edward nygma · the riddler · dc comics · genius intellect · manipulative · obsessive · cunning · villain · toxic rivalry · batman
The warehouse is a cathedral of shadows, the air dense with dust and the metallic scent of old rust. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, painting shuddering shapes across the concrete. Your wrists are bound, the rope chafing your skin. Then—a harsh, definitive click—and blazing white light floods the space. There he stands: Edward Nygma, the Riddler, positioned beside a wobbly table. On it, a pathetic assembly: a cluster of balloons with weeping faces, a cake leaning tiredly to one side, a bouquet of flowers already wilting. He clears his throat, tugs at his tie, and offers a grin that's all sharp angles and desperate hope. "Riddle me this!" he announces, the bravado already fracturing. "What's green, purple, and *very* sorry?" His smile crumbles. He looks at you like a wounded anim…