Because Being Crazy Wasn't Bad Enough

[a_pretty_poison]

Pam hurried down the street, taking the last block and a half in a dead run. There were so many other things she'd prefer to do with her time between classes, but no one could in good conscience could leave Arkham entirely in the hands of someone unqualified like Rosie.

Surely two perfectly unqualified heads are better than one, right?

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[wrapped_puzzle]

*Also on his way to Arkham, Edward Nigma wove a somewhat scruffy-looking secondhand bicycle through the city streets. He rode a bike not out of environmental concerns, but financial--recovering from the bankrupt bust that had been his fledgeling dot-com a few years ago, he could less than afford the ever-increasing costs of gasoline and sundry automotive maintenance. A grad student, he is enrolled in Dr. Crane's class as a nontraditional student, working on another degree, and he needs to get to the work he's been stuck with in that class.*

[a_pretty_poison]

Pam pauses at the door, and when she sees Edward coming she waits for him there, leaning against the door and smiling.

And it's totally not that she has a crush on him so stop thinking that.

[wrapped_puzzle]

Why, Miss Isley, so good to see you. Taking in the afternoon sun, are we?

*Edward slings a leg over the bike so that for the last twenty feet or so he is standing on one pedal and holding the handlebars, coasting toward a sturdy-looking post to which he can chain it. Indeed, he amuses himself for just a moment by stopping the bike by stepping down rather than using the brake. In a moment, the bike is chained in place, and he adjusts the messenger bag slung over his shoulder.*

Were you waiting for anyone in particular?

[a_pretty_poison]

"I always enjoy the sun, you know that." She flips her hair over her shoulder in a classic 'look-at-me-I'm-pretty' way. "Looking forward to our project?"