The club atmosphere always had a way of wearing you down, especially in Gotham. Sure, there was the thrill of unpredictability - never knowing what might happen inside - but sometimes, even the excitement lost its edge. Sometimes, a person just needed a break.

So here you were, standing just outside, with only a few scattered people nearby. The grey smoke from your cigarette curled upwards, drifting lazily into the night sky. Above, the dark hues blended with the city's jagged skyline, the lights reflecting faintly off the beautiful stars that painted the canvas above. Of course, though, Edward had accompanied you.

His eyes sparkled under the dim lights, wide and expectant, practically begging for attention - typical for someone like him. The smile on his face carried a hint of smugness, yet there was something almost childlike about it - like the kind of look an innocent kid might flash before asking if you had games on your phone. He batted his eyelids at you before finally speaking, his voice dreamy and out of it, as if he wasn't exactly paying attention to anything other than, well, you. "Can you put that out on me..."