season 4 setting
follows own storyline
Lydia Lestradé was welcomed with open arms by Lee Tompkins for one reason only - you can't say no to a dying girl.
Ed Nygma, although fixated on becoming smart again, is ready to do anything to impress the gir...
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Lydia Lestradé stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark and damp fighting pit that was Cherry's. Her clothes consisted of jumpers littered with odd patterns, various coloured skirts and jeans- a lot different to the place she spent most of her time.
But she was grateful it was her clothes that made her stand out instead of her condition. Not that people didn't wonder - but the place was always riddled with death, compared to a splash of yellow from a duck printed t-shirt.
Lydia stayed by the bar, having a clear view of the ring and a drink always in reach. She knew Lee wouldn't be there for a while. She wasn't ready for another lecture from the wannabe saviour of the narrows.
With her pet by her side, Lydia had hoped for a 'quiet' night at the ring. She'd visit Lee when the visiting hours weren't as hectic, maybe share some herbal teas, preferably green tree since it was good for the skin. She'd soak in that moment like she would normally do, as if it were her last.
The time Lydia spent staring into her glass and pondering about her time with Lee, she hadn't noticed the man striding across the room towards her - mumbling to himself.
Edward Nygma ; a man who had been staring at Lydia from the moment she entered the room. Entranced by her beauty, her oddness in the room of criminal lowlifes. The way she pulled herself away from bloodshed to contemplate as she swirled a dark liquid around the glass in her hand.
He stopped right in front of her, bewildered expression. It took Lydia a moment to notice, which he thought was weird considering his green sequinned suit.
"Oh my goodness," she said with a startled expression. She placed a hand on her chest and steadied her heart. "You scared me."
Ed chuckled, tilting his hat as an apology. "My apologies, Miss, scaring you was not my intention." Es took note as she re-adjusted the tube behind her ear, and gave a quick glance down to her O2 tank.
"Oh this?" She asked. She looked at the tank, various paintings that seemed rushed shone in the neon lights ahead. "My pet."
"Pet?" Ed asked, his smile still on his face. "Yes, I have CF. Have to take this guy everywhere." Ed nodded, and then, just as he realised something, he furrowed his brows.
"If you have CF, should you really be here? I mean with this horrid air, not to mention all the grime?" Lydia smirked, and took a long sip of her drink.
"Well if you must know Mr," "Ed Nygma."
"Well Mr. Nygma, I do think I should be here. There is nothing that says I can't enjoy my last few years wherever I please." Ed winced. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm Lydia by the way." She outstretched a hand, firmly grabbing his. It was such an awestruck scene to them both, when Ed brought her hand to his lips. He let his lips linger and then let his hand slip away. He had let himself get carried away in the moment, and for once, his darker side was happy for it.
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