Unknown Enigma.
Note: Yeah, my first part of my Gotham fic' this may move along slowly, because... well Inspiration per episode. :P
Blood stained the streets and the sidewalk, the body lay cold and lifeless, the man had died sometime in the night, but what was the weapon? That was the question, the riddle even.
Edward scowled slightly. His life was governed by riddles, there was riddle everywhere, if you knew where to look.
He heard the three tell tale steps of… wait.. three? There should only be two, Gordon slightly lighter then Bullock.
He got to his feet, closing his little red leather bond book with the pen on the page he was writing.
He turned and blinked in surprise, before going slightly wide eyed.
No… no it couldn't be, could it?
"What we got Nygma?" asked Bullock, in that usual tone of his. He didn't like Edward, hell, nobody liked him, he didn't know what he did to make them dislike him so much, he just wanted to be liked, was that too much to ask?
Apparently it was.
"Nygma, did ya' here me?" snapped Bullock as he snapped his fingers in Edward's face.
Edward blinked and took a step back from the snapping fingers. He was never very good with people invading his personal space.
"I.. I err, not really, just a straight 22 cm slice across the neck, accurate to the last archery, who ever did this, knew what they were doing," Edward concluded before looking back at the new third party.
Short raven black hair framed a pale face, not a freckle marked the smooth skin of the woman before him, a light pink lip stick stained her lips and a small amount of mascara coated her eyelashes, the bright emerald eyes seemed to sparkle in way he knew all too well.
He knew this woman, he'd gown up with her, he'd been best friends with her, he'd fallen for what could only be thought of as love for her and they'd… spent quite a few nights together should we say.
"Nygma this is-"
"Mist Terry," he finished while he continued to stare at her, a face from his past, a face he never thought he'd see again.
Mist smiled at him. "Edward," she said in that same charming voice that could make anyone weak at the knees. "It's so good to see you," she went on as she hugged him.
Edward stiffened up, before relaxing into the hold he had missed ever so slightly.
"You two know each other?" Gordon questioned.
"We knew each other when we were kids, best friends ever since," Mist explained, a smile pulling at her lips. "So, you don't know what weapon was used?" she asked, turning back to Edward.
Edward shook his head. "It's unique," he said as he went back to the body and examined it, Mist followed behind him and knelt next to him, making her own observations.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing at something sticking out of the injury.
Edward narrowed his eyes. "Don't know… it looks like paint fibre but-"
"How the hell did it get there?" Mist finished for him.
They both glanced at each other
"It couldn't be, could it?" he muttered, a small bit of fear past over his features.
Mist glanced at him. "Do you have a light?"
They both got to their feet and Edward turned to Bullock. "Your lighter, the one you always keep in your side pocket next to your gun, can I have it please. We just need to test something."
Bullock frowned, but complied and gave him the lighter and Edward walked up the street.
"Can you smell it?" she questioned a frown on her face.
"Hard to miss," he muttered in reply before lighting the lighter and placing it to the floor, watching as the flames ran along the trail left by the gasoline.
"Oh hell," muttered Mist as she stared at the Ankh that burned on the ground. "Gentlemen, it seems you have the Sphinx in town. Good luck," she began to walk away, lifting up the tape and and walking under it as she called behind her. "You're going to need it."
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