"Patient interview number 44," Dr. Young said to her voice recorder as she sat at the neat, organized desk in her neat, organized office. "This is yet another interview with Edward Nigma." She said with a tired tone in her voice; she was past the point of wanting to go to his cell every time to have him hand her snide answers that avoided her direct questions. "I've yet to make up my mind whether he's a genius or just deluded," She said with a half-bitter tone, rolling her eyes. "Whichever one he is," She started, looking up and seeing his handsome face looking in her window, standing right next to a built, heavy-set guard. His clear blue eyes were gazing at her and a sly smile decorated his face. "…just being in his presence is both irritating and exhausting," She sighed as she finished. She looked up and nodded slightly, adjusting her desk to accommodate her guest. The guards opened the door and Edward sauntered in nonchalantly as if the guards were butlers holding the door open just for him. He had confidence in his step, graceful and impressive, almost as if he were leading someone in a slow waltz over to her desk. He pulled out his seat and sat down with dignity, leading her to roll her eyes behind closed eyelids.
"Hello, Ms. Young." He chimed in a sickeningly cheerful voice; the venom that pulsed through his veins, colouring everything he touched to green was evident in his tone. She didn't seem impressed and he put on a fake pout. "You look tired…" He stated and she frowned indignantly. "Anything you need my help with?" He asked with a certain false pity; he already knew the answer, he was just playing around with her emotions and decided to let her know that this certainly wasn't his idea. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs in a somewhat feminine manner, setting his hands on his knees neatly and eying Doctor Young with intense blue eyes.
"No, thank you, Edward," She replied with slight exasperation, leaning forward in her own seat and keeping her own elegant eyes on his and holding a pencil in her hand while it absentmindedly left light marks on her paper as she adjusted in her seat. "I'm here to help you. We all are," She said, and he quirked his eyebrow before his blue eyes darted around the room, half-lidded with disbelief and arrogance. He looked back at her, his expression saying "Really?" And she raised her eyebrows as if to say. "Yes, really." He relaxed his pose slightly and scoffed lightly.
"Forgive my arrogance Doctor, but if you think I need your help, well…" He looked up for a brief moment, baring his teeth in contemplation. "You're in the right place," He completed his sentence with a suave tone, eyes falling back on her with the same coolness they held before. She furrowed her brow in thought for a second, her expression turning slightly confused, and she closed her eyes and waved her hands slightly.
"Let's look at it a different way," She started and he frowned slightly, keeping his eyes half-closed yet quirking an eyebrow, hardly anticipating which direction she was attempting to go with this. She took advantage of his silence, continuing and looking to her clipboard for more information. "Throughout your career, you've specialized in bizarre traps and convoluted clues that, more often than not, result in the death of the unfortunate participants." She said, summarizing what she read. Edward stared at her, a cocky grin sliding onto his face as she repeated his file.
"And if the citizens of Gotham were any smarter," He said as if continuing where she left off. "my games would merely be an amusing diversion." He finished smugly, crossing his arms and looking away from Young with a satisfaction that gave her the familiar sign that he didn't want to talk about it any more. However, Young wasn't done yet.
"You mean instead of deathtraps," She offered smartly, tapping on the clipboard lightly with the eraser of her pencil and blinking at Edward with the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. A flash of irritation crossed Edward's face, but he avoided looking at her and leaned his head back, popping his neck as an aggressive movement.
"You really should be thanking me," He said dangerously. "Weeding out the ignorant, the stupid, the useless," He listed, each adjective getting more venomous. "But don't worry," He said abruptly, all manner of negativity gone from his voice and body language. He uncrossed his arms and looked back at Young, leaning forward and placing his arms on her desk. She instinctively leaned back faintly. "I'm sure YOU would survive." He beamed at her with his handsome smile, and she was immediately set to defense; he had something planned and she snatched up her clipboard and started to scribble furious notes on it, trying to avoid his gaze.
He, in the meantime, looked around slightly, puckering out his lips in a bored fashion and finding a picture on her desk. He reached out and took the picture off her desk and examined it with mock fondness. "What a lovely photo on your desk, doctor," He said as he gazed at the woman in the picture. "Your family?" He asked before adding, "Mother, perhaps?"
She looked up for a brief moment and her eyes fell on the picture. "Put that down!" She exclaimed, scooting her chair back and standing up, seizing the picture from him. "Get out!" She demanded as she held the photo to her chest and glared down at him. He returned the intensity of the glare, a wide smile across his face and his upper teeth barely visible; he had gotten through to her. "Guards!" She called, reaching forward and stopping the recording hastily as the guards burst through the door and each took one of Edward's arms within their own. They realized how light he was and they shifted the weight; now one was dragging him while the other had his weapon trained on his face.
"Have a good one, doctor!" He called cheerily as he was being dragged off. She shuddered and placed the picture back down on her desk carefully and leaning against the edge of the desk for support.
