Prologue: You cannot take the riddles out of the Riddler
Authors note: I have had this idea in my head for a long while but I never got around to writing it. This story is set around the Riddler and a few unseen happy events and painful traumas are revealed which added to why he became the Riddler. Even the Riddler lost more than everyone knew… Enjoy!
Riddle me this, riddle me that,
They go forward, I go back,
They call me crazy, but I can see,
That they are just afraid of me.
They called me insane. Put me in the loony bin along with the rest, in the hopes of curing me. But there is nothing to cure; being a genius isn't an illness. But to them I am just another insane nut job in this god forsaken asylum! All they see is a pitiful man obsessed with riddles, but there is more to me that meets the eye or the brain for that matter. My life is all wrapped up in a mystery. One long sad riddle that not even I can solve. The doctors here think they know me, but they don't. They hardly know of the pain I went through. All I wanted was to make the man who ruined my life suffer for what he had done to me, but then the self righteous Batman had to stick his cape and cowl into it. That was when the games began. His intellect was the only one that could rival my own. Oh how I enjoyed trapping him in my mind games and watching him fight his way to be on top. And he always found a way to beat me. Cheat the master of riddles himself! And this is why I'm here in Arkham now. The doctors try so hard to cure me of my obsession. But you cannot separate the riddle from the Riddler.
Welcome to my world, enjoy your stay,
The world of insanity, is just inches away,
Don't fall down, get back up,
Or your mind will fall down like liquid in a cup.
They always sat me down and said "Now Mr. Nygma, tell me what is on your mind." They always figured that my obsession with riddles was the key to my insanity, and if they broke that key… well they could 'cure' me. But I knew better. Riddles weren't the cause of my apparent problem. It was the Batman, the Batman and everyone else who had jeopardized my past life. Mockeridge was also the main cause, if he hadn't have fired me… well I would still be in pain, but at least I would still have my job. But the doctors never knew one of my other dilemmas that turned me to become the Riddler. No one knew except me… me and… her. The only woman I ever loved, lost along with another thing I deeply cherished. A baby that was never born. But it is all gone now, and all that remains is the Riddler.
Riddle me this, riddle me that,
I had it all, lost it, and now I cannot go back,
If only they knew the real me, then they could've seen…
Who Edward Nygma could've been.
Riddles are all I have left. My intellect and knowhow is the only reason why I am not as insane as the doctors think. But of course I'll play their little therapy mind games just to humour them, plus I might stand a chance of getting out of here if they 'think' they can cure me. Then I'll show them. But little did I know, that their way of therapy would open some old wounds and bring in a few unnecessary past events and people back into my life.
'Who Edward Nygma could've been…'
Authors note: The next chapter and beyond will be longer. This is just the prologue to set off the story. It turned out more like a poem in this story which I made up. Stay tuned and the next chapter shall get better. Please review and tell me your opinion. Thank you!