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[whatam_i]

What demands an answer, but asks no question?
....
A telephone.
And I'm not here to answer mine so please leave a message at the sound of the beep.

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[hawk_shot]

[She's silent for a moment, re-reading his words as she considers things.]

Yes.
I don't want any more lies between us.
Does she think I'm stupid? That I'm a kid?
What the hell is she thinking? It's like I can't even think of her as my mom right now.

[whatam_i]

She was probably thinking she needed or wanted money and power.
That's usually why people get involved with people like Fisk.

[hawk_shot]

She already has money and power.
Why would she need it from him?
Is it worth it killing people for it??

[She sends the texts before she even thinks of who she's talking to. It's so easy to talk to him and forget that he's more than just the man she likes so much.]

[whatam_i]

For some people it is.

[People like Oswald or Barbara, they crave and almost demand it. But not Ed, while he is proud of his heists the money is never the point, just a bonus. He does it for the challenge, the game.
The riddles.]

Maybe she needed more? Was her business secretly failing?

[hawk_shot]

How would I know?
She never mentioned anything going wrong.
I went over to Gotham because we had new investors. Things couldn't be so bad.
We still did charity, we have the ball tonight.

It's like nothing makes sense anymore, Ed.
Have you ever felt that?

[whatam_i]

Yes, quite a few times actually.

[hawk_shot]

[She hesitates before asking:]

How did you deal with it?

[whatam_i]

Uh I yelled to and at myself a lot.
Threw papers and books around.
Locked myself to a couch.
Took drugs.

[hawk_shot]

[Okay, that's... Not what she expected to read. But then... He does have some issues and went through some terrible things.]

Are you feeling better?
Did those feelings go away?

[whatam_i]

For the most part, yes.
That being said I understand how frustrating they can be.

[hawk_shot]

Yeah, I kinda don't know what to do with myself.
Definitely can't sleep.
I can't really destroy papers or furniture because Clint and I are at a friend's place.
That's another NO for drugs.

I just wanted to talk to you.

[whatam_i]

I can stay up talking with you if you want.
I wasn't asleep when you texted.

[hawk_shot]

Oh, good. I was feeling a little guilty thinking I could wake you up.

But I miss you.

[whatam_i]

Not at all, I was working on some things.

You do?

[hawk_shot]

What are you working on?

Yeah.
Is that so hard to believe?

[whatam_i]

A homemade drone.

I don't know.. Maybe a little.

[hawk_shot]

A homemade drone??
Of course you of all people can make a homemade drone.

I know I've been MIA this week, but believe me when I'm telling you it was crazy busy.
Is that why?

[whatam_i]

Of course, they're actually pretty easy once you get the supplies.

I thought you were maybe ignoring me.

[hawk_shot]

I wouldn't even know what to get for supplies.

[Was she ignoring him? Maybe a little before everything started going crazy. Putting a little distance mostly for her benefit. ... Or something close to a benefit.]

Are you mad at me?

[whatam_i]

Motors, gears, wires, things like that.

No.

[hawk_shot]

I wouldn't know what to do with all that.
Unless there's a very good YouTube tutorial.
Having said that, you'd be proud of me after what I did today.

Cool.
Did you miss me a little or was it just me?

[whatam_i]

Oh? What did you do?

Don't be a silly billy, of course I miss you.

[hawk_shot]

Clint and I spent the day making trick arrows. He taught me how to make explosives and all that stuff.

I just really needed to read it tonight.
With everything that's going on. And tomorrow.

[whatam_i]

Oooh! That's exciting! Are they explosive arrows?

I miss you Kate.

[hawk_shot]

Explosive arrows, acid arrows, smoke arrows, tear gas arrows.
I think you'd be impressed.

I miss you too, Ed.
And if everything goes well I want to have a date with you.