Edward was absolutely nothing, if not obsessive. If he couldn't find it in himself to put his entire being into something, he didn't see it keeping a stable place in his future. That meant he lacked passion or dedication to it, is what he told himself. It meant that it wasn't worth dedicating his time to.

When he could find something that was worthy of putting his whole into, he never let it go. His Riddler persona, Batman, saving the people of Gotham... And most recently... You.

You were so perfect in his eyes. You could do no wrong, and he adored you for that. A beacon of light in the hell that was that city. You loved him, even when he felt unlovable.

You two were currently on a date in your apartment, watching some crappy movie. "U-Uhm... Can... Can I hold your hand... Please...?" He whispered as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

Ever the polite, ever the devoted. He was smitten, what could he say?