Hello Mr. E. Nigma

Date take 2

Dedicated to writergirl_333 and readerluv. Cause you can't have too many dedications! OMG over 1000 views on this story! YEY!!!
Hey guess what!? To all the Scarecrow fans I'm pleased to announce that I have started a Scarecrow fan fiction! It is called Fear is everything. Soo yeah. On to the story!

Edwards POV

"Okay, how about..... favorite breakfast food?" Loreli laughs. We have been walking down the street to the Iceberg Lounge after stopping at her place so she could change into different clothes. She's wearing a black pencil skirt and a green v-neck shirt. And as usual, she is beautiful.

"Hmmm.... pancakes!" I exclaim.

"What, pfft! French toast forever! I'm sorry but I don't see how this relationship could possibly work out if you choose pancakes over French toast." Loreli mocks.

I play along, "Oh darn. And hear I thought we were getting along." We come up at the Lounge and head to the front of the long line of snobs. Earning evil glances from those we passed and me, being the kind criminal I am, happy smiles back at them. As they say: kill them with kindness.

"Ah, well I zee the couple returns. I trust you made a rezervation this time." The same incompetent man from the other night says with an overly exaggerated snobby French accent.

"Actually we did make a reservation for that night. You were just too vacuous to have written it down." I say with a smile. "Now unless you're too busy displaying how asinine you are I highly suggest escorting us to our table. The name should be under Nigma this time." The waiter is left dumbfounded by me, not that he does very much else. Slowly he walks over to the book and checks. Loreli holds onto my arm and smiles up at me, trying to hold in her laughter. I kiss the top of her head as the waiter comes over to us with two menus.

"This way Mr. Nigma." He says with a shaky breath. We walk around the many tables of customers that surround the large iceberg in the center of the room. Then arrive to a secluded table and sit down, with Loreli across from me, as he hands us our menus. "Uhm, it zayz that the bill iz on us z-zo pick w-whstever you'd l-like Mr. Nigma." The waiter says nervously.

"Good. I'll take lemonade for now. Loreli?"

She looks up at me and smiles, "umm, same."

"Two lemonades" I tell the moronic waiter.

He nods, "Uh, zir, I simply must apologize for my behavior the other night! Had I known who you were I would've never--"

"Yes I'm sure you wouldn't have. Now why are you still here and not getting our lemonades?!" I say sternly. He nods nervously and runs off.

"I'm not sure if I can decide whether I like your criminal side or romantic side more." Lor says smiling. "Poor guy won't be able to live with himself now."

"Well, at least it taught him a lesson." I smile.

"So, is this how you normally are?" She leans in.

I lean forward as well with a devious smile, "Only with the rabble." I whisper. "I can't let them think I'm one to walk all over."

"Well you didn't kill him so..."

"So 'e'll get what's coming to 'im." A new voice joins. We both look over at Oswald Cobblepot, aka Penguin, standing next to us.

"Ah, Oswald! Good to see you!" I greet. Only the "good to see you" could have been left out.

"Same 'ere." He smiles. Oswald's eyes instantly shift to Loreli. "And who, dare I ask, is this magnificent creature." He takes Loreli's hand and kisses it.