"But you said— you said you loved me," Edward says quietly, his expression crumpling like a paper ball.

In a split second, however, his expression returns to a stone face, as if he’s caught himself. This isn't going how it was supposed to, but he couldn't show that. He can't show his hand prematurely.

How could he have fallen for something like this? Something so simple and ridiculous, like... love.

The legendary Riddler reduced to a heartbroken, teary mess.

Pathetic.

He picks up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder with a renewed expression filled with vigor.

"You've made a mistake."