"Police! Open up!"
Edward froze, mouth gaping. He still couldn't seem to process the fact that Batman had beaten him.
"No..."
The cops banged violently on the door, "Open the door, now!"
"No!" Edward yelled back.
How could this have happened? His riddles were near-impossible to solve... And yet Batman had figured them all out in a few hours. The door collapsed in as the cops flooded the cramped little house. Edward stood there, watching in shock as they shut off the monitors and all his other surveillance equipment.
"Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground!"
Edward struggled against the cops as they wrestled him to the ground, "NO!"
They shoved him down on his face, handcuffing him behind his back.
"Tell me!" He demanded, "How did you work out where I was?!"
They pulled him up to his feet gruffly and he started struggling again.
"I, Edward Nigma, will-" and very suddenly a nightstick came into contact with his head and the surveillance room extinguished before his eyes.
When Edward next woke up, it was dark. But he knew exactly where he was. His wrists were cuffed to an aluminum framed bed and there was a lingering odor of bleach and blood. This was Arkham Asylum. Medical ward.
He felt his aching head gingerly, running his fingers along the grooves above his left eyebrow from which the pain seemed to be radiating. Six stitches. And more than likely, given that he was still in the medical ward, he had a mild concussion.
"Heh he he he he heh heh!"
Someone was laughing softly somewhere in the room. And it was only too clear who that somebody was.
"Joker?"
"Oh, Eddie, old boy, nice of you to join us! The asylum just hasn't been the same without you!"
Edward sat up and squinted through the darkness. Across the rows of beds, straight jacketed in the corner, was Joker. As Edward's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he realized how awful the Joker looked.
"What happened to YOU?"
"Oh, nothing, just took a massive dose of a little drug called Titan, maybe you've heard of it?"
Of course he had. Even after he'd escaped Arkham, Edward liked to keep tabs on the secret experiments Dr. Young was conducting on his old inmates.
"I have to say, Joker. Taking over Arkham? Not your most impressive prank."
The Joker laughed hysterically. But his breaths were ragged and uneven as though laughing was painful but he was doing it anyway.
"Eddie, my REAL plan has hardly even begun yet. Just you wait and see..."
The laughter continued even as consciousness left Edward again.