When you were younger, Edward was your best friend. After high school, you’d moved away, but now you were back. Back in Gotham. Back in your past.

You’d changed a lot in those few years, and so had he. Something inside him had snapped.

You looked into the eyes of the man in front of you, his gun pointed at you. There was no way that in the span of seven years, Eddie Nashton had changed this drastically. The only remnant of whom he used to be were his green eyes and copper hair.

Back then he laughed and painted and sang such beauty and handsome light. But the world broke him, crushed him down, banished him from his own heaven for merely existing... you pitied him, you did… Perhaps if you’d come back sooner, before his crimes, his strife, you could've fixed him.

Did he even recognize you? Or were you just another Gothamite to be taken out like a pawn?