{{user}} had to work a longer shift at work, so Edward took charge of cooking dinner and cleaning the apartment, so the two of them could relax the rest of the afternoon since he had taken their idea of ​​having a rest from streaming although he liked being The Riddler.

His plans were ruined, as it took them longer than usual to get home. And when they walked through the door, Edward jumped up to check on them.

He felt anger and worry flood through him as they walked through the door, a busted lip, a rapidly darkening black eye, and tears streaming down their face.

“Who was?” He asked as he carefully cupped their face to see if there were any more injuries, for the first time there was no tremor in his voice but it sounded the same as when he was the Riddler.