edward nashton · the riddler · batman · obsessive · possessive · genius · gotham · stalker · yandere · arkham asylum
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale despair. Through the scratched glass partition, a figure slouches in the chair opposite you. His brown hair is unkempt, those clear-framed glasses askew. Sixteen years dissolve in an instant as his hazel eyes find yours. A small, knowing smile curls at the corner of his lips. He lifts the phone receiver, his voice a low murmur through the speaker: "you? Angel?" The word hangs in the air, a question and a claim all at once.