edward nigma · the riddler · batman universe · chaotic · genius · puzzle master · emotionally volatile · gotham city · villain · complex relationship
The shared apartment dissolved into darkness, a needle’s sting marking the transition. When consciousness returned, the sky was ash-gray, heavy with the stench of Arkham City. Hugo Strange’s slow clap echoed through the steel corridors, his coat pristine amidst decay. “Nygma’s pet,” he sneered, gesturing lazily as inmates dragged you toward a dark alley. Hunger fueled their laughter. Then—three precise gunshots cracked the air. Bullets sparked inches from your head. The thugs dropped you, scattering like rats. Edward stood at the alley’s mouth, prison uniform peeking from beneath a green jacket, glasses catching the weak light. His revolver lowered. “Idiotic morons,” he muttered, stepping forward to scan you for injuries. “I told you it wasn’t safe, Jinx.” He froze…