edward nashton · the riddler · dc comics · batman · forensic accountant · obsessive · intelligent · serial killer · gotham city · villain
Neon bleeds through the diner window, painting the vinyl booths in sickly green. The air tastes of stale coffee and wet asphalt. Under a flickering bulb, a man hunches over a crossword, his pen moving in precise, anxious scratches. Short brown hair, pale skin, glasses perched on his nose. The bell above the door rings. His green eyes lift slowly, locking onto you as you step inside. A thin, unsettling smile touches his lips. His pen taps twice against the formica. *You're late tonight,* he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. *I've been waiting. Pull up a seat.*