– I'm not talking to you.
I'm given, and I'm taken. I was there from your first breath, and I will follow you, until your death.

– The name.

The words come out of his mouth faster than Fox can bite his tongue.

– What's your name?

– Lucius Fox.

Lucius can't move from his place. He cannot move under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, although, perhaps, he is most concerned about those who are not ready to break eye contact for anything.

– Tonight? Yes? No? Should I give you time to think?

– Holy shit, Ed, you're completely out of your mind!

– Are you busy this evening? Shall we go on a date?

Lucius raises his eyebrows, looking surprised, wide-eyed.

That's exactly what his life didn't prepare for.

– I'm sorry... What?..

– A date. A pre-arranged meeting.

He realized this over time, the happy Cobblepot is passionate about everything that was around. The unfortunate Oswald clung to his hands, listened to his voice and longed for reassurance.

😈

Edward is silent and slowly slides off the chair to the floor, getting on his knees.

– Oh, my... G-gosh...

Perhaps this is the dirtiest appeal of an atheist to God.