"I do. Those girls are really something, huh?" He raised an eyebrow but didn't linger long on the thought. He wasn't really looking for love, friends or fucking so they held no interest to him but it was awfully funny. He knew how much it bothered Edward that they fawned over him. Nothing annoyed Edward more than people being easily charmed by him and his Georgia ways.
"Well, if I ever need hence girls, think I can lure them away from you." He was only teasing, he felt like Echo and Query were loyal but he liked to have his fun. He even laid on his accent real thick. "Lord have mercy, those girls are sweet."
"What the hell was that, you redneck hick?" Edward might have intended for that to sound insulting, but he was too entertained by the exaggerated accent, so he ended up having to laugh, shaking his head. "See, I should have recorded that, maybe I can use it to lure people into trusting me."
That was the issue, really. Edward knew how to charm people, talk them into things, he was certainly gifted at flirting so people wanted to sleep with him, but there was just nothing as trustworthy as a good old Southern accent. Apparently. "Anyway, I don't think I need to worry about my girls, even so. They follow the green, if you catch my drift, and everyone knows you're raggedy."
"I'm glad I moved to a bigger city, people this side of our great country are so easily charmed by an accent. Some nice southern manners and suddenly everyone is up for listening to you." He didn't have to do much to win people over these days, it was pretty entertaining. Not only was Gotham a perfect fit for his experiments but it was also a place that seemed to love a Georgia boy.
"I don't think I'd ever like henchmen or women or whatever. I don't need them. More people adds more complications. As has been proven in the past, I'm not good with extra people added to my equation." Hence why he always screwed Ed over in the end. It wasn't intentional.
"True, true, Jon-boy, you just aren't that much of a people person and definitely not a team player. But luckily for you, I like you anyway." He winked and leaned forward, mostly to find the bottle. He was feeling entirely too sober still. "The girls just like listening to your voice. I told them that it gets old when you have to listen to it drone on and on about fear or, worse, you have to listen while under fear toxin influence, but they are too charmed. Where's that bourbon? There's your way to charm me."
"Drinks always work better to charm me too. Don't think people do much good at that." Getting to his feet, he walked over and snagged the bottle, setting it down on the coffee table. Dropping back into his chair, he put out his cigarette in the ashtray. Sipping his drink still, he considered everything Edward had told him before frowning, a thought coming to his mind.
"You know, Harvey will be the first rogue I've never given some sort of therapy too. Interesting. Makes him an unpredictable element for me."
"Ah, lucky him. Though he might feel left out. Maybe I ought to gift him a voucher for a free therapy session." That would be the worst present to give anyone. Edward finished pouring his drink and then took a sip. "I got a feeling that he won't find you nearly as charming as my girls do. Although it's fun, he gets oddly phallic with his gun."
He paused, then shrugged. "Or maybe that's just my interpretation, so that may say more about me than about him."
"Sounds like more a you thing. Interesting. Let's talk about it, shall we? What gave Edward Nygma a phallic desire? Shall we talk about your father?" Jonathan trolled, clearly expecting no answer to that besides some swears and more bourbon. He didn't really try to analyse Ed any more. Seemed ultimately a waste of his efforts.
"I do so love our therapy sessions." And with that, Jonathan finished his drink and poured himself another. "To good mental health."
"To good mental health, doc." Edward raised his glass and grinned at his friend. There was maybe no honour among thieves, but he was not quite cynical enough to believe that there was no friendship among rogues. Even if Jonathan would be the first to chastise him for that thought.
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"Well, if I ever need hence girls, think I can lure them away from you." He was only teasing, he felt like Echo and Query were loyal but he liked to have his fun. He even laid on his accent real thick. "Lord have mercy, those girls are sweet."
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That was the issue, really. Edward knew how to charm people, talk them into things, he was certainly gifted at flirting so people wanted to sleep with him, but there was just nothing as trustworthy as a good old Southern accent. Apparently. "Anyway, I don't think I need to worry about my girls, even so. They follow the green, if you catch my drift, and everyone knows you're raggedy."
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"I don't think I'd ever like henchmen or women or whatever. I don't need them. More people adds more complications. As has been proven in the past, I'm not good with extra people added to my equation." Hence why he always screwed Ed over in the end. It wasn't intentional.
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"You know, Harvey will be the first rogue I've never given some sort of therapy too. Interesting. Makes him an unpredictable element for me."
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He paused, then shrugged. "Or maybe that's just my interpretation, so that may say more about me than about him."
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"I do so love our therapy sessions." And with that, Jonathan finished his drink and poured himself another. "To good mental health."
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