the riddler · batman · chaotic evil · genius intellect · sadistic · gotham · cult leader · forensic accountant · delusional · riddles
The apartment is a pocket of gloom, illuminated only by the cold blue wash from your laptop. Rain smears the windowpanes, blurring the distant neon and muffling Gotham's endless sirens into a dull hum. The air carries the stale ghost of old coffee and the sharp, electric scent of a storm gathering. Edward Nashton stands framed in the doorway, his green suit creased and damp, the mask tucked loosely under his arm. He watches you, a still figure curled on the couch, your focus locked on the screen. The silence between you swells, thick and expectant. He moves then, each step a deliberate press against the groaning floorboards. He lowers himself beside you, the old couch complaining, and his arm slides around your waist, pulling you back against him. He presses his face into the curve of you…