A/N: Based on two post on tumblr.

Why was it impossible for him to just stump this damn cheater?

All his plans and traps had nothing on the Batman. He couldn't possibly figure out the solutions to these puzzles on his own, he had to be cheating. That is insulting. Was he, The Great Riddler, not important enough for Batman to even solve these on his own. Did he not want to waste his time on these perfectly calculated puzzles that he had to cheat. How dare he! Even when he does figure them out, doesn't he understand the importance of ridding this world of incompetent, useless, good-for-nothing, simpletons. Didn't he understand that by doing this, the world will move forward much faster now that these morons who can't improve themselves won't hold them back.

Edward sat in his dark, dim lighted room, staring at the board full of sketches of his traps, head in hands as he was in full concentration. In one swift move, he ripped the board off the wall, throwing it across the room.

The sudden noise startled you. Edward told you to stay away from him when he was in that room. He was use to being alone which is why he was afraid that when you enter, that you'd break his train of thought. But you were worried. As far as you know, it was unusual for him to do that. You neared the door pushing your ear against it to hear anything, but all you heard was nothing. You knocked, first calling out to him but after awhile your worrisome self got the best of you and opened the door to a mess of papers. There he say back on the chair, head in hands again.

"Ed...you alright?" No response, so you went up to him placing your hand on his back. Startled at this, for he thought he was alone, he turned around in his chair and grabbed his cane.

"W-What are you doing here?! Didn't I tell you not to come in while I was working?!" he shouted.

"You did but I heard something and thought that you were hurt." Why didn't he just appreciate that you were actually worried about him?

"Me? Hurt? Not possible. I'm the only one in the room so there is no way I would let myself get "hurt" unlike your clumsy self." There it is. There's the insult you were looking for. Although this little snap seems different.

"And even if I were hurt, I would call for you, you moronic girl. No matter what, you stay OUT!" you flinched at his yelling. This is different. Edward usually never kept the subject going for this long and he never yelled at you. "Oh for the love of god, are you still here! I said leave you twit!"

"Edward, what is your problem? All I did was check on you. I'm sorry that I was worried about you." you said with a bit of attitude.

"You! You are my problem along with all the other stupid people here in Gotham! I give you simple directions and you can't even follow that!" He turned his back to you. You were not going to take that from him, dangerous criminal or not, he will not talk to you like that.

You went off on him. He just look down at the table in front of him, face splashed with anger, teeth clenched. He couldn't take the yammering anymore. "...shut up..." It still went on. Why won't it stop? "Shut up." You didn't listen. You ignored his request. Then he burst. "DAMMIT, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

With all the anger inside him boiling up, cane still in his hands he turned around abruptly and swung his dominant arm with all the force he had and all the anger in that one swing, it came to a full stop against a head that had no business with that metal cane. The cane with red on it. Everything went unnoticed to Edward until a sudden thud broke the silence that he needed. The fogginess that filled his mind cleared up a bit slowly. Realizing that there was nothing in front of him his eyes slowly looked to the one direction that he hoped nothing would be there. They met. Cold, wide, bloodshot, blue eyes met red.

"Y/N...Y/N." he said calmly. "Y/N wake up... Stop that. Wake up Y/N. That's not funny."

"..."

"I'm being serious Y/N." he said as if calling out a child who hasn't been following directions. "You're getting on my nerves with this."

"..."

"..."

Clank. The metal cane took rest on the floor that contained an empty vessel. He dropped to his knees looking down. His hand slowly went toward yours. A finger poking at your growing cold flesh, and then grasping it. His head leant down to your neck taking in the air of sweetness tainted with the bitterness of copper. Gingerly he planted small kisses hoping to coax you out of whatever it is you're pulling on him. Not a twitch or a shiver he came to felt. His head came back up to look at your face, paler than before staring at nothing of importance. He loved those eyes. They were always so lovely to look at.

He then met your eyes with his teary ones and placed his hand softly to your cheek, afraid that you would break so easily by his touch. "H-hey Y/N... If you stop this little prank of yours, w-we could go watch that movie you wanted...we could go to the p-park if you want too..." he hated it. His voice cracking like that. Made him sound stupid and weak, the complete opposite of who he is. "I-I can t-take you on a our real first date like you wanted." That's when tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry that I was so busy to even plan it." he then planted a chapped kiss to your cheek. "I'm sorry I was too busy for you, I'm sorry I snapp at you so many times for things you didn't even do..." so many kisses littered your face as sorry's were dropping from his mouth like bombs on the scary silence.

I'm sorry about the things I say to you.

I'm sorry you have to put up with me and my selfish antics.

I'm sorry that I didn't give you the attention you deserve.

I'm sorry I ruined you.

I'm sorry you ever had met me.

I'm sorry I even doubted you.

Then that was it. He actually cried and he hadn't done that in years. He cried for so many things at that moment but what got him the most was the fact it was over someone he loved. He didn't know how to do that. he doubted you, not because you wouldn't be able to handle him or that you wouldn't be faithful, but that there might be a chance that you could've abused that love like his lovely parents did. Someone was suppose to love him and ended up beating him for ridiculous things while the other paid no attention as if the whole thing didn't occur. He was afraid that you'd do the same. How silly that a notorious criminal would be afraid of a mere girl. Now that Edward thought about it, it explains as to why he never took you out on a real proper date. It made it all too real.

When he was able to calm himself down, he closed your eyes and laid beside you, burrowing himself within your being, arm draped around your waist. He pulled your arm over him like a cover to protect himself from terrible thoughts.

There he laid whispering things he wished he could have said to you when you were still around. Pretending that you were still around.

Death is a terrible thing. Especially to someone you love.

Especially when you were the one who caused it.