miss Hart' thing is a little formal....call me Evelyn." She smiled, touching his shoulder - then moving her hand as she realized that could be interpreted as inappropriate. "Evelyn..." He smiled. "Alright. ....You're a very interesting woman." He casually commented, hoping she took the compliment as he meant it - he never knew how to phrase things, sometimes in normal everyday conversation. "....I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me." He spat out, before realizing he was speaking too rapidly again. Evelyn simply smiled and shrugged. "Just let me know if there's anything else I can do." Was she making a mistake here? She barely even knew what to say - one thing she didn't know how to handle was this kind of thing. "So, how have you been, Edward?" She was also pretty bad at casual chatting - but she could pull it off. Dinner went well, and Edward managed to find the courage to finally ask the question he should probably have asked in the first place. "Would you accompany me on an official date?" ...The wording was a little weird, but he'd at least managed to spit it out. "....Well, I don't see why not." She smiled, and Edward held back a sigh of relief.

Erica Nygma was walking down the street, in the middle of the night - well, it's not like she was afraid of anything in Gotham at this point. She was pretty tough, actually - she'd had to be. She saw someone walking down the alley, recognizing him immediately - and she also recognized the person who was coming up behind him with a weapon...really, she only had a split second to think. She thought of yelling - but the other figure was gaining too fast, so she rifled through her handbag for the old, battered kitchen knife she always carried with her - and, catching up with the two, slashed the other person - likely enough an escaped Arkham patient - across the Femural arteries. The man - still wearing his robes, which made him an obvious target, was furious with her. "Now I'm not only a murderer, I'm a creator of killers." Erica was silent - there wasn't much she could have done, and it was a spur of the moment thing anyway, but part of her felt guilty....she should at least help take some of the weight from the mans' shoulders, even if she couldn't turn herself in because of her brother - she was his main defence.

Erica Nygma did not like to think about the past. But she remembered the strange difference between the treatment of her, and her brother Edward. She never understood why she never had a hand laid on her, and she would hear the sound of breaking bottles and her fathers' voice screaming profanities and horrific abuse in the other room...she even heard blows landing. Sometimes worse...she found her mind going down a dark road that she wasn't sure she would be able to come back from if she didn't distract herself. "How do I do this again....Oh, right, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...."

Strangely, despite the general law that a priest would have to break the rules of confession if one mentioned harming yourself or others or thoughts of doing such, The Padre never did. Erica found this intriguing - and even considered persuading her brother to come to the church, but she decided she didn't quite trust the man that much, even if she was a good 98% there. She simply gave a nod as she walked out of the confessional - it was her way of telling him she was already a murderer, he didn't need to worry about turning her into one. The mans' words in reply? "....Say one hail mary." She knew he wouldn't tell anyone - although she felt slightly bad for partially manipulating a man like him...she would have felt guilty for manipulating a good man anyway. She walked out of the church and headed back to work - she'd simply wanted to at least partially clear the mans' conscience, more than anything.