Post by Edward Nigma on Apr 13, 2010 13:23:01 GMT -5
EDWARD NIGMA
The proceedings for this session with one Edward Nigma can now commence
after being postponed since 7/10/1978. Subject is male and by referring to their date of
birth we are able to assume they are thirty-two-years-old, without suspicion of
falsehood—as of yet. Inquiries are being made, however, in regards to their response to the
request "Describe yourself in one word", to which their reply was “Genius”
Individual’s sexual preference on the generic scale is heterosexual and he/she associates,
generally, with other villains. However, their current mental state
has left us to wonder if being a villain is truly right for them. The patient has also informed us
that we may call them by the following title(s), The Riddler. Of all the responses received we were most disturbed to find that they believe quite adamantly that they resemble David Tennant; such a claim raises many questions. [/color][/center]
distinguishing features
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self-presentation
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likes?
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dislikes?
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personal strengths?
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personal weaknesses?
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phobias?
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motives?
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evaluation summary
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As we neared the end of the session, we began to reach the roots of our subject's character.
Questions were posed concerning their immediate relatives. The persons responsible
for their upbringing are/were "Mr. Nigma".
When asked about siblings they responded: ”I'm an only child. It was for the best.” Lastly, we inquired about
"significant others" who have had held or who currently hold in a role in their lives: ”women are such distractions.”
background check
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This marks the conclusion of this report.
To finish, we ask the name of the patient’s doctor: Alex.
Next, we need to know your schedule: ACST (Australian Central Time).
Also, we need to know if you have anything to share with us: ”Nope, just can't wait to get some awesome storylines happening :D”
Lastly, before we forget, a statement of your past experience in this field would be an excellent finishing touch:
You know that expression, it's always the last place you look? Edward Nigma always hated that. Everyone always says it in such a profane and deep way, as if it makes any kind of sense. But it doesn't. It never has. Where are you going to find something? The last place you look. It will never be the second to last place that you look. One could argue that it coud possibly be the first place you looked, but that would also be the last place. You're not going to keep looking after you've found it.
But The Riddler was out going straight to the first place anyone would look tonight, for what he was looking for. And that first place was The Narrows. Filthy, disgusting, dead-end, crime ridden Narrows. Riddler shuddered as he wandered through the dark alleyways, trying hard to keep his bright green jacket clean.
What was The Riddler looking for in the alleyways of The Narrows? Well the first things that come to mind would be crack, far from sobre prostitutes, a black eye or a missing kidney. Those are usually all anyone would find in Crime Alley. But The Riddler was looking for something different. Someone different. As he wandered down the alleyways. The main streets was on the far end of the alley that he had just walked down, he could still hear the sound of the traffic, of the pedestrians yelling and crying out. The sound soothed him. It made him feel that everything was right in the world. If people weren't screaming in The Narrows, if rapes weren't happening, drugs weren't being traded and people weren't getting worked over by the mob in The Narrows, then there must have been something.
But no, everything was right, as The Riddler proceeded down the alley, carrying his cane in hand, occasionally stepping it on the ground to give himself a boost when he would occasionally have to step over an unconscious homeless person.
What was The Riddler looking for indeed. He came alone, he let all of his hired help have the night off. However he didn't come unarmed, that would just be foolish. No one goes into The Narrows unarmed unless they actually want to die.
The sounds of screaming and traffic began to disappear. Soon, all Riddler could hear was the sound of his footsteps and the echo that his cane made as it struck the ground.
He found himself at a small junction in the alleyways, kind of like a small carpark that could probably only hold three or four cars. It was in the middle of four large but very rundown buildings. There were no street lights making it dark, only the shadows seemed to surround him, that's when The Riddler stopped in his tracks.
"It's you," he said outloud with a grin, and a sound of anticipation.
"You knew I was following you," a gritty and flinty voice said from the darkness.
"Please. I'm The Riddler. Where else would you be if not here?"
"What?"
"What is as big as you are, but does not weigh anything?" The Riddler questioned the darkness surrounding him.
The other voice went silent for a second as it paused, "my shadow."
"Precisely," Riddler reached into his inside jacket pocket, and pulled out a small green torch and flashed it into the shadows, "Detective."
The light captured the outline of a dark figure. About six feet tall, black, it was Batman. The Dark Knight. The Caped Crusader.
"You've been looking for me. Why?" Batman asked as he stepped back further into the shadows, preferring The Riddler not to know his exact location.
"To warn you."
"Of?"
"Of me. Of what I'm going to do. Batman, you are all people talk about. Ever since your emergence in Gotham City, your name has gone from feint whispers between the public to becoming a househould name. You can't turn on the television without hearing another report of your exploits. The Gotham Gazette has its very own Bat Sightings column where they report on your most recent sightings. And to top it all off, almost every night, there is a bright flood light in the shape of a bat looming over the very skies above us to remind everyone that you're out there. But that's the thing," The Riddler took a step towards the darkness, " WHO are you? Nobody knows. And that's what they're whispering about now. They know you're human. God knows it took them long enough to figure it out. But they don't know who you are. I've come out here searching for you, which I found you quite successfully I might add, to warn you that I am going to be the one that reveals you, detective. I am going to be the one who unmasks the Batman. I just wanted to give you a fair warning before I did it, it's only courteous."
"What makes you think that I'll let you leave here and do that?" the voice replied.
"Because there's nothing making me think that you would try and stop me. Not yet at least. I haven't done anything illegal, that you know of, and I have people waiting for me. They'd be most upset to find out that The Batman had taken me away into the alleyways in The Narrows and done away with me. That would be bad business for you and me both."
The Riddler tipped his hat to the shadows as he picked up his cane and proceeded to walk again, fearlessly through the alleyways of The Narrows, his warning heard and his intent clear as ever, having found Batman in the first place he looked.
But The Riddler was out going straight to the first place anyone would look tonight, for what he was looking for. And that first place was The Narrows. Filthy, disgusting, dead-end, crime ridden Narrows. Riddler shuddered as he wandered through the dark alleyways, trying hard to keep his bright green jacket clean.
What was The Riddler looking for in the alleyways of The Narrows? Well the first things that come to mind would be crack, far from sobre prostitutes, a black eye or a missing kidney. Those are usually all anyone would find in Crime Alley. But The Riddler was looking for something different. Someone different. As he wandered down the alleyways. The main streets was on the far end of the alley that he had just walked down, he could still hear the sound of the traffic, of the pedestrians yelling and crying out. The sound soothed him. It made him feel that everything was right in the world. If people weren't screaming in The Narrows, if rapes weren't happening, drugs weren't being traded and people weren't getting worked over by the mob in The Narrows, then there must have been something.
But no, everything was right, as The Riddler proceeded down the alley, carrying his cane in hand, occasionally stepping it on the ground to give himself a boost when he would occasionally have to step over an unconscious homeless person.
What was The Riddler looking for indeed. He came alone, he let all of his hired help have the night off. However he didn't come unarmed, that would just be foolish. No one goes into The Narrows unarmed unless they actually want to die.
The sounds of screaming and traffic began to disappear. Soon, all Riddler could hear was the sound of his footsteps and the echo that his cane made as it struck the ground.
He found himself at a small junction in the alleyways, kind of like a small carpark that could probably only hold three or four cars. It was in the middle of four large but very rundown buildings. There were no street lights making it dark, only the shadows seemed to surround him, that's when The Riddler stopped in his tracks.
"It's you," he said outloud with a grin, and a sound of anticipation.
"You knew I was following you," a gritty and flinty voice said from the darkness.
"Please. I'm The Riddler. Where else would you be if not here?"
"What?"
"What is as big as you are, but does not weigh anything?" The Riddler questioned the darkness surrounding him.
The other voice went silent for a second as it paused, "my shadow."
"Precisely," Riddler reached into his inside jacket pocket, and pulled out a small green torch and flashed it into the shadows, "Detective."
The light captured the outline of a dark figure. About six feet tall, black, it was Batman. The Dark Knight. The Caped Crusader.
"You've been looking for me. Why?" Batman asked as he stepped back further into the shadows, preferring The Riddler not to know his exact location.
"To warn you."
"Of?"
"Of me. Of what I'm going to do. Batman, you are all people talk about. Ever since your emergence in Gotham City, your name has gone from feint whispers between the public to becoming a househould name. You can't turn on the television without hearing another report of your exploits. The Gotham Gazette has its very own Bat Sightings column where they report on your most recent sightings. And to top it all off, almost every night, there is a bright flood light in the shape of a bat looming over the very skies above us to remind everyone that you're out there. But that's the thing," The Riddler took a step towards the darkness, " WHO are you? Nobody knows. And that's what they're whispering about now. They know you're human. God knows it took them long enough to figure it out. But they don't know who you are. I've come out here searching for you, which I found you quite successfully I might add, to warn you that I am going to be the one that reveals you, detective. I am going to be the one who unmasks the Batman. I just wanted to give you a fair warning before I did it, it's only courteous."
"What makes you think that I'll let you leave here and do that?" the voice replied.
"Because there's nothing making me think that you would try and stop me. Not yet at least. I haven't done anything illegal, that you know of, and I have people waiting for me. They'd be most upset to find out that The Batman had taken me away into the alleyways in The Narrows and done away with me. That would be bad business for you and me both."
The Riddler tipped his hat to the shadows as he picked up his cane and proceeded to walk again, fearlessly through the alleyways of The Narrows, his warning heard and his intent clear as ever, having found Batman in the first place he looked.
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I'M NOT MAD BATMAN! by a.l.e.x. of caution 2.0? (edited by Tori)
