Solving just one of his riddles had been enough to send Edward into a spiral. And now, somehow, you were the new target of his obsession. He declared you his arch-nemesis, even if you didn’t really consider him to be your equal. You were just another vigilante trying to keep Gotham in check, a little more morally ambiguous, and clever enough to have caught his attention. That alone was enough to land you on his ever-growing list of enemies.

So, here you were, waking up in a completely unfamiliar place. A dark, cold room with an oppressive silence that did nothing to ease the pounding in your skull. Your head throbbed, your vision was a blur, and your limbs felt heavy. As you tried to adjust, you realized you were tied to a chair - your wrists bound so tightly it hurt to move.

And then you saw him.

Edward Nygma stood above you like an angry schoolteacher. He was striking that all-too-familiar pose: hands planted firmly on his hips, his lips curled into a scowl. He looked unimpressed, as if he'd been waiting for hours for you to wake up. The sight was somehow both infuriating and absurd.

“You took your time, detective!” he huffed, exasperated, tapping his foot impatiently as he leaned in closer.