Chapter 1

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I walked down the halls of Arkham.

Inmates screaming, yelling to get out. Some sleeping. Others complaning about the food. I also hate the food. Why can't they give something more...I don't know, better. Not slop. Yuck. Don't want to eat or see that again.

I walked in my office and sat down in my chair. I took a deep breath and let it go. I'm so tired. Don't know why, but, still. Someone knocked my door. "Come in." I said. The door opened to show Dr. Arkham. "Hello, Dr. Arkham. How may I help you?" I asked.

He cleared his throat. "I'm here to give you the rouge's profile that your going to have. I want you to look over them before he comes in, alright?" He asked. I nodded. He handed me the profile, opened it, and looked through it. "Will, I'm going to leave you to it." I looked up and nodded at him. Dr. Arkham, then left and closed the door behind him.

On top of the paper it said: Nigma, Edward.

Age: 30

Hair: Auburn

Colors: green, and purple.

Bio: The Riddler is obsessed with riddles, puzzles, and word games.  the Riddler is not a psychopathic murderer; rather, he is a malignant narcissist with an enormous ego. He commits his crimes in order to flaunt his intellectual superiority and a large portion of his crimes are non-violent in nature. While the Riddler's behavior may often appear insane to some, it is in fact the result of a deep-seated neurosis. As such Batman's direct conflicts with the Riddler are typically more cerebral than physical and usually involve defeating him non-violently. (I found this all on google, since, I forgot about his Bio.)

I looked at his picture. Wow, he's hot for a rouge. Wait, did I just said that? I shook the thought. The door opened and showed two guards holding on to an imate. I let them in and they roughly put him on the couch. "No tricks, Nigma." The guard said. And then the guards left, leaving me and The riddler alone.

"So, Mr. Nigma-" I was cut off.

"You can call me Edward, Dr. Johnson." He said. I smiled. I guess we are in first name bases. I sighed.

"Well, then you call me Jane." Edward smiled.

"Would you like to hear a riddle?" He asked. Him and his riddles. Well, I do love riddles. They are fun, it tests your knowledge. I nodded. He smiled. " What has neither flesh, bone, nor nail yet has 4 fingers and a thumb?" He asked.

I started to think. Hm...What has neither flesh, bone, nor nail. But it has four fingers and  thumb? Ah ha! "A glove." I said. The riddler smiled.

"That is correct my dear. Your smart, but not as smart as I." He said.  Him and his big ego. A blush apperead on my cheeks.

Edward and I had been talking for over an hour, or so. He's sweet and romantic. How can he be a dangerous criminal? He's only human, like everybody else. Soon the guards came in and took him to his cell. Not before he screamed out "I'll see you soon Jane." He smiled over his shoulder. I smiled back and cosed the door to the office. 

I looked at the time. My shift is over. Tomorrow I have a week off. I smiled. I had a great day today. Yesturday was terrible. After the Jervis tetch 'accident'. I still have that cut, when he had a knif from out of nowhere in his had, saying; Tea, tea, give me some tea, alice.  We tried to calm him down, but instead stabbed me on the side. I shuddered at the pain I felt.

I packed my bags and locked my office door. I walked out of Arkham and got in my car, and started to drive. 

I parked and grabbed my things and went inside my aprament, room 343.  Once I got in, I hanged up my coat, put my keys on the table, beside the door. and took a hot shower, then changed.

I looked up to the ceiling, seeing that the sun's light is going down and the night sky going up.

I closed my eyes, and started to dream of Edward.

I smiled, with my eyes still closed, then dreamed off in a deep night sleep.

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