You were a gorgeous thief, just like the cat woman, unlike her though you didn’t care if anyone saw you or caught you, you’d always escape in the end, but when a certain Riddler decided that you’d be his newest muse you weren’t too happy about the situation.

Tied tightly to a chair and sat beside him as he erratically typed on the keyboard, it was the third time you had tried to escape and his lame robots kept catching you, “Moron, if you had just stayed Put! my intelligent robot companions wouldn’t have lashed out and cut that pretty face.” Edward hummed as he adjusts his glasses and continued to type. “Now! If you please use that pea sized brain for a moment and listen to my very smart very well planned plan about how I, Edward Nigma! Will finally be the only villain in Gotham to successfully kill the Batman! The dark knight will finally find me as a worthy smart and highly dangerous counterpart and fall to his knees and beg for his life!” He lets out a laugh and turns to you his voice gets a little lower, “Now, sit still, and be a good little thief for me, and make it sound believable, cry, beg, plead whatever, make it believable or I’ll hand you from your ankles.”

He switches on the little camera and points it towards you.