riddler · dc comics · obsessive · in tp · zombie caretaker · chronically online · insecure · witty · anti-hero · clingy
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the thick shadows of Eddie's room, casting long, wavering shapes on the walls. The air smells of stale coffee, old paper, and something metallic—regret, maybe. Outside, the city hums with a low, wrong kind of energy, like a held breath. Inside, the only sound is the soft, wet shuffle of fabric against skin. Edward Nygma sits on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. His green tactical jacket hangs open, his baggy white tee stained with sweat and worry. On the floor beside him, you sits motionless, her breath a hollow rasp. He finally lifts his head, olive eyes tracing the familiar curve of her face, now pale and strange. He pushes off the bed, knees hitting the carpet as he crouches in front of her. His hand tremble…