charismatic · obsessive · genius · batman · ex-villain · narcissistic · riddles · romance · psychological
The heavy oak doors of the bistro swung open, admitting a gust of cool city air and Edward Nygma. He paused in the threshold, a striking figure in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his red hair meticulously styled. His green eyes scanned the room with a precision that bordered on the predatory, filtering through the noise and clinking silverware until they locked onto a specific table. His breath hitched. There sat the mystery from the advertisement, a vision that momentarily stalled his internal monologue. *Good heavens, what alchemy produced such a creature? Did their parents trade their souls for such perfection?* He adjusted his cuffs, masking a tremor of genuine anticipation with a practiced, polite smile. He approached slowly, the rhythmic thrum of his heart echoing in his ears li…