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Ed?"
"Nigma."
Gordon paused; that wasn't the almost child-like voice of the forensic scientist he knew. Not exactly deep but it definitely smooth, arrogant; all but caressing the name it spoke. "Hello?"
"I'm not on a first-name basis with you Detective Gordon. Even if this corrupted, pathetic excuse for a version of my oh so magnificent self is." Gordon heard a deep, over-dramatic sigh. "And to rub salt into the knife wound he goes by "Ed." Of course he would choose that juvenile, version of my beautiful name." Another extremely over-dramatic sigh followed suit.
"Hello?" Gordon asked, placing a hand on the top of his gun.
"Over here, Detective."
Now the voice sounded behind him. Gordon spun around.
"No mustache, that's just strange." The speaker made Gordon's eyebrows raise just a bit. Namely the clothes; how he had strode into the GCPD dressed in a green suit, marked with purple question marks Gordon didn't know. Though considering this was Gotham, the cops just might have seen stranger. Once Gordon looked past the clothes, he noticed the man looked to be in his early thirties, handsome, with red-hair that could be seen beneath a bowler that matched the suit's style of green with purple question marks. The man smirked and suddenly Gordon had a good way to describe both the voice and the smirk: arrogance personified. "Edward Nigma, the real one."
The real Edward Nigma didn't offer Gordon a hand to shake; leaning on a filing cabinet and holding a cane with a question mark on it rather preoccupied the two he had. Even if his hands were free Gordon suspected he still wouldn't offer.
"Did Ed steal your identify?" Gordon asked warily, his hand still on his gun.
"No "Ed", per se." Nigma said the name Ed the way another might say the name of their rival baseball team. Though Gordon didn't think even the most diehard fan, could inject so much malice and disgust into a single name as the real Edward Nigma did. "Ed does not exist. He is a copy shall we say. Fools tried to honor me by bringing me to life in this sad little universe of yours and while had they actually succeeded in bring well me, your universe would be much, much less sad. However, they failed and instead created something that bears the same name Edward Nigma, but is not me." The real Edward Nigma smiled dangerously. "I'm not that stupid."
"Ed's not stupid, he's a smart guy."
Nigma laughed harshly, "Smart yes, by your definition. Please understand Detective Gordon that what to you might be genius, hardly passes as anything more than a mosquito compared to my vast, universe sized intelligence. And when they try to re-create moi, the one constant must be my great intellect. Something they have utterly failed to do. And for this reason "Ed", has been shall we say removed from this universe."
"What'd you mean removed?"
"Do I need to spell it out for you Detective? The version of you I usually deal is much more clever. He's on the border of the border of the border of just almost interesting. At times; when I'm bored out of my skull or very, very high." Nigma flashed Gordon a malicious smile, straightening up. "Lovely to chat with you Detective." Nigma gave a little bow. "While I do bemoan leaving this universe without a Riddler, it's not like you'll be getting Batman either."
Nigma shrugged, gave a little wave, and spun on his heel disappearing behind the filing cabinets.
Gordon blinked and hurried after him, only to find the very strange man gone.
As they above story probably clued you in, I am very unhappy about Gotham's portrayal of Edward Nigma. I'm not particularly happy about Gotham in general but that's kvetching for another time.
This is a cathartic little piece I wrote to vent my feelings. Thank you for reading.
