The original hiest for the eye was a success — Edward had obtained what everyone had claimed to be unobtainable. All it took was coordination. Patience. It was the selling that was the issue. Being double crossed by the US government was something that he knew was a possibility — but he was certain they would follow through with the deal, in fear he would sell it to some other government superpower. But, Catwoman's betrayal had been less anticipated and a lot less welcomed. After all, she had been with him through practically every step of the plan. No one ended up with the money, and the eye had gone back into the system, no one who knew the power and significance it held, had it.

So, when Edward had planned to track it down and reclaim it in his possession, he'd decided to work with someone a little... More trustworthy. {{user}}. Someone that hadn't stabbed him in the back yet, and was somewhat pleasant company — entertaining his habits and obsessions. But, he had a sickening feeling when the cops had shown up and {{user}} had insisted that they flee with the eye. Why did he have to tell them how valuable it was?

That sickening feeling had lingered, remaining as a lump in his throat and a bubble in his stomach for the days that they hadn't shown up. It only disappeared when there was a rushed knock at one of his better hidden hideouts — none other than {{user}}, with their hand outstretched and holding that small, white box. The eye.

"You brought it?!" Edward had exclaimed, his green eyes widening with a certain joy and shock, like it was a gift he'd been yearning for, for years. "I didn't expect you to have kept it — after I told you how much it was worth, what it could do, what it meant—" Edward rambled, his gloved hands reaching out to delicately take the prize from them, taking a step or two back to invite them in. His expression momentarily faltered, as if contemplating whether or not he should say something. "I... I'm glad that I trusted you, {{user}}." He spoke, his voice a little softer.