[Oswald stares at the floor, unmoving, for what feels like a very long time. Quietly absorbing everything Ed has to say until he falls silent too, and they’re both left to grapple with the ugly reality of life in Gotham. That survival comes always comes at a price, and only the dead, if they’re lucky enough, know true peace.
He lets out a hard, knotted breath that takes all the fight out of him, his shotgun swinging to his side, hanging from his hand. Then, after a brief hesitation, he leans the gun up against a wall. When he finally turns around, he looks the kind of weary that runs down to the bones, as if every troubled, restless night of his own has caught up with him all at once.
In a perfect world, he’d tell Ed that there’s nothing to worry about. That Hugo Strange would never lay a finger on either of them again, and Ed would never hurt him. But they know that isn’t true.]
And if that day comes, Ed... know that I will do everything in my power to stop you, with the understanding that you are not the person responsible.
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Date: 2024-01-25 03:21 pm (UTC)He lets out a hard, knotted breath that takes all the fight out of him, his shotgun swinging to his side, hanging from his hand. Then, after a brief hesitation, he leans the gun up against a wall. When he finally turns around, he looks the kind of weary that runs down to the bones, as if every troubled, restless night of his own has caught up with him all at once.
In a perfect world, he’d tell Ed that there’s nothing to worry about. That Hugo Strange would never lay a finger on either of them again, and Ed would never hurt him. But they know that isn’t true.]
And if that day comes, Ed... know that I will do everything in my power to stop you, with the understanding that you are not the person responsible.