This is so Gotham

14

Edward's POV

   No. No! This can't be happening! I can't lose her, not ever! Not again.. When I thought that Kristen Kringle was my love, she didn't have what Rebecca has. The spark to live and accepting me for who I am, the path that I tool in life in becoming The Riddler. She was fine with it all and supported me all the way through.

   "Bruce, call for help again," I ordered. "I did, they won't be here for another 5 minutes," he answered. At this point, I need to carry her there. "Alright, both of you help me," I held her in my arms and prepared to make our way to the precinct. We can't lose her now. We started going as fast as we could, which wasn't full on sprinting because if we did, I would drop Rebecca and then I'd never get her back. We managed to find the ambulance that was on its way towards us.

   Jim and Harvey were inside of it and were relieved to see us. "Give her here," Jim came out and then helped put her on the stretcher. "You're gonna make it," I kissed her forehead and then everyone climbed in the ambulance, except I didn't. "Thank you, Nygma," Jim told me. "Please help her," was all I said before I turned my back to them.

   I forgot that we left Tetch dying back there. Serves him right for trying to kill my best friend, the only girl I could ever respect and actually loves me for who I am. He'll never hypnotize me again, I'm The Riddler and I'm the only one who gets to control my brain.

   I kept wandering the streets for a while when 3 familiar faces decided to show up out of nowhere. "Well well well, Nygma, whatcha doing out here all alone?" Barbara, Tabitha, and Butch stood there with stupid grins on their faces. I just looked away from them, they don't deserve to see me like this. "Something bothering you?" Butch had the audacity to ask, yet it had a hint of concern. "Oswald is still out there, we can help you find him," he offered.

   "Just leave me alone," I shoved past them. I heard Tabitha and Babs snicker behind my back. "The big bad Riddler actually has feelings," they made fun of me. "Enough!" I yelled at them. "That's the Nygma we like to see, now come with us, we can help you," Barbara suggested. I rolled my eyes and actually went with it. Being alone with my feelings out of whack in Gotham could get me into serious trouble, so I might as well stick with people I know. Even if I hate them and they want me dead.