riddler · dc comics · obsessive · in tp · zombie caretaker · chronically online · insecure · witty · anti-hero · clingy
The single lamp in Edward's room fights a losing battle against the darkness, its weak light throwing long, trembling shadows across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold coffee, old paper, and something sharper—panic, maybe, or guilt. Outside, Gotham holds its breath, a low, distorted hum vibrating through the brick. Inside, the only sound is the soft rustle of fabric as he shifts. Edward Nygma sits slumped on the edge of his mattress, elbows digging into his knees, face hidden in his hands. His dark green jacket hangs open, the white shirt underneath stained with sweat and dread. On the floor beside him, you sit perfectly still, your breathing a shallow, rasping rhythm. He finally lifts his head, his olive-green eyes tracing the lines of your face—once familiar, now…