Edward Nygma

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Absence and going forward

Hello all, it’s been awhile and I’d like to give an apology for that and some explanations. 

First off - I’d like to apologize for disappearing without checking in with at least the mods (who I have spoken to now). Life got crazy and hectic, but it’s still a good idea to let people know, and I didn’t do that. 

The short of it is that after a false positive test result, I went back for another test and ended up having COVID. It hit me hard, and I’m still recovering from it now with a few stubborn symptoms.  My work life then shifted, throwing a lot more on my plate, almost two jobs worth. Thankfully I work from home, so I’m able to keep doing so. 

Finally, my dad had a heart issue that landed him in the hospital for a time. He’s fine and out now, and doing much better. That’s the biggest relief out of all of this. 

Right now with dad and my illness almost out of my life, that leaves work that is still taking up almost all of my time and energy. I help support my family, so the extra work is a blessing, but right now it means I don’t have time for much else. 

Including being able to post regularly on here. I feel that being part of a (wonderful) group like this means being able to promise time and energy to the others that have also made that promise. And right now, I can’t make that promise without potentially breaking it, which is unfair to everyone else. 

As Ron Swanson once said, “Never half ass two things. Whole ass one thing.” 

So I’m going to step away for now, and revisit how my free time looks in a few months. I’ve spoken to the mods about this and I’ll be sure to re-apply if I can. 

Thank you to the group for having me, and to anyone and everyone I’ve interacted with on here, you’ve all made my Riddle Man’s life hectic and terrible and considering that he’s an egomaniac and a jerk, he got exactly what he deserves. Thank you. :)

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detectivebadass​:

“Well, all your yammering does is make my brain cells want to kill themselves, Eddie.” Maggie grumbled, glaring as he called her bluff. She glanced at the clock up in the corner of the room - if they hadn’t come in now with something damning to hand her, there wasn’t anything to find. “Just routine questioning, Eddie. You’re free to go.” She conceded begrudgingly, standing up from her chair to lean over and undo the cuffs on the table. “But give me one good reason to bring you back in…”

"How very kind of you...” He pulled back his hands from her reach, and with a few simple movements, had the cuffs undone himself. “Simply repaying the kindness,” he said, smirking as he dropped the cuffs on the table with a loud clank.

“And believe me, I don’t exactly cherish these little visits to police stations, despite your charming personality, Detective.” Rubbing his wrists, he sat back. “I’ll be back in Gotham soon enough and out of your hair.” 

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@lukexfox​

The computer that was now pinging with an alert was not exactly a modern one, over ten years old, and one that probably hadn’t been touched in that long. The previously darkened screen was now lit up, and a basic kind of chatbox had been opened automatically when the message was received. 

User 1: Hello, Foxy. User 1: I start at the beginning and I finish at the end I fly through the middle and I return again. User 1: What am I?

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evildxllface​:

@ EDDYSTER:  aWW, Eddy ♥ thanks for the compliment we all need a pink world. 😭❤ @ EDDYSTER: FINEEEEEE 🙄 , I’ll make Pamsy pay an extra news channel on that TV. @ EDDYSTER: Oh, my, srly? I’ll gladly be ur personal style. 🤗😎💅 @ EDDYSTER: EDDIE!!! I’m no good at hiding my toys ‘kay? Are ya gonna do with 'em, huh? 🤨🤨🤨 @ EDDYSTER: Also, how are my babies? Brucey and Lils…❤ Are ya guys friends? 😎👀

-Less pink, more green, that’s my suggestion. -Thank you. My brain appreciates the future stimulation. -No doubt, you’d put me in head to toe glitter. 

-Nothing, yet. But it’s nice to know the place is well protected.  -I’m keeping my distance and making sure their food troughs are well stocked.  -We have an uneasy alliance in your absence. 

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detectivebadass​:

“By a hair, but yeah.” Maggie confirmed with a humourless laugh. In all honesty she worried about Harvey, especially since she wasn’t around anymore to keep an eye on him and make sure he took care of himself. “Maybe I’m made of sterner stuff than you think, Eddie. Ever consider that?” She replied with a roll of her eyes, ignoring the rise he attempted to get out of her at disparaging Gordon. “Everyone knows Commissioner Gordon’s straight as an arrow, so whatever you’re insinuating Eddie, it ain’t going to work on anyone.” She responded, her tone a little more clipped than she intended. She couldn’t help it - Gordon had practically picked her up off her ass and made her the best cop she could be when she hit rock bottom. And she knew he was one of the good guys through and through. People trying to smear him with dirt that didn’t exist didn’t sit right with her. “Besides, who’s gonna trust the word of a guy who talks in nothing but riddles?”

“Talking in riddles presents an intellectual challenge, one that sadly, most aren’t up to snuff to take on,” was his retort. “I’m trying to bring the collective IQ up a few notches, detective, nothing more.” 

His grin goes even darker. “Oho... so he’d have you believe, what with that heroic mask he wears. But you’ve never seen it slip, clearly.” Sitting back, he lifted his chin defiantly. “So. We going to continue this jaw session about good ‘ol Gotham, or will you kindly get to the part where you have no reason to hold me here and let me go?”

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detectivebadass​:

Maggie narrowed her eyes at his denial. She knew he was lying - she’d always had a keen eye for it and while Nygma kept his tells better hidden than most, she knew he wasn’t telling her the damn truth. But she also knew she didn’t have evidence. There were reports of other rogues in town, ones who Eddie had history with, but she didn’t have anything to point at them meeting up in Central.

“Maybe so.” She admitted as she leaned back in her chair, eyeing him disdainfully. “But I we’re still processing booking you in for this little chat and… paperwork can take a while so, get comfy, Eddie.” She told him, knowing they would delay things as long as possible to get something on him to extend it. “Shall we call my old pal, Detective Bullock? He always had a good memory for outstanding warrants…”

“Really.” The disdain in his voice was unmistakable as rolled his eyes, sitting back in his chair. “Is Bullock still alive? By this point, I assumed he be dead from cardiac arrest or alcohol poisoning, given his vices. It’s a miracle he’s still alive, but time is ticking.”

“I’m shocked you could stomach staying with the GCPD for so long, given Bullock and his ilk. Was it Gordon that kept you sticking around? Stalwart, dedicated James Gordon, the pinnacle of what it means to be a policeman. Unless you know otherwise....” He gives her a wicked grin. 

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evildxllface​:

Eddy Boi: don’tcha like it ? Eddy Boi: They’re BEST cartoons ever, Eddyster. We don’t need stupid news, ugh! Tragedy is all around the corner of the streets in EVERY streets. Eddy Boi: I love Sponge Bob, they’re like super duper cool! Eddy Boi: We gotta shine with all the glitter babe.  Pink is always tendency. Maybe we should wear onesie together Eddyster, make a PJ party! 

-I do not, in fact, like it. -As much as the GNN is filled with morons, they do at least keep me abreast of what the general populace is being told as far as the news goes.  -I’ll leave the festive night attire to the experts, dear. As in you. 

-My compliments are due in how well stocked this location is as far as weaponry goes.  -The bazooka under the bed seems a bit badly stashed, but to each their own. 

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detectivebadass​:

“Briefly? By all accounts you’ve been here a few months now. You like the place so much you wanted an extended layover?” Maggie drawled at his argument. If Nygma was going to goad her for ‘running’, she wasn’t exactly going to back down from doing the same. “I find that hard to believe. We’ve got all sorts in this city - including reports of some other Gothamites who decided to move town. You’re telling me you haven’t been mixed up with any of them?” She rose an eyebrow, knowing he wasn’t going to admit to any of it, but if she got on the right track he might slip up on something. 

For once, the golly green asshole had made a pretty good joke. She glanced up at the camera watching them offering a shrug in response to it. “Hmm, no, you’re right. My dating pool is extremely limited here - thank God.” She agreed, but the last thing she needed was another workplace ‘romance’ - even if this time it would be with someone she was actually attracted to. Far too much drama. “Okay. You’re a mundane tourist. That… might explain the copious amounts of cash found in your pockets when you were brought in.” She scoffed. “It might be a little easier to believe if you, say… knew of anyone else who wasn’t acting as innocent as you.” 

At the correct statement about his past whereabouts, his laughter ceased and his eyes narrowed. He didn’t like people keeping tabs on him, it was supposed to be the other way around. “Oh? Who else is here? Has Cobblepot create a satellite Iceberg Lounge? Has Alexander Scarlet opened a bookshop? Or has Tockman found a quaint little corner to set up shop with a watch repair establishment? See? I know nothing.” 

He lifted his chin at her, and scoffed right back. “Walking around with copious amounts of cash isn’t a crime, and we both know it. A little dicey, yes, but I’m quite certain of my ability to suss out who is about to mug me.” 

“Unless you’ve got something concrete, Maggie...” the name fell from his lips with the utmost disdain, “You have absolutely no right in holding me here.”

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EDWARD NYGMA | THE RIDDLER GOTHAM 5.12: THE BEGINNING...

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-Harleen, the amount of pink and glitter in this place is OBSCENE -Why does your television get nothing but cartoons?

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detectivebadass​:

Maggie’s jaw clenched a little at his mockery - didn’t matter that it wasn’t true, it still got under her skin. But better he think she just left the GCPD because she couldn’t handle the city’s stink - she didn’t want him, or any of his ilk, knowing the real reason. “You got me, dealing with you and your friends back in Gotham was shaving years off my life, Eddie.” She drawled, moving to seat herself at the interrogation desk across from him. “Let me guess, early retirement for you? Can’t imagine why else you’d have left your little kingdom back in Gotham… unless you get kicked out of your own castle?” She shot him a faux sympathetic frown, flipping open the file handed to her with his details - nowhere near as extensive as the one the GCPD held on him, but clearly the CCPD had known to do their research when he showed up in town.

“Jaywalking?” She rose an eyebrow in disbelief at that explanation, shaking her head as she closed over his file. “That’s tame for you, Eddie. I’m disappointed. Thought you were here to add a bit of excitement back into my sad little life here.”

He smirked as he caught sight of her reaction to his verbal jabs, chin lifting high with smugness. “Not everyone is cut out to live there, no. Better to run with your tail between your legs than be nobody and get nowhere, mmmm?”

The file was brought out and he scoffed visibly at it. “I have briefly left Gotham, but plan to return to her loving arms as soon as it suits me. There’s a large difference, Detective, between fleeing and choosing to come and go as you like.” Another scoff, and he threw a look up at the security camera in a corner, eyebrow lifting. “That’s a bold accusation to a mere vacationer to your fair city. The most excitement I’ve seen here is a small child dropping their ice cream.” He gave her another smug but innocent look. “As for your life being sad, I suppose you could look into the local dating pool here within these walls for some q-quality--” He couldn’t finish that sentence and erupted into laughter

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pagingdoctortommy​:

His gut twisted as his patient spoke, the tone of voice making him uncomfortable. Tommy picked up a pair of pliers with one hand whilst grasping the man’s arm with the other. He tried his best to ignore the pestering questions, to avoid letting his captor under his skin. “I don’t know. Everyone is different, everyone has their reasons for doing what they do. Now, hold still,” he started, starting his search for the bullet, ignoring the want to be careful and ginger with his movements. “We can’t have the bullet travelling any further away from the entrance.”

He kept still as instructed, the smile disappearing into a thin line as his lips pressed together, hard. Despite his control, beads of sweat now slipped down his face, as the doctor probed his injury. Hissing slightly through his nose, his hand on his uninjured armed clenched tight. 

The man was a professional, at least. Careful, precise. Edward could respect that. Not that he had much of a choice, given the situation he was now in. 

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detectivebadass​:

Oh no.

Maggie recognised that voice - recognised it in a way that immediately sent her eyes rolling and her hand twitching to pour a big glass of hard liquor to drown said voice out. Despite all her trepidation about returning to Central City and confronting the uncomfortable memories that came with it, it had been eased by the fact that going back to Central City meant leaving Gotham behind. It had been about the only place she had to run to at the time but it had not been easy dealing with the colourful villains running amok. Especially not the Riddler.

“Oh hell no.” She muttered under her breath as she watched Edward’s feet skidding ineffectually in an attempt to stop from being shoved into the interrogation room. She made a quick glance around the room to make sure Captain Singh wasn’t already making a beeline for her desk, grabbing the first case file on her desk as she went - no matter what it was she would chase it up rather than stick around and-

“Sawyer!”

Damn it- “Captain.” Maggie greeted back through gritted teeth, forcing her expression to be neutral as she turned to face. Where did he even come from?

“I need you in interrogation room three, Riddler likes to talk, I figure he’ll like it even more with a familiar face - should give us exactly what we need to pin him this time.” He told her, his tone leaving no room for argument as Maggie gave a resigned nod.

“Right. Got it, Cap.” She sighed, dumping the random file back on her desk and worrying at a knot in her neck as she made her death march to the interrogation room.

“Nygma.” She greeted with a tired sigh as she opened the door, lamenting that he was already handcuffed to the table and so couldn’t even get the satisfaction of tightening them on him herself. “Long time, no see. So, what exactly brought about this little reunion?”

He was unceremoniously shoved into an interrogation room, his hands shackled to the table with cuffs. Despite his continued shouting, he was not let out, and soon quieted as he began to work the cuffs, trying to get them off.  When the door opened, he stopped his escape abruptly, and turned to scowl at the detective that had entered, glasses slipping down his nose. “Oho... how the mighty have fallen... Detective Sawyer... couldn’t stick it with the GCPD? Had to flee to another city? How embarrassing for you.”

Scoffing, he sat back in his chair as much as his cuffed hands would allow. “Jaywalking. That’s what I was pulled in for.” A half-truth, he’d been jaywalking as he left an ATM that he’d hacked and picked clean of cash. 

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ofclonisms​:

His words got him curious, if he thought the place was a cesspool, then why continue to live there?

“If you think it’s so bad, then why don’t you move, I can think about a few places that are far better than here,” he pointed out, where he was living, for example, it was an amazing city to live in. He knew it had its flaws, but it was nothing like Gotham, “I was just trying to sugar coat it.”

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but the thing that kept him here was his own pride and ego. He’d be damned if anyone made him turn tail and run (for long) from this place, he’d sworn to conquer it and conquer it he would. ...somehow... someday...

Shifting a bit on his feet, he avoided meeting the other’s gaze now. “...Too much trouble,” he finally offered up as his reasoning. “I’m used to the cesspool by now, it’s familiar. Like a plant that’s adapted to its generally inhospitable soil... I’ve made roots here.”

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@detectivebadass​

A commotion near the entrance will surely pull her (and the rest of the police department’s) attention. Someone is being shoved along by a uniformed officer, and isn’t too damn happy about it. 

It’s a comical sight, the man’s long legs kicking and sliding against the tiled floor as he tries to prevent the inevitable from happening, meaning him being stuffed into a cell. 

“This is an OUTRAGE!” He bellows, glasses slipping down his nose, his face contorting with frustration and worry as he continues to struggle. “This injustice cannot... WILL NOT be swept under the rug.... I am INNOCENT!!” Again his feet scuff against the slippery floor, and the officer shoving him along is now about two seconds away from letting his head smack against the nearest object. 

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ofclonisms​:

Gotham was definitely not somewhere that he spent his time in a lot, only when someone needed help. It was why he was there, he had just gotten out of his suit, “That’s good.”

He nodded, but his words confused him lightly, “A debt? No, I’m not here for that,” he assured him, but he couldn’t tell him why he was there for, “I haven’t been here long enough to tell you that, but it seems… Busy.”

“Indeed. Preferable to most other things I’ve experienced while living here...” he muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose. 

“Busy? That’s the word you choose for this... this... cesspool?” He looked incredulous now, eying the other. “I’d settle for a few more colorful adjectives myself, why simply limit yourself to one? How about insidious? Treacherous? Formidable? Precarious? How about .... ludicrously filled with luddites?”