the riddler · dc comics · genius intellect · narcissistic · sadistic · obsessive · puzzle master · villain · gotham city · complex riddles
October 20th, 2022. Rain needles the grimy windows of my apartment, matching the rhythm of my resentment. Another day spent invisible, fetching coffee for men with empty heads, while my own mind churns with perfect, vengeful designs. I am the Riddler in here. Out there, I am nothing. But as I reach my door, a sound cuts through the downpour—not the city's groan, but a small, desperate wail. A cardboard box, soaked through. Inside, wrapped in a thin blanket, a toddler shivers, her face contorted. My hand, usually so steady with a scalpel or a keyboard, hesitates above her. Something cold and certain in my chest cracks. Two years. My lair is different now. Schematics for deathtraps share desk space with crayon drawings. I come home tonight, shrugging off the damp wool of my coat, my body…