#riddler rp

Edward, rather the deviant Riddler, clicks a pen furiously. His eyes flitter across a blank card. The genius mind works itself over and over.

" God— You know what! Never mind! "

The very green man pushes his chair back with force as he stands. The chair clatters to the floor, sliding across old oak. He slams down the pen. Slim legs stride toward the door in angry steps.

The door flings open, bright light assaults Edward's eyes.

" A walk. A walk eases the mind. At least that's what they say. "

Imperfectly shined dress shoes fall in tandem, trudging forth

Edward collects his coat and cane in the hallway.

What a show Jon, what a show! Don't you agree?

...was it a good call?

Hiding from the public, and private, eyes have proven to become quite a bit of a bore recently. So, here I am. Ask away, to the master of puzzles, the Riddler!

-he/him

HA.

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Doctor Jonathan Crane sits in his office, staring at the newest arrival on his ever-growing list of patients on his list. This one. Edward. The Riddler. Or whatever it was that he called himself.

A small newton's cradle taps away on his desk. Back and forth. Back and forth. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound is in time with the clock that he had just recent fine-tuned and reset. Tap, tap, tap, in sync with every second that ticked by. He knows that, at some point, one will run out of momentum and the other will need to be tuned again. Because there is no such thing as perpetual motion, and Arkham can only afford to give its doctors shitty clocks.

But, for now, they are in sync.

And, for now, all of Jonathan's problems are small ones. Like the paper work that he has yet to file. Like the annoyance that is slowly creeping into every aspect of his life. Like this new patient who he does not have the time nor the patience to entertain. Small things. Things that don't matter.

Slowly, as he watches the guards close the door behind them, Jonathan sets down the pen he had been fiddling with. He never understood the point of the guards, aside from allowing them to pretend like there is something of value in their lives. Aside from waiting the asylum's money and time. Aside from...- he pushes up his glasses.

Tap tap tap.

He reaches out to stop the swinging, dropping the both of them into silence.