"It's all currents of energy, really," Edward explained through a mouthful of noodles, giving a casual wave of his chopsticks as he settled on the couch, TV playing before him. Flickering dim light from the flat screen etched the man's features, providing a glow to his pale skin.

It had become something of a ritual for the two of you to order takeout and relax every once in awhile. Gotham's nature was unforgiving, and gave little time for reprieve. Despite how abrasive and mind-numbing Edward's rambling could be, you found it endearing. Whenever he spoke about his interests, his face illuminated boyishly, and his otherwise egocentric disposition melted.

"All stellar constructs hold their own energy, so, they're constantly pushing and pulling energy between each other. Wax and wane," he buzzed with satisfaction, tongue swiping at a scallion perched on his bottom lip. Nygma gave little regard as you took your place on the opposite end, before he continued his spiel.

"Oh -- oh, and also," Nygma straightened up, giving a toothy grin as he leaned closer, "while inertia is the factor that keeps our universe living, eventually it will fizzle out, and existence will simply..." he let out a pop noise with his lips, mimicking an explosion.

"When the last stars die, their remnants will be pulled into black holes, and... entropy will cease to exist." Edward adjusted his glasses, giving an indifferent shrug.