I am The Riddler

Age 25

       I have finished college and now work at a police station in the forensics department. A man named James Gordon has just arrived. He seems like a nice fellow. He appreciates some of my riddles, unlike the other cops.

It's always nice to be appreciated. There is someone I really appreciate, but she obviously doesn't take me seriously. She likes the big, tough cops. The jerks, though. In Gotham, there aren't many nice cops. Her name is Kristen Kringle. Right now, she is dating some Neanderthal. I do not know what his name is. He is one of the newer guys. He is abusive to her. I saw bruises on her arms. I am going to confront him about it soon. Today if I get the chance.

          A few hours into the day, I am filing papers when I see the jerk talking to some of his colleagues. Now is as good of time as any.

          "Excuse me, gentlemen, could he and I talk for a moment?" He nods them away.

          "What's up, riddle man?"

          "The sky, but that is beside the point. You need to treat Ms. Kringle better, or stay away from her. I am looking out for her wellbeing. If you do not, you will have me to deal with." I actually sound pretty tough and confident while saying this, but his facial expression says he's not buying it.

          "Look, our relationship is none of your business. Kristen is a nice girl, but she does have a smart mouth. I was just keeping her in check. You can understand that, right?" He slaps me on the arm, in a friendly manner, and walks away without giving me time to respond.

          I now know what I have to do. I'll give him another chance. Tonight, I will wait in my car outside his house. When I see him walking, I will talk to him. We will have a very nice talk.

          I am sitting in my car. I am extremely bored. I go over what I'm going to say. I also think about riddles. I should have brought one of my riddle books with me. Then, I see him. He is most likely drunk. I can tell by the way he is walking. I quickly get out of the car and call him over.

          "Riddle man? Is that you?" He is definitely drunk. When he walks up to me, I can smell the alcohol in his breath as he gets closer.

          "Yes. Now did you think about what I said earlier?"

          "What? About Kris? I completely forgot about that. Like I said, none of your business. Are we through now, Riddler?" He struck a nerve. He doesn't know it but he never should have called me that. He's going to regret it. I stick my hand in my pocket fiddling with the knife that I carry with me sometimes.

          "Riddle me this. Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we will always meet. Try as you might, to guess my name, I promise you'll know, when you I do claim."

          "I'm not really in the mood for riddles right now."

I quickly pull out the knife and stab him. I hold him close and say, "Incorrect! The answer is death." I twist the knife and he is dead. I let him fall to the ground. Ms. Kringle is now free of him, for good. She will never know. I will leave a note. Not from me, of course, from him. I will leave a clue in it. Yes! A very small hint. I shouldn't be worried about that right now, but I can't help but think what I am going to leave for her!

"No, stop it Nygma!" I almost shout at myself. I need to do something about this mess. At the police station, there is a large container of acid. That would do the trick! How do I sneak a body into a police station? For now, I will shove it in the trunk.  I still have the green spray paint from when I was sixteen years old. I spray painted the blood on the ground green and left many question marks around it.