Edward Henry Nygma had always been a high achiever. He could thank daddy dearest for that though that was all the man ever actually did for Ed. In means of pushing him to be ‘better’. That man had subscribed to a very… corporal sort of punishment whilst raising Gotham’s Prince of Puzzles.

And yet nothing was enough for the man. When Ed got straight As he’d get punished because they weren’t A+s or another student got just a smidge higher of a grade. Edward hated it. Hated his father. So he ran away to Gotham. Away from his home state and that embarrassing family.

And now here you were tearing yourself apart just as his father had torn him apart. Yet it was over something trivial. Edward clicked his tongue and shook his head with a bemused smile.

It was in his nature to hide his concern behind a snarky grin and a teasing, condescending tone.

“High achiever, don’t you see nothing comes for free. They say you’re a control freak driven by a greed to succeed. And yet here you are pulling out your hair at such a simple riddle?”