"So this is what we call home," Shar opened the door and dropped her purse onto the nearby kitchen counter as Riolu bounded in in front of her. "It's not much, but it's good enough." Shar glanced at Edward who walked in and examined it; most likely wondering if it was good enough for him. "We'll have to go shopping and get you some more clothes."

Edward glanced at her and nodded, "Is there a place where I can work?"

Shar nodded, "Do you want a computer, paper and pencils or both?" She reached into a cabinet and took out a pill bottle before choking one of them down.

He looked at her curiously, but didn't ask. He'd check the bottle when she went to bed. Now the question on hand has him. What would be better? Both did have their positive and negative attributes.

"Both."

"Alright," Shar smiled slightly before walking into her bedroom. She came back out with a laptop and placed it on an empty desk. "You can use this. Papers – line, graph and blank – are in the drawers on the right hand side. Top is line, middle is graph and bottom is blank. The middle drawer here has rulers, protractors, wooden figures and some random junk. The drawers on the left have writing utensils – pens, pencils, sharpies, colored pencils and what not."

"Alright," he examined it as he ran his hand over the wood. It was smooth, good.

"Now," Shar walked over to the kitchen, "Pots and pans are in here, organized by smallest to largest. Plates and bowls are organized in the same fashion." She opened a drawer, "Here are the canned goods, and dog food is kept over here, as it can attract insects. Utensils are right here." She bit her lip as she was thinking, "If you have any questions just let me know, 'kay?"

Edward nodded, "Fine."

"Now," Shar looked at her watch, "Do you want to go get some clothes now or wait and get settled down? I'll pay." She didn't know where he had money…Or how it was earned.

"We can go now."

There wasn't much that could get him talking right now, was there? Odd…Considering he was such a chatter box back at the asylum. Was his frontal lobe damaged to the point it changed his personality? That was seen with Phineas Gage with that railroad rod and everything.

"Okay," Shar smiled and picked up her purse, "Let's go then, Edward." She opened the door and waited for him to walk out, "Be a good boy, Riolu." Riolu barked once and Shar closed and locked the door. "Shall we go?"

-Time Skip-

People were staring at Edward oddly. It would take an idiot to not notice it, and Edward was no idiot. His green eyes traveled to meet those who were looking at him as if he were a monster. Some whispered to their friends and family, but he couldn't hear it. Why were they staring at him?

"Why are they looking at me?" Edward looked at Shar who glanced at them. She really didn't want to tell him.

"Well, you kind of made the news…" Shar cleared her throat, "Um…It's a long story; let's just say that you're a famed person here in Gotham and uh…With what your status was people wouldn't be expecting to see you here in the mall. Now," Shar held up some dress pants, "What do you think about these?"

Edward examined them, "They're fine. Do they have anything in green?"

Shar gulped, "Um…I don't know. Why?"

"It's my favorite color."

"Oh," Shar sighed in relief, "Okay. I-I'll check."

Shar walked up to an employer as Edward stayed behind. He picked up some pants, examining the feel of the fabric and the prices. He scoffed. They were too expensive for what they were. What kind of moron would spend money on this crap?

"Ah! Mister Nygma!" A voice sounded causing him to turn around. "I'm surprised to see you here, especially at such an early hour. Are you here to pick up your suits that you ordered after Arkham City?"

"Suits?" He questioned as he quirked an eyebrow. He'd have to get to the bottom of this. "Yes, I am."

"Good!" The man bowed his head and motioned for Edward to follow him.

Edward glanced at Shar who was pointing at some clothes with a female employee. He rolled his eyes and followed the man. Whatever it was, it probably had something to do about his past. He'd have to check up on everything using his computer and what not. Surely the internet would have something about him.

"I must say, Mister Nygma, your new design was a challenge to work with. Exactly what kind of girl is working for you now?"

Edward narrowed his eyes as he looked at the suit. This was most unusual. It appeared to be something that a cat burglar would wear. Why would he have designed this? Though, in no way did he doubt his design was lacking. No, it was tremendous, especially the green he ever so thoughtfully incorporated into the design.

"Mister Nygma?" A man snapped Edward out of his thoughts. "Did you hear me?"

"Sorry," He cleared his throat as he tried to think of this girl that was working for him, he had no idea. "Even she has me puzzled."

The man raised both of his eyebrows in an expression of shock. A person puzzled the famed Riddler? She must be some woman to do that!

"I see," The man zipped up the female's outfit and unzipped the other garment bag revealing a suit covered with question marks. "And here is your usual request. May I just say I'm glad you're no longer wearing that spandex suit?"

"Same here," he mumbled unconsciously.

He blinked a few times, wait. What? He wore a spandex suit? What kind of idiot was he!? No! Edward Nygma was never an idiot; even if he didn't remember. It must have been fashionable at the time, and he had to be the best out of everyone! That still doesn't answer the question why there were question marks everywhere on the suit. Was this for work? Surely the job place wouldn't allow it, even if it is dashing.

"You paid for it an advance, Mister Nygma," The man handed both garment bags to Edward, "So they're all yours."

"Thank you," He looked at them before going back out to the clothes store.

Shar was jumping up and down trying to see over the clothes rack. Edward resisted the urge to slap his hand against his face as he watched the person who was supposed to be intelligent. Shar saw him and walked over to him with a few items in her hands. Her eyes landed on the garment bags in Edward's hands.

"What's that?"

"Some things I had custom made a while back."

"Wait…How do you remember?" Shar's eyes widened in fear.

"A guy that works here came up to me."

"I see," Shar bit her lip as the cogs in her minds worked on over drive.

This must be some kind of underground shop for criminals. If it continues like this then it could be dangerous. Was there a place in Gotham that isn't corrupt? No! She can't be thinking like this, she's not Crimson X anymore.

"Should we pay for these things?" Edward motioned to Shar.

Shar looked down. Did she want to support this underground criminal organization? If she did then they could continue with their business. If she didn't, then would that put her in jeopardy? She should pay for them and then she could do more research or notify Bruce. No, Shar…Notify Bruce, she's not Crimson X. Why can't she get that through her head right now?

"Yeah," Shar nodded and walked to the cashier before pulling out a wallet.

"We'll give you a discount, Mister Nygma," the cashier spoke as she scanned the items. She must know who he is.

Nygma nodded. Of course he was good enough for a discount, he was a genius. Smart people really should be in charge of the world.

Shar watched him carefully as she pulled out some cash. She didn't trust them with her credit card. They could very well take off more money than was in it. That or the police could crash through her door for buying at this store. It was definitely better that she bought things with cash, just like when she was buying stuff for Crimson X. There she goes again, stop it, Shar!

Shar absent mindedly took the backs as they finished paying and walked out of the store. Would it be such a bad thing she become Crimson X again? Sure, things are in Gotham are calm, for now. Would the escalation get worst if she took up her vigilante role again? But…Would someone get hurt like Edward did? She couldn't live with herself if it happened again.

Somehow, Edward was walking ahead of her, but he came to a stop. Shar ran into him and stumbled back. Luckily she didn't fall to the ground. Looking up, she saw Edward staring into a store. Her eyes traveled over. There were various puzzles and games in the store. Shar smiled and took his hand before leading him in.

"Go ahead and pick something out," laughed lightly. "Glad to see something hasn't changed."

Edward glared down at her for treating him like a child before speaking, "What do you mean hasn't changed?"

"While you were in the asylum I would buy you various types of puzzle books," Shar picked some up and showed them to him. "These were the first I bought for you; the most difficult ones. Of course you solved them at a disturbingly fast rate that I was getting worried I'd run out of money or books to buy. Though, I sort of stopped buying them after some events."

Edward picked up a book and flipped through it while nonchalantly asking, "Why not?"

"Uh…" Shar decided to skip the part about him breaking out. "I was fired from my position, which turned out for the best."

Edward glanced at her. How could she get fired from her job? Wasn't she supposed to be smart? Guess not. Why on earth would he have liked her, then? She was alright to look at, but that's not what he wants in a woman. He does want someone who will treat him like a God and one that can actually challenge his highest level of intellect.

"So," Shar piped up smiling next to him, "What do you want?"

Edward looked down at her. What was with her? Something in his mind racked as if he did know her, but he couldn't quite place it. It's like when a person has a word on the tip of their tongue. Gah! How it bothered him!

"Edward?" Shar tilted her head, "You okay?"

"Just trying to remember," He muttered before grabbing a difficult looking book. Of course it wouldn't be difficult for him. "This one."

"Alright, let's pay for it." Shar took a hold of his arm and drug him to the front counter.

The man looked up and gave a weak smile towards Edward. Did he know Edward as well? Seriously, one would think that a super criminal wouldn't be shopping at the malls. Wait that could be exactly why a super criminal would shop at a mall, because it's not expected….But then…No, that could just go on forever, and one wouldn't know when to stop.

"Thank you," Shar nodded towards him and walked out of the store, bags in hand.

Edward followed her. His eyes traced her every movement. How was she familiar? Was it her smile? Maybe. Was it her eyes? Possibly. Her hair? No way. Her hair wasn't familiar at all. It's almost as if it were a different color. What color would it have been? Blond? Eh, maybe, but it seems fake, like it wasn't real.

"Are you wearing a wig?"

Shar stopped in her tracks and looked at Edward, "Not right now."

"But you have?" Edward scratched his chin, "A blond one?"

Shar nodded slowly, "Are you remembering something?"

"Not really," Edward shrugged. "Just trying to place you, I just can't remember it."

"Oh," Shar nodded, "Alright." She bit her lip, "So what are the outfits you had custom made?"

"A suit with question marks," He watched Shar as she didn't seem to be surprised. "And a girl's outfit."

Shar furrowed her eyebrows, "Oh…"

Was there another girl in Edward's life that he never told her about? Who would they be? Was she just a Hench girl or something more? Why is she jealous? Wait…She was, no, she still is in love with Edward Nygma. She couldn't tell him now, though. It could freak him out and he could be gone forever.

"Does it have question marks on it as well?" Shar questioned.

"No."

Now this had Shar confused. No question marks? What the heck? Usually all of his outfits have question marks. The only thing she hasn't seen him in that wasn't covered in question marks was his Arkham patient outfit and the clothes he was wearing now.

"Well," Shar started, "Can I see it?"

Edward unzipped the garment bag.