Ozzie

          _{It’s obvious you understand the blood that’s on my hands
          I’m paralyzed, I can’t escape
          Until I see your face, you’re all I know}

Under the dim lights of the streetlamps, Ed knew that he was being
lured into something very different from anything else he ever knew.
But he went WILLINGLY, with  eyes  wide  open, and  with  a  smile
upon his lips. After all, this glorious darkness rested within him, too.

          “I choose to stay.  I am yours,”  he had said.  And  he  meant
every word.

The moment they stepped into another world  — the underworld of
Gotham,  was the moment he knew that he was hooked and would
never be able to escape. [as though he would ever WANT to.]  This
wondrous world of   purple   &   black  and dark undercurrents was
a low hum in his veins,  warning him to get out out out while he still
had a chance to escape unscathed.

          “A drink.  And perhaps…  a  moment  more  of  your  time?  I
can’t say goodbye just yet.”