Crimson X

Chapter 2: Medications

                “Hello, Mister Nigma,” Shar smiled as her patient walked into her office. “How are you today?”

                “Smarter than everyone else, as always,” Nigma smirked at her and was shoved into his seat by the guard that escorted him to Shar’s office. “No need to be so harsh. Then again that is how people with idiotic minds behave.”

                “You can leave, thank you,” Channing spoke up before the guard could do anything to her patient. The guard grunted and left the room quickly after slamming the door shut.

                “I have a riddle for you, simpleton,” Edward looked at Channing. “I made it up, so there’s no way you could be able to look up the answer online.”

                “Very well, please go ahead,” Doctor Channing gestured her hand for him to continue.

                “Riddle me this!” The famed Riddler began, “I am in two things necessary for your survival. In one of these things I may kill you if there’s too much. What three syllable thing am I in that may kill you?”

                Doctor Channing chewed on her lip and leaned back in her chair, “Two things necessary for survival…That would include food, water and oxygen…Oxygen is in two of these things, water and itself.” She glanced over at Nigma and then at the ceiling. “If there’s too much water that could kill you…But that’s not three syllables.” She tapped her pencil on the desk as she thought.

                “Do you give up?”

                “No,” she answered quickly as she was thinking of another word for water. “Hydrogen two—H2O! The answer’s H2O!”

                Nigma glared over at her, “That’s correct.” He spat at her. “I guess you’re not as dimwitted as I originally thought. Still, that was just elementary.”

                “Thanks, I guess,” Doctor Channing sighed wondering if it was an insult or a complement. “Should we get started then, Mister Nigma? And in case you’re wondering, I didn’t read your file. I didn’t even search The Riddler.”

                “I’m sure you didn’t,” he smirked. “If you did you’d be quivering out of fear.”

                She gave an awkward smile towards him. Her thoughts leapt back to last night. He was out of his cell and was looking for a computer. Why? She couldn’t just ask him out of nowhere. That would give her identity away.

                “How’s your stay here at Arkham? Do you have everything you need?”

                “Hmm? No questions about why I do the things I do? That’s how these sessions usually start,” the man who is usually clothed in a green suit quirked an eyebrow.