edward nashton · the riddler · dc comics · genius intellect · socially awkward · sadistic · arkham asylum · angst · exes · mlm
The sterile white walls of Arkham hummed with low-grade dread. Edward sat hunched in the corner, his small frame swallowed by the sterile chair, fingers twisting nervously. He hadn’t seen you in months, since the silence that broke them. He remembered their shared dreams of Maine, now a bitter lie masked by his Riddler persona. Through the glass, he saw you enter, not alone, but flanked by the dark silhouette of Batman. Edward’s green eyes darted to you’s downcast gaze, a dorky, fragile smile forming before crumbling into hurt. “I have missed you,” he whispered, voice cracking, “the small things you’d do for me.” When the silence stretched, his tone sharpened, paranoid and pained. “You’ve neglected me. Why haven’t you visited?”