The fight wasn't his fault. It was just a misunderstanding.
The night at Gotham City was calm. No crimes were being committed, how odd. This night, however, was special to The Riddler. Edward Nygma sat on his old couch, resting. He had just moved to the clock tower, his new lair. His previous lair was discovered by The Batman, so he had to relocate. "Radio... Radio... I need some music." he said to himself and stood up. Walking towards one of the boxes, he thought about his new new master plan. His new master plan was ruined when his lair was discovered, so he needed a new one badly.
Edward took out an old radio he owned for at least ten years. He searched his deep coat pockets for a cassette, but found nothing. He let out a sigh and looked around for a cable or an outlet. There was none. Why would you need them in a clock tower anyway? A yawn escaped from his mouth. He was tired from moving some of his furniture. Making his way to the main clock at the clock tower, he thought about an old pal of his. Or pals, as they liked to be called.
Eddie knew Harvey Dent from when they were young adults. They both went to Gotham University, but studied different things. Yet, they ended up with the same job, villainy. Edward hadn't seen Harvey is a long time, probably three months. He saw him as Two Face often though, especially when they called each other on Skype. There, they spent most of the time swearing at the wonky application and connection, and sometimes discussing plans. Today would be one of those days, except Two Face (Or hopefully Harvey) would come for an unexpected visit.
The elevator would make a sound of arrival and the doors would open. The person leaving the shaft would be Two Face, not Harvey. The sound startled Edward. He took out his gun and pointed it at Two Face before lowering it, seeing that it was his friend and colleague. "Oh... Hey. Who are you this time?" Edward would ask Two Face. Two Face grinned, "Same old Two Face, Eddie." he said. "Your lair is quite... Unusual." he commented and walked over to the couch, sitting down and crossing his legs. Edward smiled and let out a short laugh. "Yeah!" he said, "Made a quick decision after the battle, so here we are. Tea, coffee?"
"Coffee. Coffee will do." Two Face said to Edward and relaxed, closing his eyes. Eddie rushed to the kitchen part of his lair, took a pack of coffee, opened it and poured the coffee mixture into a cup. While waiting for the water to boil, he thought of calmer times. Like, when he and Harvey would play some games together! Harvey was terrible at them so Edward had to teach him everything. Yet, Harvey lost almost always. But they had fun doing that, right? Or! Or that time when they spent all night doing homework. That was fun! Edward hoped that it was...
Ding! The electric water heater turned off. Edward could hear the water boil. He poured some of the water into the cup and took out a spoon from one of the boxes. Why there was a spoon in a box? Metal scraps, that's all I can say. He stirred the water and the mixture until the mixture melted. There we have it, coffee! Just how Facey liked. Edward turned towards Two Face with a small, caring smile on his face. "There we go!" he said and began to walk towards him with the cup 'o joe in his hands. "I know that you like your coffee with water, so I made it just how you like it." he added.
"Ah! What?!" Two Face jumped from his seat and looked around in confusion. He must've fallen asleep. "Coffee? Ah, right. Thank you Eddie." he said and grabbed the hot cup with his left hand. Face's left hand was burned with acid as well, so he didn't feel much with it. He took a sip from the piping hot coffee and hummed. "So! You had a reason to call me here, right? What are we doing?", he put down his coffee on a box, "A heist? Bombs? Need ideas for a riddle? You could've just called me for one, ya know.".
Edward scratched the back of his head and looked around the room, then back at Two Face. "I was actually hoping for something... More of a someone." he said to Two Face. Face stood up and crossed his arms. "I am not going to let that wimp get out. Especially when you're around." he said to Edward, "And you know why? Because whenever I do, I wake up at the worst place possible! And in the worst of situations... Remember me calling you from Arkham after he and you partied all night?". Eddie opened his mouth to say "Yes but-" when Two Face shushed him. "I was caught in the club!! Red handed! With a corpse in my arms. And you know what they said about me? Necrophiliac!!" he yelled at Edward.
"Face I-!" Eddie said loudly before being silenced by Two Face again. "A motherfucking necrophiliac Edward Nygma!" Face yelled at him, uncrossing his arms and taking a step towards Edward. "That was the worst insult that I've received." he hissed, continuing to rant. Yet another argument between these two was about to start.
Eddie looked into Face's furious eyes. "Your whole party and clubbing was a great mistake! Your ideas never work, you fucking idiot, and that proves it. Just!", Face let out a short chuckle and rubbed his forehead before continuing to shout at Edward. "Just look at yourself. You are in a damn clock tower. What happened to your other six bases? Huh?" he asked Edward. Edward stepped back, Face stepped forward. "No words? Not even a clue? Let me answer it for you, the 'Riddler'. You lost them!! All! Of! Them! To the damn freak in a costume. And I thought that you were better...".
If you were downstairs, you would soon hear something hit the floor. That would be Two Face, losing his balance from the punch into the throat that he received from Eddie. Shocked and hurt, Face would cough twice and look at Eddie. "Get out." Ed hissed. "Oh, so now you have courage to fight? Where was that when you fought with Batman? I saw your fight, alright." Face said and slowly stood up, towering over Edward. "I saw you run away like a rat abandoning a ship. Even on Skype, the scene was clear." he added, looking deeply into Edward's eyes. "Get. Out!!" Edward yelled and walked over to the kitchen part of the room. Two Face followed.
Edward grabbed a bottle of wine that was on the kitchen counter and broke it against it. The bottle shattered in his hand. Huh, guess bottles don't always become a weapon. Edward froze in his place, not knowing what to do. Two Face burst out laughing. "You think that you're a fighter, Eddie? You! Ha ha ha ha! Oh god that was way unexpected. You can't even break a bottle cor-!", but before he could finish what he was saying, Edward grabbed a knife that was next to the bottle he broke and slashed the expensive suit that Two Face wore just for this short occasion.
Two Face looked down at the cut in his black and white suit. He could see his skin and the open wound. Luckily it wasn't very deep. The blood would soon appear from the wound. "You fucking shithead!" Face yelled at Edward. You could hear the fury in his raspy voice.
"Facey. I-I'm so sorry!" Edward said and let go of the knife. He raised his arms and brought them closer to his chest to defend himself. However, Two Face didn't attack. He was boiling, but he had enough. He took a deep breath in and turned around, facing the elevator doors. Then, letting the breath out, he flipped the bird to Edward and began to walk towards them.
Eddie didn't say a word. He watched as his old friend, and maybe a new enemy, left the room and got inside the elevator. When Two Face turned around to face Edward one last time, Ed could see the disappointment in his eyes. The elevator doors slowly closed and the shaft began to go down.