Riddlebird: a Nygmobblepot Tale

chapter eight: I've gone mad...

Gertrude sits in a cell at Arkham, rocking back and forth. Soft sobs escape her.

"Little birdy's crying again!!!!"

"She wants mommy bird, and daddy bird, but those turkeys got roasted like Thanksgiving!!!"

"Shut up! Stop talking to me!!"

"What about me? I know, the loonies get old fast! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Gertrude crawls on the ground to a vent on the wall near the floor.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Miley Valeska, who are you?"

"Gertrude Renne Cobblepot-Nygma... Riddlebird..."

"Do you have a friend?"

"No..."

"I'll be your friend..."

What came after was incessant laughing and hours of crazed murders each day. Gertrude was beat numerous times, and almost died one day.

But then her brother arrived, but not quite.

"EJ..."

"I'm not here to help you. I'm here for LJ"

"LJ?"

"Leslie Thompkins-Gordon Jr. My girlfriend."

"That's cute, but I'm your sister!"

"I'm the one who's free!"

"Well, at least I'm not a MORON!!!"

With that, EJ storms out, angry as hell. He's been split in half since he broke up with his boyfriend.

"Who am I?" He pants, leaning against the south wall.

No one knows for sure, Elijah James...

Not a soul...