The mystery of love.

It was common knowledge around the Asylum that Edward Nigma had a crush on Mist Terry. It was something the inmates would discuss in groups together, some times there were good words passed between each other, other times there were bad things.

One problem with this little get together was the fact that Mist Terry, aka Sphinx renowned assassin, never been caught not even by Batman had died. But, nowadays she was very much alive and a little trip to a lazarus pit solved the problem known as death, but it seemed that her Sphinx persona had died when she had died.

After a brief time at Halloween as the hero known as Ghost, she slipped up and took herself to Arkham to finally rid herself of her demons.

It seemed to be working since she was due to be released soon.

Another problem with the rogues about this little get together was in fact just that. She was a hero, Edward was still, in their eyes, a villain, so the two should not mix, but yet here Edward was, declaring an attraction for the reformed hero.

Said reformed hero was currently sitting in the rec- room by herself, reading one of the few Egyptology books they had. Something die hard and Mist's love of Egypt was one of them.

"Good morning, my Mystery," Edward greeted as he sat next to her on the sofa.

Mist looked over at him and blinked before going back to reading. "Good morning, Edward," she paused before frowning. "You haven't used that nick name in awhile."

"Old habits, as the saying goes," he grinned at her and slowly stretched out, draping one of his arms around her shoulders.

Mist tensed slightly and turned to glare at him. "You have no concept of the word personal space do you?"

"I have excellent concept of the word."

"Can't be that good since you're not following it."

Edward blinked before he slowly removed his arm from her shoulders and she went pleasantly back to reading.

"Did I ever tell you you have stunning emerald eyes?"

She completely stopped reading and slowly turned to him with a dumbstruck look on her face. "Pardon?"

"They're like the very sparkling jewels they're colour is based from," he continued, smiling.

Mist frowned slightly and turned back to reading. "Thank you Edward, but to install a compliment in someone, it has to be about something they don't already know."

He blinked once again. Sometimes he forgot that one of the reasons he fell for her was because she was smart. Almost as smart as him, maybe as smart as him. It was difficult to say.

"My dear, there is nothing wrong with someone telling you something good about yourself that you already know, as long as it is said in an endearing way."

"Edward the way you try to say something endearing to me, is how a maths teacher talks about algebra. You're not very good at it."

"But I'm good at many other things, yes?"

She glanced at him and sighed. "Besides, this whole thing would never work out."

"Why ever not?" He looked bemused. "I mean, I'm perfection so I guess it could be something you do but other then that I don't see how this wouldn't work."

Mist gave him a dull look before sighing and closing her book, placing it on the table in front of them before she went to speak to him. "And that's what I'm talking about. Your narcissism. It was never this bad."

"My dear, you've seen this place, name me one person who doesn't have it."

"And your anger needs lessons in management."

"I like to express my emotions."

"You're rude."

"Simply expressing my opinion of something or someone," he paused before frowning. "And I am only rude if I believe the person is being rude to me first."

"Yeah, so basically the whole human race," she sighed and face palmed. "And there's your other mental issues."

"What other mental issues?"

"Hmmm let me think," she mocked before she began to tick them off. "You're sociopathic, probably even psychopathic, you're paranoid, slightly sexist on occasions, you're possessive and obsessive."

"Who isn't sociopathic in Arkham?" he exclaimed before glaring slightly. "And I am no Joker, not even the Doctors here have diagnosed me as Psychopathic."

"You really think I'm going to believe anything these Doctors say, after them?" Mist hooked her thumb in the direction of Harley and Crane who were sitting next to each other at the table.

"They were never true psychologists," Edward waved her off. "And I am not paranoid, if anything I'm nervous, but that only comes with the job and sexist?! How dare you! I value women as equally as men, especially since most of the women I know can beat me in a fight."

"Okay, maybe you're not sexist, but you are everything else, especially the last two."

"Possessive is just another word for protective and obsessive is just another word love."

She frowned at him and he stared back at her before sighing.

"Alright, I do have one imperfect," he sighed before shrugging. "My nose is a little crooked but that's because Batman used to punch me in the face."

"What do you mean one imperfection, you're practically made of imperfections!"

"Yes, but those are all imperfections I can live with! My doctor told me that if I get my nose broken one more time, my voice will become nassily," he folded his arms across his chest and frowned. "Could you imagine how annoying my voice would be if it sounded like that?"

She frowned at him and raised eyebrow. "You have no idea what your voice sounds like now do you?"

"Nobody does other then other people, it sounds different in our heads."

"I would love to know what yours sounds like in your head."

They both paused and stared at each other for a whole minute before Edward spoke up again.

"I think this is the longest time we've had a proper conversation together. Well… excluding all those times when we were younger of course," he sighed and turned away from her before he looked up again. "What happened?"

"What happened was you turned into this and then I left," Mist sighed and stood up placing the book back on the shelf. "Look if I could wined the years back, I would, I'd change what I did and I wouldn't of left and maybe, just maybe you and I wouldn't of turned into the things we are now and we would of had a nice life together. Unfortunately I can't, nobody can, so things can't change, they're stuck the way they are."

The guard came over to her and narrowed his eyes at Nigma, which was simply pure habit and washed over him. "Terry, time for your therapy session."

Mist nodded and began to walk away before Edward sprang from the sofa and chased after her. "Wait! What if I can prove that I'm still the man you once knew underneath, what if I proved to you that this would actually work?"

"If you did that…" Mist tapped her chin in thought and smiled. "Then I may consider going out with you for dinner."

"Perfect! I'll prove it to you and when that happens, I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever hand!"

"So far Edward, you're the only one I've ever had," with that shaved farewell and walked out with the guard.

Edward stood in the rec-room tapping his chin. "I have to figure out someway to win her over, there must be something."

"Nigma it's time for your art and craft therapy, move it!"

He blinked at the guard who had shouted before a grin spread across his face and he rubbed his hands together. "Oh yes, that will work perfectly."

Group art and craft therapy was a hopeless task and many of the rogues thought it was a pointless thing, but it was better then talking about themselves, so they kinda liked it.

Usually, Edward didn't have a problem in this session, he would draw question marks or ride down riddles, draw very brief blue prints, but this was different and now he was sitting there silently pondering on what to do.

Jonathan glanced over at him and frowned.

"You're quiet," he stated.

Edward stayed silent for a minute. "I was just-."

"No, don't spoil it."

He glared at his so called best friend harshly. "Easy for you to say, you don't have a girlfriend to impress!"

"You're right, I don't," Jonathan agreed before he glanced over at Edward's sulking face and frowned, before sighing. "Look, why don't you just make Mist something."

"What do you think I'm going to do, straw for brains?!" Edward snapped. "I'm just trying to think about what I could do for her."

"Do something that she likes, Riddles," Harley grinned before she frowned. "But nothing ta do with riddles or puzzles."

"But Mist likes those too."

"Yes, but you like them as well," Jonathan pointed out. "She's probably already expecting you to do something like that. Do something that represents her."

"Ya do know what she likes don't ya?"

"Of course I do!" Edward rested his head on his hands and smiled in a dreamy fashion. "I know what her favourite song, is what food she likes, things she likes to do, her Arkham day planner, her normal day schedule, what her favourite colour is, what perfume she uses… ah… everything."

The others in the room stared at him for a moment.

"Umm…" Harley winced slightly. "Slightly verging on the obsessional side there, Riddles."

Edward waved her off. "Obsession is simply another word for love."

"No," Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "Obsession is when people take love too far, something you do quite regularly."

"It doesn't matter, I care for her, I have to do something to prove to her how much I feel."

"What sort of flowers does she like?" Kirk asked quietly from the corner of the room.

"I've already tried flowers," Edward sighed. "It didn't work, she didn't like the roses."

"Are roses her favourite flower?"

"No, but they're romantic, so I thought…"

"Ya thought you'd go traditional or as I like to think of it, lack imagination and actual thought, no wonder she dumped ya!"

He sighed and sank lower in his seat.

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Please, child, lets not pretend that if Joker had given you roses you wouldn't of collapsed into a heap all gooey eyes and love hearts."

"Yeah but that's because with mista J, valentines was a life or death situation!"

"This is not helping me in anyway."

"What's her favourite flower?" Kirk asked.

"Lillies, I don't know why, but Mist just loves them."

"And her favourite colours?"

"Gold and black."

Kirk shrugged before he smiled slightly. "Then why don't you make her paper lilies out of gold and black paper?"

Edward blinked before he smiled. "That's actually not a bad idea."

It didn't take long before he'd made a bunch of gold and black lilies, but it still wasn't enough, so he made another one and another one and another on and so on and so forth until he cleared the black and gold paper section.

"You think that'll be enough," Edward questioned as he finished the last one and added it to the pile. "Show her how much I love her?"

Harley stared at the pile with slight worry. "Or it'll show her how much psychiatric help ya need."

"I have to put them in her cell, tonight," Edward decided. "So when she wakes up, bam! I love you!"

"Trust me, I think she'll get the message," Jonathan deadpanned as he eyed the many lilies that littered the table. "But how on earth are you even going to get them there?"

"Oh, you three are gonna help me!"

"What?!"

"Oh Riddles, I'd love to!"

"I don't mind."

Jonathan blinked. "Why do I have to help?"

"Because there are enough bunches here for each of us to carry three, so you take three, I take three, Harley takes three and Kirk takes three, got it?"

"Yes," Jonathan grit. "I just don't see why I have to be part of your soppy love story."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that and hand you your lilies. Do not break them."

Jonathan wanted to break them just to spite him slightly but, he decided that probably wouldn't of been a very good idea, so he begrudging carried the lillies to Edward's cell where they left them and then it was up to Edward to sneak out in the night and place them around Mist's cell while she was sleeping.

Oh she'd get a surprise when she woke up and then she'd see just how much she meant to him, then he'd prove himself.

Indeed Mist did get a shock when she found her cell full of gold and black lilies all decoratively placed around her cleaned she stared at them in shock before smile fell to her face.

Laughing she shook her head. "Same old Edward, always going overboard."

The guard had a shock when he came to take her to her breakfast, but as she was passing Edward's cell he was holding up a sign to her with slightly pleading eyes behind it.

'Will you have dinner with me?'

Mist smiled and looked up at his bright blue eyes before she winked at him and followed the guard through the corridors and Edward grinned, jumping up in the air and clicking his feet together as he did it.

When it came to dinner time, Edward had practically avoided Mist the whole day and now he sat at the table in the far corner, straightening his jump suit for the hundredth time before he smoothed his hair out and then she was there sitting in front of him, only problem was there was a lot of people next to them.

Hardly the setting for a romantic meal.

Harley must of notice this, because the moment she whistled everyone who had been sitting at that table got up and moved away from them.

"So," Edward smiled. "Did I prove myself right?"

"I wouldn't quite go that far, but you did surprise me," she smiled at him and tilted her head to the side. "So then, what's next on the agenda?"

"Well I don't want to take things too fast, make it feel like I'm rushing you or anything."

Mist laughed slightly before she lifted her cup up to him and smirked. "To love, the most complicated mystery and riddle of them all."

THE END.

Note: Okay so yep, once again one with Mist and Edward and by the looks of it, things are looking up! Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this one!

Next Up: Ace is high: Summary: Sometimes, things are boring in Arkham, so what are five bored rogues in a rec-room with a pack of playing cards going to do? Well play poker of course. There's just one problem, no money to win, so they're going to use the only thing they can. Food.