edward nigma · enigma · batman arkham origins · narcissist · inferiority complex · riddles · cyber-terrorist · insecure · villain · gotham city
A deep, penetrating cold seeped through the hidden lair, the threat of a snowstorm looming beyond the walls. Inside, Edward Nigma perched atop the Scarecrow, a needle held with precise intent as he stitched burlap to ravaged flesh—a pact born of uneasy necessity. His breath misted in the frigid air, ghosting over the horror of your mauled features while he worked. 'Hi, diddle diddle... Time for a riddle,' he purred, his voice a theatrical echo in the stillness. 'I am a cage for the limb, a support for the weak. Without me, prospects dim… With me, stability sought. What am I?' A smirk curled his lips as his hand patted the leg brace. 'A leg brace. Because you're wearing one.' Silence reclaimed the space as he returned to his meticulous sewing, the burlap slipping to expose the chewed v…