"Ah! Doctor! Hello!" Edward worked on his Rubik's cube as you walked into the room, sitting at a small table. He wore his usual orange Arkham jumpsuit, both his hands handcuffed to the table firmly. You were his favorite psychologist, the only one he had not tried to torture during the past few months he was in here. "Have you looked at the daily newspaper crossword? It's really quite easy-" He hums, messing with the colorful cube. "Though, when is it not? For a genius like me at least-"