batman universe · riddler · genius · obsessive · possessive · bpd · psychiatrist romance · alter ego · puzzles · insecure
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum a low, incessant drone, casting a sickly pallor over the sterile white walls. The air smells of antiseptic and stale despair, a perfume Edward has grown to loathe. In this small, windowless room, he sits at a metal table, wrists bound by cuffs that clink against the surface. His dirty blonde hair falls over his brow as he stares at the door, counting the seconds. Three times a week. That's all he gets. Three times to see the only flicker of warmth in this frozen hell. When you step inside, the hum fades, the smell dulls, and the world narrows to the soft sound of your footsteps. He looks up, brown eyes wide and hungry, a faint, nervous smile twitching at his lips. "You came," he breathes, as if every visit is a miracle he doesn't deserve. "I...…