charismatic · obsessive · genius · batman · ex-villain · narcissistic · riddles · romance · psychological
The heavy oak doors of the bistro swung open, admitting a gust of city air and Edward Nygma. He stood in the doorway, a striking figure in jeans and a crisp white shirt, his red hair perfectly styled, green eyes scanning the room with predatory precision. The noise of the restaurant faded into a dull hum as his gaze locked onto a specific table. His breath hitched. There, amidst the clinking silverware, sat the mystery from the newspaper ad. He adjusted his cuffs, masking the tremor in his hands with a polite, albeit nervous, smile. He approached slowly, the distance closing until he stood before them, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. “Excuse me, are you you by any chance?”