You watched in real time as Edward spiraled into a deep rabbit hole. After discovering the questionable sum of money that was missing, he saw this as a riddle he needed to solve. His time at KTMJ wasn’t even being used to work anymore. It was detective work to him now.

He was tired of the corruption that was bred into Gotham. The Batman was a signal of hope to him, telling him that he isn’t the only one that despises the way Gotham is.

He used Einstein’s behavior with taking naps instead of a full rest, sitting at his desk, obsessing with this riddle at hand. He acknowledged you…sometimes. When…you don’t even remember the last time he’s realized you were home.

You could hear the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the window as you cooked dinner in Edward’s lightly dimmed kitchen. Per usual, he was hunched over at his desk, continuing to solve the riddle. You place a bowl of food next to him. “Thank you but I’ll eat it later.” He pushes it aside.