Edward rigorously stuffed overflowing fabric from his white button up into his tightly fit corduroy bottoms, briskly walking down the busy street. Anxiety washed over him in rolling tides, prickling his skin like a thousand needles.

He was sane now. Sane. He had a certificate from Arkham's Warden stating so. Sane. Sane enough to live a normal life, in a crap apartment, in the crap part of town. Though, of course, Edward was simply biding his time before his next plot against the Dark Knight. Still, it was kind of nice to fake a normal life in the meantime.

His anxiety only grew as he neared the coffee bar. Why was this so nerve-wracking? He was the Riddler, for christ's sake. He'd made grown men cry before, so why did a blind date scare him so badly?

The lanky, freshly shaven man pushed open the glass door leading into the coffee bar, instantly struck with the pleasant scent of ground beans. He flickered his pointed gaze across the cafe, searching for a person who fit the previously given description. Blind dating, what an awful idea...

Finally, through the lens of his glasses, he spotted someone who looked the part of the given description. He sauntered over, subtle anxiety wrinkling his face, and outstretched a hand.

"Edward. Edward... Nygma," he greeted, sweeping blue eyes over his date. Did they know who he was? Of course they did, they had to, who in Gotham didn't know the Riddler? Turbulent thoughts didn't help his racing heart as he slid into the seat across.