Chapter 7 ~ Taste Of Your Own Medicine

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Crane's POV

"He's been out for almost a day now..."

"Do you think he's still alive?"

"I don't know."

"Poke him!"

I felt a jab in my stomach and I flinched awake.

"Wh-what? Where am I? Where's Nygma?"

The scene in front of me fixed. Joker, Harvey Two-Face and Penguin were gathered around me. I was tied to a chair.

"You want to know where Nygma is?" Dent asked, a slight smirk playing at his lips.

"He-" Joker started giggling, "He wants to know where Nygma is!"

I glared at him.

"Why do you want to know?" Cobblepot growled.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I'd like to talk to him, for your information." I snapped.

"Oooh, getting a little agitated there, Crane." Joker mused.

"Just let me talk to him."

"A'ight." Penguin quacked.

As if on cue, Edward walked in.

"Edward!" I shouted with a smile.

Shit, did i just do that?

I felt my face go hot.

"Everyone except for Nygma, get out." I tried to keep a serious tone to the atmosphere in the room.

"What will you do if we don't, gay boy?" Joker jested, yet again.

"Just get out." Edward muttered, just loud enough for them to hear.

No-one moved.

"Get out!" He raised his voice.

They got up and whispered something along the lines of 'Jesus Christ!' or 'Calm down, Riddles.' to each other.

They soon left the room and left me and Edward alone together, trying not to make any eye contact or breathe loudly.

"How's it feel?" Edward started, looking at the floor.

"Wh-what?" I asked, unsure about what he was talking about.

"I said, how's it feel? Y'know, being tied up in a chair, being the one who's getting asked the questions, instead of the one who's asking the questions?"

I shifted my gaze to the floor.

"Q-questions? You've only just asked me one thing yet-"

"Shut up!"

I looked at him and saw a fiery hate in his eyes.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Let's start, shall we?" He chuckled darkly.

"Start what?" I asked.

"The questions, silly." He pulled a chair over to face me. "Actually, I have a better idea..." He got back up again and walked to the corner of the room where my briefcase was-wait.

"Edward-"

"SHUT UP!"

He laughed to cover his anger.

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