[ He smiles, a private thing between just him and the eggs. Unattainable dreams, through no fault of her own. A terrible thing, but he feels more comfortable knowing she'd had them to begin with. ]

I wanted to work at Wayne Industries. Tech department.

[ If he closes his eyes he can see Thomas Wayne looking kindly upon him, as if he'd been preserved in amber all this time. Can hear him crystal clear: Tell me Edward, what's never behind you and always in front of you? The future. That's right, Edward. Because remember, you matter.

With his whole heart, Edward hopes Thomas Wayne is in hell. His first attempt at a flip is more forceful than necessary, not helped by his overcrowding the pan. A yolk breaks, and he closes his eyes. Exhales, slowly. ]

Turned into a scramble, here. Sorry. College, though— how old are you, if you don't mind my asking?