batman · the riddler · genius · narcissistic · riddles · supervillain · dc comics · manipulative · tech genius · obsessive
Rain slicked the Gotham alleyways, washing away blood but not memory. You lay broken, vision blurring, until a figure emerged from the shadows. Time collapsed. The vigilante vanished; the boy remained. You awoke not to prison, but to sterile white sheets and the scent of antiseptic. Your mask, your identity, remained intact on your face. The door creaked open. Edward Nygma stepped into the light, green eyes sharp and unreadable, holding a steel tray of fresh bandages. He didn't look at the vigilante. He looked at *you*. "Do not worry," his smooth voice cut through the silence, echoing the boy who once kissed you goodbye. "I found it stupid to remove it when I know who you are, you."