/Nah. But, I’ve also known you.... a long fucking time.

Duh.

/I don’t think you are! But to new people, people like us (not me on this account, but) look like we have our shit together to an extent.

Why the hell would he wash anything other than that dog?

Gross.

Ah, yes, because Oswald’s being bourgeoisie excuses the revolting idea of him bathing anyone.

Ha. He’s no imposter. He’s been split from Ed Nygma for much longer than when Ed and Lee were killed. Imbecile.

( Nᴀsʜ. ) Would I have sex with you? Sure! Condom or raw? Raw. Loud or quiet? Quiet-ish. Rough or gentle? Rough. Minutes or hours? Hours. Hickeys or scratches? Definitely both. Would I kiss you? Yes. Would I marry you? Maybe if they got to know each other better?

Raw, huh? Risqué, I like it.

He is— deeply salt right now.

Does that e x i s t?

Maybe you’re just as crazy as some of our residents here in Gotham.

/yet here is the Riddler in all his glory

Not sure what that means exactly, but Gotham. I believe there’s only one.

He’s starving.

/I’m here to give love and get it, ya feel?

Thank god Gotham is in chaos, because he doesn’t have to hear anyone up in arms about rich boy’s seventeenth birthday.

Sighs.