A/N: New posting schedule because I'm almost completely finished with this story! I will now be posting two chapters a week, Wednesday and Friday. This story is actually around 53 chapters so I'm a little less than halfway through posting it on here! Thanks to everyone that has been reading it so far. What do you guys think? Feedback is always helpful. :)

Edward's P.O.V.

I glanced down at Ridley when I sensed her drift off to sleep. I had a feeling that she'd been having nightmares, but I didn't know how bad they were until now. I'd been extremely lucky to be up at this time, I normally would've been asleep, unaware of what perils Ridley was going through.

I couldn't sleep, no thanks to the stitches in my side. Sleeping on my left side had become a habit and with the stitches making it wholly uncomfortable, it was impossible for me to fall asleep. I'd gotten up to do some work cursing Jon even though I knew that it technically wasn't his fault. Didn't understand why I had taken such a dumb risk, I was Edward Nygma, The Riddler, and The Riddler didn't make dumb mistakes. Working on pure instinct, however, made me act in an unorthodox way that I was still trying to figure out.

I was working on the logistics for our next mission, trying to figure out how to incorporate Ridley into the mix. There were just too many variables and I needed to consider them all. There was no room for error, I would not allow the same thing to happen again. While I was doing this, my eye had strayed to the monitor that I kept solely to keep an eye on Ridley when she was in her room. Call me a creep or voyeur, but I really only used it to make sure no one like Nightwing came calling. We had a close call that one time, and I didn't want to repeat it.

This time, however, instead of some vigilante, I saw Ridley throw up on her bed before rushing off to her bathroom. I was halfway out of my seat and making my way to the door before I realized what I was doing.

I'm only doing this for Anna. I told myself. I made a promise and I will stick to it. Whatever it takes. Love made you stupid, but it also made you stronger. It all depended on how you did with it. Now, sitting on the bathroom floor with Ridley clinging to me in her sleep like a child, I knew that more than ever.

Wincing as I felt the strain of the stitches, I got to my feet, cradling Ridley in my arms. Her bed was completely ruined at the moment thanks to the vomit, it wouldn't take much to clean it up, or at least get some clean sheets. A part of me wondered why I was even doing this, but I brushed it away, deciding to bring her to my room for the rest of the night. She's most likely claw my eyes out later, but it was my only option.

Walking out of the bathroom I grimaced at the putrid smell already accumulating. In the morning, I would clean it up. Jon would yell at me when he found out like he does every other time. I gripped Ridley tighter when I thought of him. This was his fault. I was certain of it.

Thanks to getting my hands on all of her medical files (I had good contacts, under a different name of course), I knew for a fact that she didn't suffer from any nightmares when she was with Bruce Wayne. That meant that the nightmares started after she came into our custody. And only one thing made sense of that: Jons' Fear Toxin.

Normally the effects of the Toxin wore off after a few hours, but that was with normal people. Ridley wasn't normal, and I didn't mean that in a bad way. Because she couldn't remember anything from before she was six, I was certain that her nightmares weren't actually nightmares, but rather suppressed memories. I shuddered when I thought about what Jon might do when he found out about it. I couldn't tell him.

Passing by her desk, my eye caught on an open page of Ridley's notebook. Taking a closer look I saw that several random notes were scrawled on it. My eye had caught on the words 'Jon' and 'Tsundere'. I furrowed my brow in concentration. Didn't Ridley unknowingly sign that word to me? She said that it didn't mean anything but I had my doubts. Why was it written along with Jon's name? And circled for heaven's sake?

A smaller pair of notes in the margins read: 'Jon's more Tsuntsun than Deredere', and 'Jerk with a heart of gold?'. Jon was most certainly a jerk, I don't know about the 'heart of gold' part though. I made a mental note to look up the term Tsundere later and exited Ridley's room.

Opening my door with a foot, I entered and walked over to my couch where she'd tended to my wound several hours before. I leaned down with some difficulty and set Ridley down, trying to detangle her from me. It was no use, she just subconsciously continued to cling to me and didn't let go.

I looked at her again, and sighed, "You really are a piece of work, you know?"

She grunted and buried her face deeper into my shoulder. My heart stirred with a sense of affection for the poor girl and I stood back up before walking over to my bed.

I carefully laid her down and stretched, back aching from holding her for so long. She didn't weigh much, probably only 95 pounds or so, much to light from someone of her age. I'd need to make sure she ate more. Argh! Here I was, acting worse than Selina with her 'mother cat' attitude. I scowled.

What Ridley did and didn't eat was none of my concern. She was only here in this room with me because hers was otherwise occupied by the mess she'd made; not that it wasn't her fault.

I tucked her in before making my way over to the other side of the bed and getting in myself, leaving plenty of room between us. I didn't want to intrude on her space any more than I already had. I glanced over at her realizing how peaceful she looked when she slept. No sign of bad dreams from what I could tell which was good.

The urge to move closer to her overcame me, but I managed to suppress it. I didn't want to scare her when she woke up, though I probably would regardless. Before I could make a decision, Ridley made it for me. She snuggled up close to me with a content sigh. Laying on my back staring at the ceiling, I wondered what type of trouble is get into this time.