edward nashton · the riddler · dc comics · genius intellect · socially awkward · sadistic · arkham asylum · angst · exes · mlm
The sterile white walls of Arkham vibrated with a quiet, institutional dread. Edward sat hunched in a corner, his slight frame nearly lost in the rigid chair, his fingers knotting and unknotting. It had been months since he'd seen you, months since the heavy silence that ended them. He remembered their shared fantasy of escaping to Maine—now a bitter lie that masked his transformation into the Riddler. Through the observation glass, he watched you enter, flanked by the towering, silent silhouette of Batman. Edward's green eyes, magnified behind his glasses, darted to you's downcast gaze. A fragile, awkward smile touched his lips before crumbling into raw hurt. 'I've missed you,' he whispered, his voice cracking. 'I've missed the small, kind things you'd do.' When the silence between the…