He winced at his hand, cowering swat slightly, his hands pulling through his ginger hair. "Ever think that monster was /YOU/" he turns around again, while looking at him, hazel hues narrow again.

|| what is it with Ed and breaking mirrors djdm

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He gets in his face again, hands gripping his jacket. "Prodigy? /Prodigy??/ don't give yourself all the credit dear brother. In your time away you plotted how to kidnap me and turn me into some LAB rat!" there was that anger in his eue, leaning closer to his face.

And he's back in bed. Jeremiah has been doing too much, save him. @YouLikeRiddles

YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW WHAT A WINCEST IS

He wouldn't stand a chance against Jeremiah now. He's too strong. " he's using me as a lab rat... " he says quietly hiding his face under his pillow.

No he probably won't. " Not with what he's doing to me... " he says rolling over to face him. He really won't survive him.

"How did you even find me?" Ed keeps seeming to be the one to find him, and bring him back to, H e r e. "But for how long, he's just going to come get me. " he grumbled. While sitting up, his ginger hair in a disarray.

" I didn't go after him first the first time!" He's getting worked up about it. He can't help it and /d u d e/ boundaries! " he just, got m e. "

He looked up at him and quirked a brow, " I suppose bourbon. " he mumbles. His ginger hair still disheveled as he sits up. Even though he never drank. Ever.

"Oh B o o / fricken/ h o o. At least you didn't fricken die! At least you're still breathing and causing mayhem in Gotham! "

Jim Please save him Jeremiah's relentless 𝘑𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘚.

Is he trying to escape this maze? Yes. How long did he fricken take to make this thing. It's impossible to even escape. @LAUGHlNGCURE

/ e a s y / brother. He is smart. He got close yo taking out that billionaire brat, closer then you ever came.

You weren't even here for my plans! They were a lot better then yours, fighting near a vat of acid. You bafoon.

He rolled his eyes. Why would he. After all you were the one who hated him. So why would he watch the news? Hm?

How could I be at the door of the bunker if I didn't know where you were until now? Hmm?

BECAUSE JimBo, You hate him as much as I do. And he's experimenting on me. That shouldn't be / a l l o w e d /

Of course he was paranoid, This was his brother's doing. He was ALWAYS paranoid.