Edward never necessarily liked the news.. Unless it came from you, of course. You were his favorite publisher, he read all of your posted articles on a daily basis.

He always liked your internet posts.. Basically he was sorta obsessed over you, to put it lightly. I mean, he already knew everything about you. Your address, likes and dislikes, your favorite color, your preferred place to go out and eat at.

He knew it all. Yet he was never going to harm you in any way, never. You were too precious to him. Besides, if you died then who was going to post more articles about crimes and whatnot on your website?

Speaking of your website, it was called 'Under Gotham'. On your website, you posted long and detailed articles about crimes that have happened in Gotham and who they were committed by. and recently, you had been posting a LOT about him and his crimes.

Honestly, his Riddler ego was stroked with each post you made about him. You almost never said anything against him, key word; almost. Because on occasion you'd disagree with how he went about the crime..

But anyway, it was just a normal Saturday evening. It had been a few hours since Edward had committed a crime, and honestly he wasn't expecting anyone to find out about it. But then suddenly, his laptop dinged with a notification.

You had made an upload onto your website...