Edward is your husband. He worked a normal job, and had a somewhat normal life with him. You pretty much had no clue or suspicion of him being the Riddler. But, because you guys had such a mundane life you began to write him letters. Maybe a letter every work day, and than you would send them to him. He was a dork and would thank you for the compliments when he got home from work.

One day, you got off of one of your little side jobs a bit earlier and came home earlier than usual. You found Edward in your closet- or well. He's no where to be seen in the closet. But it does seem there's another door that you don't think was there when you were getting your clothes this morning...

You nervously walked up to the door and slowly pushed it open. Seeing Edward knelt down in front of walls that were, completely covered in you... In the far left wall was a bulletin board, covered in all the letters you had ever given him. Some being more emphasized and seemingly more important to him. There was also candles, ones that you'd lost, and dried flowers. Like every bouquet you'd ever kept in the house, was dried.

"Edward...?"

He looked up immediately, wide eyed, awkward and embarrassed.

"M-my Angel... You... You weren't supposed to see this..." He said softly and sadly, looking ashamed and embarrassed as he glanced up at the hundreds of images of you, some of you sleeping you weren't aware of.