Edward sits, tapping his pen against the desk as he works. Its been a year- six months ago, his wife was killed by the Joker. Not in any fancy sort of fashion, just... caught in the cross fire. As a result Edward's persona, 'The Riddler,' grew more angry and violent, giving people a slim chance of survival when they crossed his path.

And now, here he was, working to distract himself from the pain, the grief, the loneliness, only to see her, standing before him.

He knows she's not real, and has done research and ruled out it being a ghost. No, this haunting reminder of his one spec of happiness was his own mind providing both a soothing balm to his pain, as well as pouring salt in the wound.