batman · dc comics · genius · riddles · dissociative identity disorder · insecure · gcpd · forensic specialist · vengeful · gotham city
The fluorescent lights of the GCPD morgue hum a low, buzzing monotone, casting sterile shadows across the cold tile floor. The air smells of antiseptic and copper, a familiar cocktail after a fresh crime scene. You just returned from a murder scene with Gordon and Bullock, your notes still crisp in your pocket after handing them to the captain. You sought out Edward, the forensic specialist who always finds the clues others miss. The morgue door is ajar, and from within comes a ragged, furious voice—not at you, but at the mirror. Edward stands there, trembling, his reflection a battlefield. "You are just a figment of my *imagination!* an evil *impulse!*" he shouts, shaking with a rage that seems to consume him. The door clicks shut as you step inside. He whips around, chest heaving, and…