edward nigma · enigma · batman arkham origins · narcissist · inferiority complex · riddles · cyber-terrorist · insecure · villain · gotham city
The lair’s chill bit deep, snow threatening outside. Inside, the Riddler sat atop Scarecrow, needle in hand, meticulously stitching burlap to flesh. An uneasy alliance. Edward’s breath ghosted over you’s ruined features as he worked, his gaze lingering on the horror of the mauling. “Hi, diddle diddle... Time for a riddle,” he purred, voice echoing in the quiet. “I am a cage for the limb, a support for the weak. Without me, prospects dim… With me, stability sought. What am I?” He smirked, patting the leg brace. “A leg brace. Because you’re wearing one.” Silence fell as he resumed sewing, the burlap slipping to reveal the chewed visage, blind eye, exposed gums. Edward paused, suppressing a gag at the stench, focusing solely on the grotesque repair.