Edward Nygma @riddled-mind - Tumblr Blog

misskringle‌:

“You’re just saying that. You’re trying to–I know you. You and your mind games. I’m not falling for it.”

“So you never were curious how that very respectable medical examiner suddenly had body parts found in his locker?”

misskringle‌:

“I’m remembering it the proper way. And–what are you talking about? Eddie–he meant well. He always did. He was just a bit faulty in his execution.”

“Oh sure, he meant well ... for himself. Have to give the nerd credit for that, he always did look out for number one.”

misskringle‌:

“You have a faulty memory. Which–I suppose I can’t blame you for. You…A kind heart is more–that’s what one needs. They need to find someone with a kind heart–awkward as they may be. I can’t have that with you.”

“I was the one who told him to stop fumbling and stumbling, but sure. Remember it your way. And let’s be honest here, are we really sure that Eddie was ever kind?”

misskringle‌:

“The only weakling I see here is you. You overcompensate. You’re doing so right now. You think you’re so strong but you’re not. You just like to believe that you are–or you like to convince everyone else of that.”

“I seem to recall it being different. You liked it when he was more like me, stronger, more self assured. Got all tongue tied and flushed, remember that?”

misskringle‌:

“I see no guest here. I see an unwanted trespasser. That’s about it.”

“You’d prefer that weakling, then? The stammering, stalking, awkward Eddie?”

misskringle‌:

“Of course. The wallpaper here is lovely.”

“Now, now, that’s no way to greet a guest.”

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scarletexlibris‌:

“Very tired—preparing end-of-semester finals for three different classes will do that to a man. And there’s still the matter of finding a replacement for our dear departed pyromaniac witch, Elith Pio. I don’t suppose she’s taken it into her head to become a full-time rogue—have you heard anything?”

“Ah yes, the much put upon instructor. I’m amazed you’re still alive after all this time you’ve spent around all of that youth.” A grimace at the very idea of it.

“Mmm? No, not as of late, but I’ll keep an ear to the ground.” A lengthy pause, his eyes lifting away briefly. “How has life been for you since you went ... legitimate?”

“Hmph. Thought I smelled day old tea.”

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scarletexlibris‌:

“So you weren’t the one feeling a bit intellectually peckish and deciding not to put away our copy of Oedipus Rex when he was done? I thought you knew every variation of the Sphinx’s riddle.”

“.............That could have been any number of individuals. Ahem. But on to other topics ... How have you been, Alexander?”

scarletexlibris‌:

“Not until I can be sure you actually came to enjoy my company and not simply rearrange my shelves to your liking.”

“Me?! When have I ever done such a thing?”

“... This year!”

kxngofgotham‌:

Nosey Riddlers should know better than to be snooping around in the bird’s privacy.

Fortunately for Edward, the Penguin isn’t currently in the office, lest he winds up with a gunning furiously invading his personal space. He’s rather busy with an annoying phone call down the hall.

A less intelligent criminal would go straight for the desk, rifling through everything, making noise, becoming careless as they searched.

A clever criminal looks for the less obvious places to hide “the good stuff”. For instance ... under the criminal kingpin’s chair. Stooping, Edward first held a mirror under the large, well cushioned structure, carefully angling it around, looking for traps. Finding none, he next groped around under it, and then yanked out a small box.

Shaking it gently, he grinned as it rattled with something. That something was just about to be discovered when ...

Penguin’s voice? Not coming towards him, no but ... close. Loud. Angry. Curiosity growing, Edward tiptoed towards the door nearest to listen closely.