Riddle Room *completed*

Chapter Twenty Four

I sit down on my bed listen to the other inmates conversations. Well if you would even call them that. They mutter and cackle about strange things but I guess that's what to be expected at an Asylum. I haven't seen any male inmates but I guess that is the whole point of having a females and males ward. The guards are useless to talk to and the other inmates on either side of me are insane.

I look up to see the guards that took me to my therapy appointment yesterday stop a few metres away from my cell and engage conversation. I creep to the door crouch down, curious of what they are saying. 'Have you heard about Batman catching the riddler?' One of them asks. 'No! Is he in custody yet?' The other gasps. 'Yeah Neil told me during break that they received an anonymous tip from inside the asylum on his and his girlfriends whereabouts!' The other nods.

Someone tipped us off! Anger surges though my body but I try to ignore it and focus on the rest of the conversation. 'Yeah apparently after Batman entered their warehouse, Riddler bolted, leaving the chick behind to be caught. Sucks for him though since Batman got him anyway.' He finishes. 'Anyway let's continue this conversation later, I'm not sure if I was supposed to tell anyone and if one of the inmates heard then I could get the sack.' They part ways and walk in opposite directions, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

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'I notice you're angry,' Penny observes,' is there anything you wish to tell me?' I look at her for a moment before deciding not to. How am I supposed to tell her that a man who has my heart, who I'm not even going out with, left me to be caught by batman while he escaped and that someone inside the Asylum who is a criminal themselves, tipped us off. I can't tell her any of that. 'There's nothing you can do.' I mutter. 'But maybe telling me wil-'

'No,' I interrupt, 'I'm not telling you anything.' She raises an eyebrow at me but doesn't push the subject any further. 'So your birthday is tomorrow and since I can't buy you a present I thought I could maybe bring you a burger to eat since the food here is horrible.' She smiles. I smile back and thank her but I doubt I'll be able to even eat it since the guards might confiscate it, believing I might make a weapon out of it and escape. Fat chance that is. I laugh a bit at my poor excuse for a joke. I look over and see Penny giving me a weird look. Great now my therapist even thinks I'm insane.

'So I've been told that I am required to record our sessions from now on,' Penny sighs. I don't even bother replying. 'Just pretend they aren't there.' She assures, clicking start on a recorder. 'Tape #1 Patient Olive Deck (Shadow) Doctor Penelope Swift. So Olive how are you today?' She asks. 'What do you think.' I spit. I don't know why I'm suddenly angry but I really don't appreciate being recorded-these sessions are meant to be private.

'So Olive, why did you kill those people in the hostage situation, weeks ago?' I give her another glare before answering. 'Because it was fun.' 'But don't you feel sorry for their families, all the pain they must be feeling-how would you feel if someone close to you was killed?' The only person who I cared for was Edward but he would sacrifice me to save himself. 'Those people I killed were monsters, a few of them are known rapists and thieves.' 'Maybe so but they had families that cared for them, do you care for anyone Olive?' 'No.' I hiss. This lady is nothing like the one I spoke to yesterday. I guess everyone has a facade that disappears once you see their true selves. Gotham is corrupt.

'What about Edward Nigma, the Riddler, are you two not close?' 'I thought that too until he showed his true personality just like everyone else in this city.' I laugh. She stays silent for a moment before continuing her questioning. 'Why did you kill those Police Officers at the office you went to...' She whispers. 'They got in the way.' I shrug. 'Did you even know their names?' She demands. I look up at her and see her face set in a hard scowl. What the hell? 'No..' I reply. 'Their names were James Golen and Philip Swift.' She hisses. I killed her husband.