Hello Mr. E. Nigma

Q&A

"Mrs. Everhart?" the officer asks to snap me out of my zoned out phase.

"It's Miss. And even so I don't care for such titles." I mutter with my head low, my chestnut hair covering my face. "So why am I here? Are you gonna tell me or keep me in suspense?"

"We have received word that for a few months you had been harboring the fugitive known as The Riddler, is this information true?" My eyes widen and my heart beat increases itself. James must have told them. That is the only explanation. I don't know why I'm so surprised though, with the amount of rage he was carrying it would only make sense for him to get back at me this way.

I calm myself down to respond to the question but I know that my tensing up will not go unnoticed. They're behind that glass, watching, waiting, judging me. No doubt the first thought that will go through their heads will be that I'm just as crazy as him for me to do such a thing. They don't have any proof except someone's word for it, I can easily deny and be on my way. But what would be the point? All I would be doing is sitting around and waiting for some miracle for Edward to come back. And luck like that doesn't come around often, especially in Gotham. Carry, she's still here isn't she? My best friend, maybe she's the reason I should stay here and not go to prison. I sigh with a small smile tugging my lips, "No."

"Are you sure about that?"

"You're information came from James, right? Well he happens to be a co-worker with a grudge. I rejected his feelings for me and he just so happens to come up with this." I cross my arms and lean backwards into my chair.

"Well why such a specific story?"

"We were watching the news before he snapped. The Riddler's story of being caught was on at the time. That could be where he got the idea from, wouldn't you think?"

"You know Miss Everhart you've been through a lot today. Records show this is the second conflict you've been in today." Crap. "Around 3:45 A.M you were found at a warehouse within the narrows beaten and bruised by Falcone's men." She picks up a piece of paper and reads off of it, "'I was in my home when suddenly attacked and brought here where they tortured me for hours.' Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't that sound a bit odd? Not only for it being a statement with very little specifics like the men who grabbed you but I fail to see a motive."

"Maybe it was for kicks." I grumble.

"Falcone doesn't do things for kicks. He always has a reason. And you know what is even stranger is what the now conscious men say about what happened." My heart is beating out of my chest by now. I thought I stood a chance but now it's all going to hell. "'It was for revenge. The Riddler had screwed with Falcone's plan. Messing up his girl was the best way to get back at him.'" I cringed at the way she said it. "Want to change your story?" I shake my head a single tear sliding down my face. "Loreli..."

"You of all people do not get the right to call me by my first name."

"I want to help you. You have to give it up. What's this guy got on you. He's locked away, he can't hurt you."

My eyes widen, "You think I'm afraid of him? I'm not! He wouldn't ever hurt me!"

"That's enough." a new voice appears followed by the closing of the door. "I'm Miss Everhart's lawyer." Since when did I have a lawyer? I don't remember asking for one. So who set it up.

"She never asked for a lawyer." the cop states.

"And yet here I am." he said presenting himself. "As far as I'm concerned you shouldn't be here now. So if you don't mind please let me speak to my client." the cop got up defiantly and left me and my lawyer alone. "Hello Miss Everhart. I'm Aron Danes. Your lawyer, in case you didn't catch that the first time around."

"I didn't ask for one." I say, confused as to why he's here and how he knows me.

"I know. I was sent." The lawyer took his suitcase and placed it on the table.

"By who?"

"They wish to remain anonymous. Anyways I'm assuming you'd like to plead not guilty and get off scratch free." he took out a pen from his coat pocket and handed it to me as he opened his suitcase and pulled out a small stack of papers. "I'll just need you to sign some things." I remained silent, this was too easy. Who'd get me a lawyer, and how did they know what was going on? I ponder this for a while only for the mysterious lawyer to snap me out of it by waving a hand in front of my face. "Miss Everhart, this is gonna go to trial whether you want it to or not. They have a lot on you. But I can help if you'll let me."

Eventually, I was able to leave that hell hole and crawl back home into my comfortable bed. Through all of that I hadn't slept a wink. And by the time I get home it's 5:30 pm. They had some rough questions. I had to go with my lawyer to his office to discuss stuff, not that I gave him much to work with, but why should I trust him in the first place, I don't know him. Some rest could do me some good.

Edwards pov

"Come on Nygma, times up." the guard says as he opens the door with harsh light flooding through. Through all of that I didn't sleep a wink. "Man, you look like crap Nygma. Didn't you sleep?"

"Not sure... I don't think so." I respond.

"You sure we're awfully quiet. Do you need me to take you to a nurse or something?" I am so lucky I got one of the kinder guards this time around. Too bad I can't remember his name.

"I'm fine. I just need some rest." Rest... Yeah sure that's it. Who am I kidding I don't need rest. I need Loreli.

Loreli's pov

I need Edward.