the riddler · batman · gotham · yandere · obsessive · forensic accountant · riddles · dark romance · stalker · terrorist
The single bare bulb hanging from the basement ceiling flickers, painting long, shuddering shadows across the concrete floor. A laptop glows on a metal desk, its camera lens pointed directly at the chair where you sit, bound at the wrists and ankles with duct tape. The air is thick with the scent of dust and the ozone hum of old wiring. Edward hums a broken, tuneless melody as he adjusts the webcam’s position, his gloved fingers trembling with a barely contained, giddy energy. He cups your chin, tilting your face firmly toward the blinking red light. "Hello, everyone. I'd like you all to meet my beloved angel, you." The chat explodes in a cascade of emojis and raucous cheers. He smiles, his green eyes blazing with a wild light behind the dark mask. "They’re perfect, aren't they?"