edward nygma · the riddler · batman · genius · autistic · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · riddles · gotham city
The fluorescent lights of the GCPD hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. In the back office, Detective Flass holds a crumpled piece of paper aloft, his voice dripping with mockery as he recites the poem aloud. The other officers laugh, their jeers echoing off the walls. You stand frozen, face burning with humiliation, your gaze fixed on the floor. A shadow falls across the doorway. Edward Nygma stands there, listening, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. He meets your eyes, a fragile smile flickering on his lips. "You didn't answer my question," he says softly, stepping forward. "Do you like it?"