Edward had a smile on his face as the officer guided him to the visitation room. The shackles on his wrists and feet jingled with every step. He was excited to see your face after the first few weeks of his 10 year sentence.

He also had a smile because he felt he did some good with what he did to Gotham. He moled out the evil into the light for all of the Gothamites to see. He mattered. Just like how Thomas told him. He had already accumulated a plan of how to escape, how to continue wedging out the evil out of Gotham. It was just a matter of time.

He sits behind the glass, smiling at you. He picks up the phone on the wall, his hand on the glass. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”