<strong>Hector Cobblepot, resting at the bar in the Playground</strong><br/><br/>The world seemed to pass around him while leaving him frozen in place. Sounds faded to a general hum in his ears, his mind and focused turned inward. The drink resting in his hand was barely touched, the liquor not needed for his current mental state. If someone was to gaze at him closely they might notice that his lips move slightly but it was hard to tell if any sound ever escaped them or if he was even speaking words at all.<br/><br/>Hector was lost in the maze of his mind, a tiny figure in the caverns that housed his two alter egos, creations that had once been so remote but now thrived through him and at time could even overpower him. Before him stood Blake and Demetri, each gazing at him curiously, unused to his self examinations that seemed to actually draw him back into himself to such a degree that it often took him some time to find the way back out. Blake was regarding Hector with a bit of a worried expression, always more concerned for Hector than he would truly admit. Demetri seemed overly smug even though he had been toppled in his power struggle.<br/><br/>Ignoring them all together, Hector moved past them, wandering forward to move among his memories. Fragments of experiments that always seemed distorted thanks to the presence of the other two levels of consciousness present. Half of the memories he knew were not even technically his and he did his best to keep them sorted so that he knew where his other two parts ended and he began but sometimes it was so hard. Moving to recent memories, Hector did his best to process them and figure out what exactly had gone wrong. Everything always seemed so jumbled in here and Hector could do little other thank shake his head, a mental process that crossed to physical, resulting in his body randomly reacting.<br/><br/>Before he could really get digging, Hector felt something out of place. With a sigh, he was pulled back to the present and the bar. For several long seconds he started as the hard, polished wood before him, letting everything get reconnected before he made any movements, not wanting to look like more of an idiot that already was known to be. The hairs at the back of his neck prickled and he looked around the corners of her eyes before he noticed her. Valerie. A terrified chill and a pleasured shiver raced their way down his spine as he considered her, unsure if he was the reason for her arrival or if they were both just trying to cover their tracks after what has happened…<br/>