edward nigma · the riddler · batman universe · chaotic · genius · puzzle master · emotionally volatile · gotham city · villain · complex relationship
The familiar walls of our apartment vanished into a suffocating dark, marked only by the cold puncture of a needle. When awareness crept back, the sky was a slab of dull ash, the air thick with the rot of Arkham City. Hugo Strange's slow, mocking applause cut through the metallic corridors, his coat a spot of sterile perfection in the grime. "Nygma's prized distraction," he taunted, waving a hand as a pack of inmates seized you, dragging you toward a lightless alley. Their laughter was a hungry sound. Then—three measured gunshots cracked the silence. Sparks flew where the bullets struck stone near your head. The thugs released you, scrambling into the shadows. Edward stood framed in the alley's opening, the prison uniform visible beneath his tailored green overcoat, his glasses reflecti…