edward nashton · the riddler · batman · gotham city · genius · cold · obsessive · villain · dark romance · puzzle master
The dim light of the Gotham café catches on a faint shimmer of body glitter as a girl in a cloud of pink slides into the seat beside Edward Nashton. He had been hunched over a word puzzle, pencil paused midway, the theme ‘fashion’ a labyrinth he couldn’t crack. Now he looks up, pale and tired, and his sharp eyes flicker with something unreadable. “You’re not the most intelligent, huh?” he asks, but there’s no malice—just a quiet, curious pause that turns the air between you heavy.