And Why Am I Here Again? -open-

[edwardnygma]

Nygma was not the biggest fan of people. The fact that he was even teaching at a school would most likely be remarkable to anyone that knew him, not that many people actually did. He was fairly young to have problems with his leg, but he had been shot in the knee cap before which had done some serious damage. So the twenty-eight year old, wearing a black suit with an emerald green tie, limped into the school.

Usually he didn't have much of a problem with his knee, but after a recent tangle with a certain Bat, it had been hit a few times. But he didn't exactly want to admit the problem at the moment, so his cane had been left back in his apartment in Gotham. His dark hair was sleek, as was typical, but the moment he entered the school a certain frown hit his face.

He was doing this to keep out of Arkham, to keep away from Batman for awhile. Not that he was planning on cutting his play time with the flying rat down, he just needed to increase his healing time a bit. And perhaps come up with a bit of extra cash in his pocket. After all, money did make the world go round, and teaching was not exactly a high paying job.

[bloodandfire]

Bobby Iero walked towards the entrance. His hood was up, this made it impossibe to see his face. He had a pair of drumsticks in his hands. He was the best drummer in the whole school. Many students hurried past him, thinking he was another student. A couple of them bumped into him, he didn't care. He walked through the entrance. He looked up and saw Nygma limping more than usual down the hall way. Bobby ran upto him.

"You alright? You need a hand?" He asked him. Iero was a nice guy, even to Nygma. He pulled down his hood to reveal his dirty blond hair. His blue eyes were heavy and darker than usual. This was because he felt a little uncomfortable around Nygma. Nygma hadn't always been on Ieros right side anyway. He put his drumsticks in a belt loop on his jeans.

[edwardnygma]

He'd been hoping to get to his classroom before anyone noticed he was limping. But apparently luck was not on his side today. So one of his "colleagues" felt the need to ask him if he wanted help. And unfortunately it would look very bad indeed if he snapped at the man. Or threatened him. Or really did anything of the like. So, he forced a smile.

A smile that anyone could tell was very forced. "No, thank you, Iero. I'm perfectly fine. So why don't you go run off and save a kitten from a tree? I'm sure the students would appreciate it very much." Nothing quite like freshly squeezed sarcasm in the morning.

After all, if he couldn't threaten or glare at people less intelligent than himself when walking into a school, sarcasm was a great weapon.