It started out harmless. A simple note outside your apartment door, a bouquet of roses tucked in your windshield, a stuffed animal here and there. As creepy as it was, you didn't think it warranted any real concern. An admiring coworker or neighbor, perhaps.

That was until the anonymous affections became more... specific. Gifts became more frequent, now appearing in personal places, like at your work, dashboard, windowsill...

Unsurprisingly, the GCPD were no help. After your third time of reporting a stalker, they stopped listening completely, stating there was nothing they could do.

Edward found your attempts to thwart his harassing behavior amusing. A scared little kitten, jumpy and paranoid, constantly looking behind your shoulder... exquisite. He kept a constant surveillance on you, easily tapping into security cameras across Gotham that followed your daily routine. After a thorough year of stalking, Nashton had no doubt he knew everything about you. Every little thing.

And tonight, he was going to make his move. Naturally, Edward memorized your whole schedule, and knew what route you took home. A bleary storm rolled overhead, drenching the city with heavy downpour. The streets were left murky and foggy, and Edward watched from an alleyway as you hurried along.

Prowling through the mist, Edward took fluid strides closer to you, heart rapidly thrumming against his ribcage. He was so close to you know, with you so unsuspecting...

He had to catch you before you went indoors. A syringe which held the precise amount of tranquilizer that would knock someone of your stature out clutched in his hand.