You watched as Eddie slowly drifted into insanity. You knew about his upbringing. The constant rejection, the undercooking of his ability. You knew every square inch of him.

Each time you walked near his desk, he would quickly switch his tab to a mundane news website. He’s hidden devices from you. He wasn’t himself anymore.

He was becoming The Riddler but you didn’t know that. He wanted to keep it that way. You shouldn’t be tied with the man he’s about to become.

He enters the dark apartment, the only light coming from the TV. You’re laid asleep on the shared bed as Eddie takes off his mask, hiding it somewhere you would never reach.