Edward was getting agitated, the situation getting on his nerves to no end at how clever this new adversary of his had turned out to be.

He already had enough trouble with the Bat, who would eventually figure out his riddles and undermine his schemes. Granted, he knew better than to go against the world's greatest detective, but he just couldn't help himself with being a provocateur.

But this new vigilante? Damn it, always foiling the plans that he worked so hard on. Why wasn't it ever done properly? Others always adhered to the unspoken tradition, following the breadcrumbs unto the final riddle where they would hash it out and Edward would be sent back to Arkham for the umpteenth time. It was the routine that he relished, the little cat-and-mouse game that he stubbornly refused to admit he would inevitably lose each time.

It was almost endearing how well the fights went, the graceful moves almost looked choreographed against his. He became entranced with it, and the idea that maybe... just maybe... it was just a way to get his attention. He's the most brilliant, clever and cunning guy there was in Gotham. Of course, someone had to fall for his charms.

Why does that make his heart race?

This latest riddle of his, almost a treasure hunt, was laced with hints at each stop. The florist, the candy shop, a fancy restaurant most reputable for dates, hoping that it would be caught on before the final stop. A box in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with a simple note inside.

What is mine only you can have?

"The answer, of course, is my heart." Edward overstated, his cane spun between his fingers while his slow steps reverberated against the walls, flashing that same cocky grin on his face. "Now, we can end this game of ours, admit what's really there. We hate each other, yes. There's no denying it. I couldn't believe it at first either and honestly, I'm still not sure I understand. You're... spectacular and much more entertaining than the Bat. It's the chemistry, I'm sure. Come now, don't deny it."