The Riddler's Daughter

A Year

"Just Die."

Those were her last words to him. Has it been a full year since she talked to him? He was her idol, her mentor, her father. Although the memory still haunts her, she doesn't regret it.

She refuses the name Enigma for that's not her anymore. The words still echoe around her head,

"Go ahead, see if I'll be here in the morning."

Her threat, ignore. He still put her in Arkham. Leaving, despite any of her pleas.

Why was this time different?

It wasn't her who had been caught. After breaking him free, he shoved Enigma into the cell and left. Her own father chose some criminal's story over hers. He didn't trust his own daughter. After everything she did for him.

A year ago.

That's when she made up her mind to no longer to try an impress him.

Enigma is gone.

Now? Now, she pretends to fit in amongst the world that its stupidity alone aggravates her.

Emily.

Back to her real name, hiding amongst those she can't stand. Normal people, the ones who never had to worry about complexed stuff nor did they know the real struggles our world had to face.

She is always hidden within a book, focused on learning. Distraction, that is the only way to fight her impulse to kill those who provoke her. Of course it didn't help that most provoked her.

Killing, hacking, lying, deceiving were only among a few skills she was trying to suppress. An impossible task for those with a photographic memory. Everyday, is a struggle to force herself into something she's not, normal.

" Enigma is Gone."

The words, the young girl had inscribed into the walls of Arkham prior to leaving. She had left everything behind that day. Including the only family she had ever known.

A girl, tired of trying to impress, being locked away, ignored, tested. How hard had she tried to pass every one of his tests to prove her worthiness.

She only tested him once, to see if he really believed in her. The result, Failure. He choose Scarecrow's words over hers.

It's been a year.

A year without a father, trying to fit in, forcing herself to forget the past.

A year hidding, lost in a new perspective of the world. A year, forcing herself to suppress any memories of her prior self, Enigma .

Now?

Now, Emily has returned to her home town of Gotham. The city, appearing to be in the same state as she left it. The same darkness, the scurrying people who were to stupid to stop and care for the life they lived and of course the same corruption. It was all there, as if she had never left.

"I'm back."

She whispered quietly as one foot stepped off the bus.

~ P.O. V Emily~

Although it looked a bit run down, the small building in front of me appeared to meet all my requirements.

Cheap, hidden and no cameras.

Of course, this wasn't the nicest part of Gotham. That was the reason that there wasn't any security plus any camera's it did have were broken or vandalized. I preferred it this way, it's safer. He would find me in a day if any of them even worked, that is if he was even searching.