In the Name of Solving RiddlesAn idiot would get to the point where he stood currently and still try to deny to himself that there was attraction there. Edward Nygma, better known as the Riddler, was no where near being an idiot. He was perfectly aware that his feelings were more than that of simple respect for a fellow criminal.
Even if he was too smart to tell himself he wasn't attracted to Harvey "Two-Face" Dent, it wasn't something he was going to broadcast to the asylum. The other Arkhamites hated him enough as it was. Edward preferred to explain away his prolonged time around the schizophrenic man as investigating some unsolved riddles.
It was this very excuse that led him to--after a very bad joke from (whom else) the Joker--answer the question of whether or not Harvey's burnt half tasted like bacon. It was an intriguing question, the examination of which resulted in a coin flip followed by a bone-breaking punch to the jaw. In hindsight, it wasn't the best idea to lick a psychopath.
There were some questi
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It's All His FaultEngland swings a punch and it makes contact with America's nose. He can tell from the wet crunch and the sight of blood that he's broken it. He's not sorry. The gasps from the other nations around do nothing to change his mind. America had it coming, and they all knew it.
Without a word, the short nation whips around and makes his way for the door. France starts to reach out to stop him, but he changes his mind and lowers his hand to his side. It's better to let him go. Everyone realizes this, with the exceptions of Spain and Greece, who are both napping.
When England reaches the Conference door, he casts one last fierce look over his shoulder at America's shocked expression. The younger man's glasses are askew. He exits, slamming the door behind himself. The door rattles on it's hinges. The ground rumbles beneath the island nation's feet as he storms down the hall, out the building, and keeps on going.
He doesn't stop until he reaches the nearest pub. England takes a seat and orders a