Hi, this is my first fanfic on this site, but please if you want to give me advice, I am all for it. So the Riddler is one of my favourite Batman villians, but there is a problem fitting him into the movieverse of Batman. This is mostly because of the tone of the movies, less comicy and such. But also because it would hard to live up to the standards of the Joker. If added many may think the Joker and the Riddler are too similar. So my idea was to take the Riddler and start him from the bottom up. How he came to be. I apoligize to the hardcore fans out there, but I've turned the Riddler into a teenager. I've kept a lot of his background and followed the symptoms and signs of a narcissistic personality disorder. I own none of the characters by the way.

So please enjoy my revamped story of the Riddler, and how he brought Gotham to its knees.

"Wake up! You're going to be late to school you moron," Edward felt his body shoved out of the bed. He landed on something sharp, he yelped in pain. It was probably a screw or maybe it was his hammer.

His father's voice continued, "Get up! How are you going to do anything with your life if you're never at school?"

"For god's sake dad, I've told you every week I have a spare in the morning," Edward had to bite his lip in frustration to control himself from lashing out at this small minded moron.

"Liar, now get your ass to school," with that the door was slammed and Edward was left to put his bed back together.

He muttered to himself as usual, one of the only things that kept him from breaking down, "One day Edward, one day I'll make him suffer, and I'll make him pay. The stupid will always die, deserve to fucking die."

The teenager looked up at his reflection, just a scrawny boy with bruises covering his limbs and face. Oh yes, one day he'd show his father how smart he was. One day his father would be the weak one and him the strong one. Edward knew his father couldn't even comprehend the level of intelligence that his son possessed.

Edward mustered up a grin, all he had to do was finish this year, grade 12, and then he'd be out of the shit hole called Gotham. One year and he could go into College, realize his dream of being an engineer. Then he could shove it in his stupid, plumbing, father's face.

After dressing and almost tripping over yet another piece of machinery, Edward Nashton walked into the kitchen where his dad sat.

Giving the man a dirty look from the back he stuck up his nose and proceeded to ignore his father.

It didn't stop the razor sharp words of his father though, "Hey moron, you still failing you're courses? That's all you are, a failure. You won't be living under my roof when you're on welfare and working at Kentucky Fried Chicken."

Edward slammed his knife down on his plate. He didn't know why he always opened his mouth. Maybe because he wanted to prove himself right, show how smart he was. Arguing always made things worse, but he saw it as a challenge to his intellect.

"I probably wouldn't be eligible for welfare, and what do you know about what I can do? If you're not insulting me, you could care less what I do!" He screamed.

His father shrugged, "Sure I do, you're marks tell me everything."

Edward gritted his teeth and grabbed his knapsack and slammed the front door behind him. School bored him; he hated the homework and could care less about the story of Macbeth. He'd much rather work on his devices. So what if his grades had fallen, he'd get out of this stupid funk.

The sky was gray and Edward had the feeling it was going to rain. Great, he'd be soaked by the time when he got home. Then his father would murder him for dirtying the floors.

"Hey, wait for me!" Edward yelled at the public bus. The women at the wheel with tired eyes simply shook her head and closed the door.

"No! What the hell woman?" he gasped as he slowed his pace. "Bitch!" he yelled in anger, a few people who were across the street turned to look at him in horror. He ignored their looks. He didn't care what those stupid citizens thought. He kicked the wall of the bus stop, and sat down on the bench. It would be another 15 minutes till the next one. Great, now he'd be late for school. Looking at his watch Edward realized that the driver had been 2 minutes early! He clenched his hands in fury; the stinging kept him from punching something, or someone.

Edward sighed, "Just another thing for that moron to scream about."

The 15 minutes passed quickly as Edward finished the math problem his teacher had bragged about being incredibly difficult and he tried reading a bit of the Frankenstein novel he was supposed to read. But it took all of his power not to chuck the book at a speeding car.

The bus screeched to a stop in front of him, thank god it wasn't that horrid women, or he may have just punched her. Carefully putting the notebook back in the order he had placed it in and stepped onto the bus. After dropping his change into the machine he almost fell onto the ground as the bus jerked forward. He was able to grab the pole before it happened.

On the bus he worked on most of his physics problems. He grinned at a problem on the sheet and started sketching furiously.

He looked at the question; you pull a 15.0 kg crate up a ramp at a constant speed. The height of the ramp is 5 m. How much work does it take to pull the crate up the ramp? On the diagram a crane had been sketched and underneath it said, "None, the crane will do the work for me." He giggled at his own genius. He grabbed his bag and jumped out the back door of the bus.

"Ed, your late man," a stoner laughed at Edward who grinded his teeth at the nickname.

Edward recognized the lesser being and lived by the rule that making stupid enemies was a stupid idea. So he simply nodded and stated, "Yup." He walked towards the front of the school, a rule for life at a high school, never run. You look like an idiot and someone is bound to yell "Run Forrest, Run!" at you.

Another unwritten rule in high school, you don't want to stand out, you'll always be targeted. But oh, how Edward wanted to stand out to show the world how stupid they were and the intelligence he possessed. Instead of being talked down by all his school mates and teachers, just because school wasn't entertaining enough to hold his attention.

"Hello, name?" the secretary said in a monotone voice.

"Nashton, Edward."

"That's 6 lates Edward. You have a detention today at lunch."

"Oh great, why thank you."

The secretary looked up, an odd look on her face.

Edward sighed and muttered, "I was being sarcastic."

"Pardon?" she leered at him, missing Edward's answer.

He shook his head, "Never mind."

The hallways were empty and Edward dropped off his backpack in his locker. He then grabbed his books, stacking the pile from largest to smallest. While walking to his class he saw his physics teacher, he sighed. This day just kept getting better and better.

"Nashton, could I speak to you?" the nasally voice always got on his nerves.

Edward dreamed of the day of breaking the nose of this ignorant man, "Of course Mr. Marks."

"Look, your marks are… aren't doing too well."

"I know, how would I not know Mr. Marks?" Edward sighed, he started flexing his fingers.

Mr. Marks continued on, "You need to hand in your work Ed."

Edward shrugged and pushed by the teacher, "Whatever, I got to get to class." The teacher didn't object, but Edward knew that Mr. Marks was shaking his head at him. Probably because he thought Edward was stupid, but one day he'd show that teacher how brilliant he was.

He'd show the whole god damn world.