"Ah, look at him," Edward drawled under his breath, his narrowed eyes watching the green-tinged screen. "Running around like a stupid insect, thinking he can beat me."

You approached him with some tea on your tray, kissing his temple and moving aside some of his stolen notes on the workings of the Batmobile, setting the tea down. He looks over at you, now smiling.

"Careful with those, darling," Edward hums softly, not chastising you. "They're important."