Interview with Edward Nigma(The Riddler)
Recorded June 13th
Riddle me this, Doc, What draws blood everywhere it goes, ANSWER! An artist with his hands cut off. You workers of Arkham Asylum call my riddles delusional, or even crazy. Maybe I am crazy, but you can't call ME crazy, Hehue- Call my art crazy. My riddles are my art Doc. My old doctor said my riddles are insane, but they're not, there just out of this earth itself, it's far more beyond any human brain, I know he was trying to help, Ol—Why did I kill him, Oh yes I remember, he tried to take away my art. So I showed him a little of how my art works, huehue—But what I did to him was nothing like what my dad did to me.
I was never smart enough, My dad thought I cheated my way to accomplishment, so he beat me out of jealousy, I wonder if your dad beat you out of jealousy. Soon as I toke a step off that school bus, I would show my dad my test hue- I would be so excited, and what I got in return was a beaten of a lifetime, Doc. My mom would always try to help me, pull my dad off, but eventually she just gave up. I don't know why she gave up, but she did, and two months later after she gave up, she was killed, and my dad didn't shed a tear, and I wanted to be as strong as my father and not shed a tear, so I started creating riddles to cover my sadness. I began to ask my dad why he wouldn't shed a tear… He laughed a hard laugh and told me to look under the bed, and Doc, I looked under the bed and revealed a knife of stale old blood. I'm finally just now figuring out what it meant… Do you know what it means, Doc? I'm sure you don't…
This horrible disgusting place you guys call Arkham Asylum tried to remove my riddles. My joy in life, the thing that's keeping me from shedding a TEAR, but you don't understand it doc, Its not my brain that's insane, nor is it my riddles anymore… It's my shallow, hollow heart that's insane; you don't know the pain, Doc. You don't know how it feels to have you father KILL your mother, and I remember putting that same stale blooded knife in my fathers skull… huehue – And the police officer coming, and I couldn't breathe, and he told me this riddle to calm me down. And I answered it within seconds because it was just so easy… and he complimented how fast I got the riddle, and he called me The Riddler. I felt so good to be answer that riddle… and I felt that riddles are the key to life, Doc. They heal me, and they make me feel normal. I'm not a killer, Doc. I'm just The Riddler….