"I'm going to guess the reason you're here is because of the ley-line base the place is on," Edward says, smile slipping. "I don't suggest you try magic here." Because, you know, the demon prison labyrinth under the Asylum is not a good thing to trifle with.

"I'm Edward Nygma. A pleasure. You are a woman in need, however, and-- oh, yes." His phone is beeping. He pulls it out, and then answers it. "Hello. Funny, you got to this a lot sooner than I expected. No, no, it's alright. I have things well in hand. You might want to arrange for a place for magical, nonviolent asylum inmates to rest, however. I'm sure you cans shake somebody out of your belfry that has space. Yes. Quite. You know we sh-- oh dammit, he hung up."

He addressed Andromeda again with a smile. "Batman's on his way. I'm guessing you have no idea what that means, though."