[Episode One::?]
I didn't know when he escaped, it just happened. The Riddler, or Edward Nygma, was always good at getting out of tough situations. I should know; I was occasionally his doctor. I wasn't there when he supposedly broke out because, as a small vacation, I had taken a train with my brother to northern Gotham, which was our family's hay farm. When I heard the news, I rushed outside to tell my brother, a detective.
"I see..." Was his only reply. Andy's the type of guy who's absent-minded and quiet, but very smart.
I sighed back, slightly turning and glancing over to him. His gaze was set on the hayfields of the property again. I tugged on his trench-coat's sleeve, urging him to come with me to the car. Although we barely talked anymore, he knew what I was getting at. Our father started the engine and we drove to the train station.
When Andy and I made it to central Gotham, we entered the large doors of Arkham Asylum, past the yellow police line, to speak with the Commissioner, James Gordon.
"Detective. Miss Fields," Gordon greeted Andy, then me. I'm never called 'Doctor' anymore. He continued, "I understand you were Riddler's part-time psychiatrist."
"Yes." I replied, "But I wouldn't know where he could've gone, if that's what your getting at."
"No clues?" He stared off into mid-space after I shook my head slightly, "That's unlike him..."
"Captured." Andy muttered.
"Captured?" I echoed.
"It...it is possible..." Gordon exclaimed, "The power had gone out for a long time. Even the back-up generator was damaged."
"But who would want Riddler?" I blurted out.
"Anyone dumb enough."
"Payback." My brother suggested.
"Fear." The well-known icy voice of Professor Crane sounded from behind. We turned to him, confused as to why someone would capture another out of fear, but he explained, "The correct term of 'payback' is 'fear'. Who ever captured him was clearly afraid of something Riddler possessed. Superior knowledge. Scientific skills. Even his technology could have set someone less academically talented off."
"That just sounds like envy." Gordon spoke, "How does that play with fear?"
"They're obviously some sort of criminal, trying to make it big in the world of villainy. Why else would they capture another criminal, especially one already in custody?" He took a sip of the coffee he was holding, as if this was all nothing to him, "They feared being looked down on by the citizens of Gotham as just a pesky fly. In response, they took one of the best, or in our cases the worst. There's no telling what they'd be doing to the poor man."
"Alright, enough with the sarcasm." I retorted semi-playfully, then tensed up, "How do you know it wasn't Joker? That guy has no reason for anything.""How should I know?" Johnathan spoke sharply as he walked toward the elevator, complaining secretively just before the doors closed on him, "I'm not his doctor."
"What's his problem?" Gordon scoffed.
"He's always been like that." I replied. I knew how much he wanted to be Joker's doctor and pry inside his mind. I knew he felt angry that I had gotten him instead. Despite all that, he was still one of my friends.