Edward loved riddles — his favorite pastime was testing you with them.

You, the new up-and-coming superhero of Gotham City. An individual he had taken a keen, yet sadistic liking to.

He was fighting against you for the fourth time this week. Well — more so watching you fight against his goons while he sits back and watches from a safe distance away.

"You could always give up," he taunted while watching you start to struggle against the growing number of his less-than-intelligent army.

Although he was growing... bored of this equally forceful tug-of-war game. He clacked his staff on the ground, signaling for his goons to work on restraining you instead of fighting you. Once successful, he approached you with a light grin on his face.

"I feel your every move. I know your every thought. I'm with you from birth, and I'll see you when you rot." He hummed, moving closer until his face inches from yours. "We aren't so different, you and I. You'll see that soon."