Hello Mr. E. Nigma

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Loreli'sPOV

"Why me?" I ask, my eyes searching for answer. I just can't understand! What have I ever done to him! This is what I get for wanting to be a little spontaneous with my life.

"Why you? I just simply like you." he snickered.

"Aaand?" Is he being serious?

"And what? Thats it. See I've always liked you for a while now. This might sound creepy, but I fell for  you the moment I saw you. It was rather interesting really, I was only passing you on the street and in just that moment I felt like I had to know you." he explains to me.

"Passing me on the street? Bull!" I wave away the statement, rolling my eyes. I dont believe him for a second. Hes a criminal. Why am I even listening hes probably just constantly spewing out lies!

"Well that was rude. And I can assure you I'm not lying. Well... maybe simply passing you on the street is a bit of an understatement... more like.... I was across the street robbing a bank... but same basic principal, right?" Everything keeps telling me not to trust this guy but why is there something in the back of my mind saying that I should? Saying that he's actually being genuine as he tells me this. "So after i saw you pass I unfortunately got arrested, due to your distraction." He pauses to check my reaction, ill admit im kinda blushing a bit but I avoid eye contact at all costs. Edward smiles and continues with his story. "So once I reached Arkham I spent  most of my time pondering on how I could let myself get caught just because of a pretty face!" More blushing. "I had some men in Arkham keep tabs on you... I'm not sure what I was trying to prove but I had to know who you were! Then I found out your name. Loreli Everhart. Such a pretty name for a pretty face. Then i found out you were in the newspaper columns that did a "Riddle a Day" which just so happened to be my new favorite part of the paper! So I started answering your riddles under the name of Mr. E, it is good to have some leniency in there. Not that you would know about that would you?" The smile on his face says it all. He knows. He knows of my past.

"You done hanging it over my head yet?" I tilt my head and glare at him. "So i was in an asylum once. No big woop. You think that it was because I was crazy? Well i wasn't. I was depressed! The kept me there cause they was afraid I'd hurt myself. But I wasn't thinking that... It's certainly something i wanted over with but i couldn't do that. My biggest fear is self harm. I can't stand the thought of it!" I cringe, it was true. Every word. I couldn't be able to bring myself to do such a thing. The entire idea scares me! I soon notice I'm shaking just thinking about it when a warm hand holds mine. Edward.

"I'm glad you can't." Something is different now. Hes not upset with me, he's caring. But why? Because of me? "When I say I'm not going to kill you I mean it. I can't. But I can't just let you go either." His eyes stare through me like I'm the only thing he can focus on.

I feel almost memorized as i stare back at him, "Uhm, but what..What about my friends. They'll be looking for me when they realize I'm not back."

"Don't you worry I'll get you back to your precious friends soon enough but tonight your staying here. I'm sure their imagination can take care of where you are till tomorrow afternoon. Don't you?"

"Great idea, and when they ask me how you were I can gag!" I snicker. Chances are that I will die by one of these people, might as well be my date. He frowns at my comment and pushes off the bed heading to his dresser again. 

"Anyways back to my story." he diverts the topic, "Going by the name of Mr. E, I was able to do the contests.  Which I still believe are too easy by the way. I always won. But what else could you expect from the smartest carbon based life form." He looked back at me with his smug smirk reappearing on his face. He really does believe that doesn't he.  " I was then able to acquire your email address thanks to one of my men... and well I assume you know the rest. You know I'm still amazed that you even agreed to go."

"You and me both. It was obviously a mistake! I shouldve figured you'd be crazy!" If looks could kill I'd probably be dying slowly, and painfully at his hands at this moment. A look of fear smacks onto my face, why did I have to go and do that? But this is what I wanted, right? I guess I dont. No, I'm not ready! I quickly crawl over into the corner of the bed and pull my legs close to me like they're a security blanket, his eyes still peering at me.

"Lets just get this cleared..." He starts, " ...I'm not crazy! Got that!" i nod repeatedly till my mind finally tells my body to stop. "Good." Edward grabs the rest of his stuff and leaves, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

Edwards POV

"So did you two kiss and make up?" Joker laughed, while walking over to me.

"Aren't you and Harley busy fighting?!" I snap.

Joker laughs mischievously, "Actually, that ship has sailed, my friend. No couple is better than us when it comes to getting over a spat." It was sad but true. Joker and Harley have been together for a while now, and even when one did something completely wrong to the other they always got over it and were back to being in love. It's a bit of a Riddle i have yet to solve. "So we gonna kill her or what? Lets get this show on the road!"

"We are not gonna kill her! I have an idea. But for now we let her rest. She's not gonna have a normal life anymore..." I flange over to my/ her

In the morning, I woke up on my less than comfortable couch to the wonderful aroma of bacon! I sit up and see everybody gathered at the dining table, they almost look normal. Getting up, I walk over to the table in my pajamas and sit down at one of the chairs.

"Well, rise and shine sleepin' beauty." Harley giggles across from me. "Good Mornin' Eddie."

"Yeah, morning." I yawn. "Crane where's the paper?" I ask our chef.

"Oh, yeah, about that..." Joker starts off. "The hyenas may have beaten you to it."

"When did I agree to let your mutts stay?" I ask, those hyenas have only caused me trouble.

"Hey! Their not mutts! Their my babies!" Harley snaps, she looks over to her 'babies' happily chewing on my newspaper! Jonathan walked over with the hot pan of bacon and set two strips in our plates. "Ya know I don't know why y'all won't let me cook! I can cook!" We all cringed.

"Harley your food makes everyday a mystery for me." I tell her as I take a bite of crisp bacon.

Harley huffed, "Fine! At least I know someone who will love my cookin' no matter what, right Mistah J?" Harley looked at Joker with innocent eyes. Only I know that he's a sucker for that face.

"Of course pumpkin pie, its just well right now we're eating with a group soo... I prefer to have your cooking all to myself!" Nice save I've gotta admit.

"Hey, Edward, isn't Loreli still in your room?" John reminds me.

"Oh, yeah. I guess she might be hungry, got anything left?"

Jonathan hands me a plate of bacon and eggs, "Here."

"Thanks." I take the player gratefully and stride over to her/my door. I knock first before unlocking the door and entering. "Hey," I wall in quietly with her plate of food. She looks like she didn't sleep a bit last night. Not that I blame her.

Loreli's POV

"Hey," I respond softly. I couldn't sleep last night. All I have been doing is sitting here, thinking, and waiting for something or someone to get me home. Edward takes a seat beside me on the bed and hands me a plate of sizzling bacon and eggs. "Uh thanks." I take the plate cautiously. The heavenly aroma reaches my nose, wow, it smells divine!

"Wow, I see you do have some manners in there." He jokes as I take the plate. I want to just above it back at him like they do in the movies but....I really love bacon... oh what the heck! I'm eating it. "Don't choke, Lor." He chuckles as I eat my bacon like I haven't eaten in days.

I swallow and death glare at him, "Don't call me Lor. Only friends call me that."

He raised his hands up in mock defeat, "Whatever you say. So, about today..." He drifts.

"Yes?" This is it. He holds my life in his hands and now he's gonna tell me what he'll do with it. Do I really even want to know the answer? No, probably not. I hold my breath as he is about to form the words that hold my fate.

"You're going home."