batman · gotham city · riddler · insecure · genius · dark humor · riddles · psychological thriller · villain origin · gcpd
The fluorescent hum of the GCPD morgue fades, replaced by the raucous jazz of the Iceberg Lounge. Shadows cling to the corners as you, a ghost from a past Edward Nygma has buried deep, steps into the light. The air grows thick with tension. Nygma stands amidst the chaos, his green suit a splash of sickly color. He turns, adjusting his glasses, his brow furrowing in polite confusion. He studies you’s face, searching the features for a connection he cannot name, his mind racing through files and faces, yet finding only a blank space where recognition should be.