No More | Nygmakins & Nygmobblepot

No More | Ngymakins & Nygmobblepot (+ JimLee)

"I was afraid that you'd go back to who you were before. The Riddler. And I like who you've become," she tells him.

"Who's that?"

"Ed Nygma. The Ed that you were before." Before The Riddler started hijacking your body. "My friend."

My bloodbag.

And now she had lost him once again. That cocky asshole with a penchant for possessing her sweet Ed's body came sauntering into her office one night, his seemingly ever-present disco vampire companion, Oswald, in tow.

And no, she was having none of it.

Before she could take care of her little Riddler problem however, she had a bitch to kill and reluctantly joined forces with Oswald briefly in order to accomplish this. What happened to The Riddler while she and Oswald were out and about? Fuck if she cared.

The bitch in question - Sofia Falcone - was easily found shooting holes into Lee's previous bloodbag so that she could more easily drain him of his life force. Damn, she was lazy. And cruel. Sofia had barely even attempted seduction - or anything - to ease Jim's pain while he was being forced to provide her with sustenance.

Despicable.

Lee staked her in the back before she could even turn around, cold as death herself.

And just as Sophia withered and crumpled beside him, Lee crouched down and took Jim into her arms. She had to forcibly turn his head away from Sofia's husk - it was the only way she could get the look of utter terror to disappear from his face.

"Lee?" he asked, feebly reaching up to touch her cheek.

She stilled his hand.

"No, Jim. You're not mine to feed on anymore."

He looked sad, devastated. "So this is it, then?"

Lee realized that he thought he would perish. Like she'd ever let that happen. "No, Jim."

She cradled his head, stroked his hair gently, and gave him the aftercare he was used to following a feeding. And Jim was content - if only for the few fleeting moments it took for her to restore his life.

And then she found The Riddler.

Wily little bastard was holed up underground in The Riddle Factory, (his own little roving "secret club"). Frankly, his "secret club" was not so secret to The Queen of the Narrows, especially since he had set up shop smack dab in the middle of her territory this time.

And she was having none of it. None of him.

Sofia's death had secured her position as Queen - a fact he couldn't help but snark about when she first arrived at his venue of torture, entertainment, and death. And, oh yeah . . . he demanded that she call him "The Riddler."

Lee wasn't going to do that. Her Ed was in that body and she knew what she wanted. She wanted HIM. Fuck The Riddler.

So "Ed" it was, no matter how angry it made that trespassing soul each time she spoke his name because she knew her sweet Ed was in there - and she was getting him back. Even if she had to beat this dick at his own game in order to do so . . .

"You're going to tell me the answer . . . Because deep down you want to," she boldly told that green-clad bastard, hoping Ed could hear her.