-A/N-

Alright, so I received a review on (the story is on multiple websites) that stated the following, "Thanks for continuing this story. Have you thought about making this story to be M rated?" Um…I have thought about it, just by making it more violent and using some fouler language. However, I will not at sexual content. It's against my personal beliefs to have sex before marriage, so I simply won't write it, nor mention it. I understand that other people are fine with it before marriage, which is totally okay, that's you. But I won't write it, especially for Shar. I don't believe she would, as she's a psychiatrist and it's shown that marriages that have waited for sex seem to be stronger. Also, I know that some readers don't like reading any content, and won't read it. Those who are fine with it will still read stories that don't have graphic scenes. That being said, thank you for the support and asking a question about the story! I really do appreciate it! =)

-Story Start-

The clock ticked numbly. Her eyes stared into space as she mindlessly stroked the top of her dog's head. Everything was going on smoothly in the asylum. Patients were learning responsibility for caring for themselves and others. The psychiatrists that worked here were happy with the progress that patients were making. This was a new age for the citizens of Gotham. Those that they feared would be released, but they would be cured from whatever it was they were suffering.

Still, it wasn't enough for the warden of Arkham Asylum. No, nothing would be enough for her now. She shut herself in her office all day. When she realized she could go home she would leave, lock herself in her car, then lock herself in her apartment. It was a routine she was all too familiar with. She tried to go to the hospital to visit him once or twice, but it only brought grief on her, so she stopped going.

She wouldn't deny that it was selfish of her. Her guilt consumed her from her lack of courage and selflessness to visit him. It even came to the point where she would go to her room and scream into a pillow while hot tears stung her skin.

A knock sounded on the door to her office that she was locked in. The girl looked at it with no emotions, whatsoever. Quietly, a come in ghosted from her lips. A person walked in, one that she was familiar with. He used to be her friend, but she wasn't sure any more. She hasn't really spoken to any of her friends in a while.

"I came here to check up on you, Shar," a deep voice registered from Bruce Wayne as he sat down. "And there's somewhere I need you to go."

Shar looked at him dully, "I'm fine, Bruce."

"You've stopped taking your medications," he leaned forward. "It's been almost a year since Nygma fell into a coma, Shar. You need to move one."

She sighed and turned her chair around, "It was my fault, Bruce. I could have prevented it from happening. Then, I almost killed Trance, who is still missing, by the way."

Bruce sighed as he stood up, "Come on, I made sure you could leave before I came here." He walked over to her chair and knelt down next to her. "Come with me, please."

Shar looked at him before standing up with a slight nod. Bruce gave a weak smile as he guided her out of her office and out of the asylum. Shar followed expressionlessly, Riolu was close behind her the entire way. Where she was going she didn't know. She didn't even bother to ask. It didn't matter.

Bruce opened the door for her to get in the car. Riolu jumped in before Shar sat down. Bruce looked at her with concern evident in his features. He wasn't sure how Shar was going to take it. Would she freak out and have a mental breakdown, or would she get better? He had no idea.

"Why are we here?" Shar whispered as her louder voice was caught in her throat. She looked hesitantly at Bruce as he took a hold of her hand and guided her towards a building. "Bruce…I!"

"You need to be here, Shar," He spoke kindly. "I got past Joker, now you need to get past Riddler."

"But Joker wasn't your fault…" She looked down at her feet as it kept on walking.

"And neither was Riddler."

Shar held in her voice, she knew that Bruce would win the argument…Even if he was wrong. It was her fault. How couldn't it have been her fault? She stopped. If she didn't stop running then Edward wouldn't have been knocked unconscious.

"Shar," Bruce knocked her out of her thoughts. She looked up. Of course, it was the door leading to Edward Nygma's room.

Shar took a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves. Wait…There's no noise coming in from his room. There should be a beep! Her eyes widened in shock, did he…? No! He couldn't have! Shar looked up at Bruce; fear was evident on her face. The first emotion she's shown in a while.

Bruce opened the door and nudged in. Shar turned around about to protest as tears start to accumulate in her eyes. He closed the door quickly. Shar tried to grip the handle and open it, but it wouldn't budge. This can't be happening. She can't face his death like this!

"Hello?" A voice sounded from behind her.

Shar turned around in shock. A tear fell down from her eye and rolled down her cheek. A foot moved forward. Then, she took another step. Then, she flung herself at the person before her and gripped them in a fierce hug. She sobbed into their chest, unleashing a year's worth of emotions.

The person awkwardly hugged them back and patted their head. They looked down at the girl who was making their shirt wet. They had no idea what to do, who was this girl?

"Who are you?"

Shar paused and looked up, "It's me, Edward…Shar Channing." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and took a step back. "You don't remember?"

"No, should I?" He raised an eyebrow. "If I were to remember you, you must be more important."

"What do you actually remember, Edward?" Shar forced him to sit down on the bed as she placed her hands on his head and felt around.

"Would you stop that!?" He snapped and swatted her hands away.

"Sorry," Shar backed up and ran a hand through her hair trying to get everything processed. "Just tell me what you remember."

Edward paused, "My name."

"Your name?" Shar tilted her head, "What else?"

"That's it."

"I see," Shar nodded and then whispered, "Might not be a bad thing."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing!" Shar waved her hand. "Hand on, I have a friend waiting outside, let me just ask him if he know what's going on."

"Fine," Edward rolled his eyes.

Shar nodded and walked out of the room before quietly shutting the door behind her. She looked up at Bruce who was leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed. He raised an eyebrow encouraging her to speak.

"Edward has lost his memory. He only remembers his name."

"What?"

Shar looked back, "He didn't remember me at all, and I don't think he remembers being the Riddler. He hasn't asked me a riddle." She ran a hand through her hair with a slight smile, "I don't know if it's a bad thing, though. It could make a huge medical breakthrough if his OCD is gone."

"Shar," Bruce sighed. "He's back and he may remember everything. Just be careful. It could be some kind of trap."

Shar nodded, "I will." Shar hopped over to him and gave him a hug, "Thank you for bringing me here, Bruce."

"No problem, not get back in there so you can figure out what to do with him."

"Okay," Shar smiled at him and waved before walking back in the room. "Sorry about that, Edward."

He looked at her lazily and shook his head, "So how do I know you?"

"I was your psychiatrist," Shar pulled up a stool and sat down. "You had a severe case of OCD, probably the worst I've ever seen."

Edward scowled, "There's no way there was something wrong with my mind."

Shar shook her head, "I'm not saying that it wrong. In fact, I enjoyed your obsessions. You placed riddles everywhere and you'd ask riddles all the time. Some of them were obvious, while some were more abstract. You were and probably still are a genius. The smartest man in Gotham." Shar smiled at him while he gave an arrogant smirk.

"Riddles, huh?" he stood up from his bed and looked out the window. "Perhaps I should be called The Riddler."

Shar turned pale. Did he actually remember his life of crime? Surely not! Even a dumb ape could have figured that out! Okay, she's taking on Edward's personality; she needs to back away from that.

"And what? Walk around in a green leotard suit with black question marks and a purple domino mask? All the while wielding a question mark cane?" Shar gave a nervous laugh.

Edward turned back towards her, "Green and purple clash."

Shar hung her head down. If he did have his memory he wouldn't have dare say that. After all, it'd be going against what he thought was oh so brilliant. No, he most definitely didn't have his memory.

"Now what else was our relationship?" Shar blushed and looked away.

"Um…Well," Shar began to mess with her hair, "I-I guess you could consider us fr-friends…And then you kissed me once or um…Twice."

Edward raised an eyebrow, "You must be intelligent, then."

"I-I guess. A-Anyways! Do you know where you'll be staying? Did the hospital staff tell you anything?"

"No."

"Oh, I see," Shar looked down at her hands. "Well, you're welcome to stay in my apartment. I have a guest bedroom and a dog. My dog likes you, so he won't be a problem."

"Dog?"

"Yes, dog. His name is Riolu and he helps me with my patients down at Arkham Asylum."

"That's where I was?"

"Yes," Shar nodded while looking at him. "You were a patient at Arkham Asylum…You were probably the most manageable patient."

"Then," Edward started to walk towards the door, still in the smock like attire. "Let's get out of here."

"Don't you need to be released?"

"I already was, they told me to wait for a friend to come and pick me up. I guess you're that friend."

"Guess so."