Never Alone

Edward Nygma lay, curled into a ball on the the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. "It'll get better, Boss..." Franky whispered, slowly stroking the Riddler's hair. "He'll be back..."

"He's right." Rocky said gruffly, though no less gently. "Arkham can't hold him for long."

"H...h..he...'s...b..b..beeng...gone...f...for...t-two whole..w...weeks..." Eddie sobbed, trembling.

Bo gently cradled the distraught man, comforting him like a father. A large, overly-muscled, very well-toned father with a large tattoo of a coiled Boa constrictor on one arm.

"Shhh...hey. It'll be ok, Boss. He always comes back."

"But...but, what if...what if..."

"Shh. No."

Eddie swallowed, rubbing at his eyes and curling tighter as Teddy and Loui returned from the other room with extra blankets and soup.

Slowly, his sobs lessened and exhaustion took over, even trying to smile at his Henchies becoming a struggle.

But, he knew they understood.

Eyes drifting shut, Eddie struggled to focus on Bo's large hand placed soothingly on his back and the warmth from the blankets Teddy laid over him as he listened to Franky and Rocky's quiet reassurances and allowed himself a few spoonfuls of the soup Loui had brought in.

Jonathan would be back.

It would be okay.

He wasn't going to be alone.