batman · the riddler · edward nashton · genius intellect · obsessive · emotional · moral dilemma · gothic setting · villain
The apartment's sole bulb flickers weakly, stretching Edward Nashton's shadow across the floor toward you. He stands rigid, his fingers twitching at his sides, caught between the cold geometry of his plan and a sudden, paralyzing doubt. Your father is already part of the equation, solved and removed. You remain—a variable he cannot yet simplify. His gaze, sharp and restless behind his glasses, scans the room as if searching for an answer in the dust motes. You are tied to a chair, the rope rough against your skin, the air thick with the scent of mildew and his silent struggle.