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Prologue

One year, eight days, and three hours Edward Nigma had been an inmate of Arkham Asylum. No one would answer his burning question: How did they know where to find him?

It made him angry, they could have at least told him that. Edward suspected it was his rage, and insults that caused them to simply deny him that courtesy of knowing. One of them even spat, "If you're such a genius you'd know."

Edward didn't take kindly to that. Edward didn't take kindly to much. Looking down at his grey patient clothes he sighed. His sense of style had been stripped of him. How he longed to look dashing in a suit, in HIS suit. He missed the question mark motif he made his own back when he was terrorizing the city. He missed the colour green, and how blue it made his eyes look.

His cane had been taken away and likely used as scrap metal. He wanted his things back, especially his hat. He still had money hidden away but sixty percent of it had been confiscated from him, and that was given back to its proper locations he stole it from.

It was all gone now, and he hated his life, and their was a good chance he would rot in jail if any of his victims bodies were discovered. On his court date he was tried as a murderer. Though none of the bodies of his victims had been recovered, the fact that they were missing, or claimed in testimonies to be dead, they didn't have enough to go on. Luckily for him, he had disposed of them in such a way they'd never be found, no one would look where he put them.

Edward Nigma was put in Arkham Asylum by the jury in hopes of 'curing' his 'madness'. They felt with the things he was capable of he should be studied. This at least put him away until they could find a possible shred of evidence against him. It kept him from harming anyone else.

Though they were right in their decision to lock him away, he was still angry. He was angrier than he had been when he was seeking revenge. Even Edward knew something was wrong with that.

His doctor was Dr. Spencer, an older man who seemed to run around Arkham as if he ruled the building. He was close to retirement which meant Edward would have a new doctor soon. Dr. Spencer often set him off in his therapy sessions. He denied any inclination Edward was a genius and simply made him feel like he was an average man with psychotic episodes.

Edward called him a 'moron' and an 'idiot' on several occasions, but more recently began lashing out. His more recent therapy sessions consisted of being tied down to one of the metal chairs or wearing a straight jacket which only infuriated him further.

Dr. Spencer poked at him, and rather unsuccessfully attempted to debunk the reasoning for his madness. Edward was non-responsive to his methods, and it seemed as some sort of a punishment he gave him different drugs that worked as a sedative making it hard to concentrate as well as respond to therapy.

Dr. Spencer put him back on his Paxil hoping it would cause a change of heart in Edward, but the drug continued not to help him in the least. During Dr. Spencer's last therapy session Edward made sure to insult him in every we he could possibly think of. The guards had to pull him from the room as Edward struggled with his bindings so bad, they were afraid he'd injure himself in the process.

Dr. Spencer never did listen to any of his riddles, and even if he had, Edward was sure he'd never answer them correctly. Dr. Spencer was sure to spread his distaste for the Riddler to the next doctor who would be taking his place. Edward couldn't wait to meet the new doctor and rip them apart as well.

Chapter 1

His skin was on fire. It was impossible to focus on anything, and everything was irritating. "Where is Alice? Oh that naughty WICKED girl... she's late!" Jervis said at the cafeteria table across from Edward.

"Jervis, not now." Edward ordered as he attempted to get down the runny scrambled eggs they were serving for breakfast.

Not only was the food awful, but his company was even worse. "But I want to know where she is! She's been avoiding me, and I have to find her..." Jervis twitched a bit, looking around frantically.

Edward shot him a glare. "I've told you every single day for the past few days, Alice isn't coming back. You killed her."

Jervis looked alarmed suddenly, his messy brown hair hanging in his eyes. "What?! No! No! No! I wouldn't do that!"

Edward watched as Jervis had another freak out, it was likely the hundredth he'd seen since Jervis was caught by Batman and sent to Arkham Asylum. "You imbecile... you know what you did, now shut your mouth and eat your breakfast. If I have to tell you one more time to be quiet, you won't like it." Edward forked a piece of sausage into his mouth, watching, almost challengingly, as Jervis whimpered at the thought of harming his precious Alice.

When Jervis said nothing more he looked back down to his half empty plate of unsatisfactory food. He didn't dare try the toast, or "cardboard" as he liked to refer to it. He used to enjoy toast outside of Arkham Asylum, but here it just didn't cut it. Edward pulled at the collar of his patient shirt, but it did little to cool him down. What is wrong with me? These pills are making me feel crazy... I'm not crazy, and this is why I shouldn't be on them. He thought to himself.

"Alice where are you!" Jervis suddenly shouted as though he forgot where he was.

Edward balled his fist and jumped up, throwing himself across the table as he struck the mad hatter right in the jaw, his large front teeth clenched in pain as he whimpered. Before Edward knew what to do next he was being restrained by two of the guards that regularly watched the lunch room. "Don't you get it you moron!? She's dead! You killed her! You killed all of them! You're too stupid to understand that!" He yelled as he was hauled off to his cell.

"Shut up, Nigma! You won't like it if we have to send you to solitary!" The one guard warned him.

Solitary. Also known as Hell in Arkham Asylum. No one knew it, but terrible things happened to patients who went there. Officer Boles, the security guard for Arkham Asylum, was known to the inmates as the 'monster' in the building. Sure, they had Joker in solitary confinement, and they other killers like Bane, and Zsasz, but Boles was a man who could do what he wanted, and never got caught for his crimes.

Edward had seen Harvey Dent come from Solitary Confinement with a black eye. Doctors at Arkham Asylum seemed to look the other way, deciding the patients' wounds were self-inflicted. The last thing Edward wanted to do was wind up there after a tough guy like Harvey had taken such gruesome blows.

Angrily Edward growled as they forced him into his straight jacket and pushed him into his cell barefoot. This wasn't unusual, this happened to him at least once a week since he started under Dr. Spencer's therapy.

He faced the wall, pressing his feet against the cool stone, taking pleasure in the small delights he could. Leaning forward he pressed his forehead against the stone feeling it fight the fever he was experiencing. "Why is it so hot in here?" He grumbled to himself as he heard the cart being rolled down the hallway.

Edward dreaded it every time he heard that cart. He didn't need medicine, it wasn't right for him. He was perfect as he was. He wasn't insane, why didn't anyone see that?

"Time to take your medicine Edward..." The nurse came around a few minutes later.

"I don't need my medicine!" He yelled angrily through the bars of his cell as he hunched over more on his bed.

"Sure, sure, and I don't need time off." The old Spanish lady walked into his cell with help of the guards. "Open up Edward." She instructed, holding the tiny plastic cup and a cup of water in the other hand.

Edward glared at her. "Get away from me with those!"

She sighed with annoyance. "Does it have to be a fight every day, Eddie? Guards, make him cooperate."

One held him still while the other pinched his nose so he had to open up. Edward opened up his mouth and felt the pills enter his mouth before the water hit the back of his throat, making him swallow the cruel devices. The guards let go, watching him struggle and kick with his feet. "You're all incompetent! You can't even see that I don't need them!" He yelled angrily.

The nurse rolled her eyes and rolled on by with her cart. "Have a good day Eddie."

Edward leered after her, feeling the discomfort in his throat from swallowing the pills against his will. Lying on his back he stared up at the ceiling. He was tired but he couldn't sleep. Edward rarely slept most of his life. It wasn't something his body would allow him most of the time, and that caused dark circles to grow darker under his eyes over time.

The door of his cell opened catching his attention again as two of the guards walked in, "Nigma get up, its time for therapy."

He didn't like being ordered around like that. Edward was no servant, he wanted to be treated with some respect. "I don't feel like going to therapy. I'm sick." He said in a rude tone.

"Get up you piece of shit." The one guard grabbed him by one of the straps on his straight jacket, pulling him to his feet in seconds.

"Watch your mouth you degenerate ape!" Edward retorted, only to get hit in the side with the other officers baton.

He let out a painful howl as he tried to curl up instinctually, only to be pulled along down the hallway. "You show us some respect and no one gets hurt. Got it Nigma?" The one guard said in a rather cocky tone.

Edward said nothing, he just continued to seethe as he was pushed into Dr. Spencer's old office. He was greeted by a beautiful petite blonde woman in a light blue dress and lab coat. "Dr. Quinzel, Edward Nigma is ready for his session." The officer said in a completely different tone than he spoke to Edward in.

"Good. Let him sit down." She looked up over her oval glasses.

The guards attached him to her chair, "Call us if he gives you any trouble." The guard told her before leaving.

"Dr. Quinzel is it?" He looked up at her from his chair.

"Yes, Edward. It's nice to meet you." She said calmly looking up at him from over the clipboard she kept on her lap.

"So, they removed Dr. Spencer and gave me a blonde doctor... let's just see how well this goes over." He stated coldly.

Dr. Quinzel watched him shift around in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. "Mr. Nigma, there is no need to act that way simply because of my hair colour. You're a smart man aren't you? That's what your file says."

He didn't like being taunted, and despite her doing no such thing, he felt defensive. "Oh, you've read my file. Then you must know EVERYTHING about me." He leered up at her.

"Actually I don't know nearly enough considering Dr. Spencer worked with you for a year or more. He did very little delving into your mind. Clearly he was the wrong match for you." She looked over at him.

"Really now? So you think YOU are a better person for the job?" He let out a low chuckle. "Pardon me but, it sounds like you're in the right place if you think so."

"Why don't we just find out before we place judgement, alright Mr. Nigma?" She asked.

"Very well..." He couldn't argue here.

"Then let us begin." She adjusted her spectacles.

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