"If knowledge is power, than a god am I"
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Post by The Riddler on Mar 15, 2017 5:35:01 GMT
Timeline: After High-Diddle-Diddle Previous Threads: High-Diddle-Diddle Characters Involved: The Riddler | Blue Dragon Location: NY Sanitorium It had been a good couple of days since the whole debacle on live TV, Batman was their, Edward himself was their, and some strange fellow who dubbed himself the Blue Dragon. He was a mystery, and Edward loved mysteries. Though despite his intrigue he was still rather peeved, it was him and that, damn, annoying bat who locked him away, in a filthy grimey sanitorium without any of his colleagues from Gotham!! Well Jervis was caught creeping around New York which got him locked up with Ed but that's it. It was quite lonely at Asylum, despite the large city their weren't very many people in the very small complex, none at all that Edward wished to socialize with (again the Hatter being an exception). He was quite bored and generally lonely, just sitting quietly in the cafeteria eating as Tetch sat next to him playing solitaire. He gave a sigh of boredom and general depression as he awaited for something, anything to happen, until finally a Nurse with two guards came over to the Emerald Enygma, he knew this meant something was to happen.... So his saddened frown turned into an excited smile as the they came to his side "Mr. Nygma?" "Yyyyyyeeeeeeees?"The nurse rolled his eyes and sighed through his nose with a shake of his head "You'll be seeing a new councilor at the moment, likely temporary... If you'll please come this away" It wasn't truly a request, it was definitely a demand as the guards forced Nygma to his feet. He gave a wave and a grin to his compatriots that Sat near him, all clad in a very similar jumpsuit as his with the odd variation here and there. They mostly ignored him, but The Mad Hatter gave a cheerful wave off to his dear friend the Doormouse as he was soaked away to see this new councillor. He was taken down the hallways from the patient recreational center all the way to where doctor's could speak to patients, passing laughing and screeching maniacs, joyful and horrified lunatics, their pleas and giggles echoed through the halls, their plights and their glee ringing through the ears of every visitor. The Prince of Puzzles was then thrown, rather unceremoniously into a small room. Quaint, yet not very enjoyable. The Riddler stumbled to attempt to stand again, before he was forcibly pulled back up yet again by the guards, who mishandled him and pushed him into his seat. "You're councillor will be here shortly Edward" The nurse began, before meandering off with the guards. They truly didn't believe him to be dangerous enough to need guards with him. This insulted Nygma to no end, he gave a scowl as the door closed behind him, rubbing his wrists from the discomfort the shackles caused him before readying himself for the next person he got to toy with, he needed to look presentable for it you see. He gave a smirk, adjusting his bright purple glasses and rubbing the dust and what not of his black and white striped asylum jumpsuit, placing his legs upon the table upon the table in a cross with each other, then wrapping his arms around the back of his head and leaning his chair backwards. Bandages wrapped around his rather large cranium, as well as a few around arm ans the occasional cut and bruise bespectacled around his face. Yet the smug smile still remained etched ever so arrogantly across his sneering mug as the door began to open "Weeellllll Good Evening Doctor!!!"He knew whoever this was likely didn't have a doctorate, but he was going to fault them for it. Blue Dragon
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"Well, this wasn't what I thought I'd see today."
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Post by Blue Dragon on Mar 15, 2017 19:28:57 GMT
The Riddler had appeared on television and broadcasted to the world his deadly game of riddles. Hostages had been killed, but he'd been taken down by the combined efforts of The Batman and The Blue Dragon. Of course, this accidentally revealed the existence of both Batman and Blue Dragon to the world, and Dragon knew he'd have to be careful from now on to keep the government from hunting him down. But this wasn't about the Blue Dragon, this was about a young man by the name of Josh Dragomir, a counsellor who upon, as he claimed, seeing the whole thing on TV, offered his services to provide a counselling session with the jailed Riddler. He claimed, of course, that "You've not dealt with crazies like this, but I've seen some crazy people in my office. Let me handle it" and they ended up obliging. He did say he would be in New York for a good while, so maybe they'd hire him again if he did well? Regardless, a young man walked into the room, and by young do I mean he really did look quite young! Probably in his early 20s, though he'd have to be at least 25 or 26 to have his degree. The man had medium-length blonde hair, with brimming brown eyes accompanying a smile as he would take his seat across from the Riddler. He knew flat out he was mocking him with "Evening, Doctor" but he brushed it off with a laugh. "I'm not actually a doctor" He would answer, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I could get my doctorate with a bit more work, but I wouldn't make anymore then I do now with my degree, most likely, and education is both incredibly financially straining, as well as obscenely time consuming. Why do that when I can make a living? Besides..." He began, with a light chuckle. "I'm not one for fancy titles anyway. Please, just call me Josh" He would add as he was about to hold out a hand to shake when he remembered Riddler was in shackles. Whoops! Shrugging it off, he would read off the clipboard to make sure he had the name right, before looking toward Riddler. "Edward, right?" He would inquire. "Or do you prefer Ed?" He added before changing his tone as he let out a deep exhale. "But... Look, I know these guys hired me to talk and talk and try to talk you into whatever they want you to be, but I'm going to do things a bit different" Josh would begin, casually tossing the clipboard aside, since he wasn't going to be taking notes like most of them did. He preferred to push himself to commit things to memory as though his clients were his friends. That was always his approach. "I'm going to let -you- talk, Edward. How's that sound?" Josh would ask, leaving room for him to answer before speaking again. "I don't want you to talk to me like some la de da laudy, stuffy worker, who's just doing his job for a paycheque. Look at me as your friend, who just wants to hear what's on your mind.
Now... You mind if I ask you a question first?" Keeping his hands on the table to indicate he was listening, despite his shoulders being lowered to indicate he was far more casual and relaxed then a professional worker should be, he would then ask. "I saw the whole thing, that whole deal on TV. What was the reasoning behind that? Was there any reason? I'm honest to god curious, because believe you me, I've never seen anything like that before."
And with that? He would relax back and let Ed talk for as long as he liked, as he had promised. The Riddler
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"If knowledge is power, than a god am I"
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Post by The Riddler on Mar 17, 2017 2:02:38 GMT
Upon close inspection of this peculiar new councillor, Edward deduced through his infinite wisdom that he already disliked this gentlemen. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, smugly shaking his head betweenst the two actions "*Snort* Yes a pretty boy!! Because the kind of person who bullies me all my life is precisely who I wish to discuss my troubles with!! Brilliant work as always Asylum staff, brilliant work as always!"He raised a brow as the would-be doctor spoke, before replying with his own sarcastic, condescending chuckle "Yes of coarse... I see it now, you were just too stupid for a doctorate!! It's okay to admit it here, this is a saaaaaafe plaaaaace!!! Loohoohoolahahahaaaaaaaaaa!!"
"Ooooh, why you can call me the you're supreme, omnipotent God among man of coarse!!"It was made painfully obvious that Nygma had no plans on taking this seriously, this is but another game to him! The game of Life and he was winning, or so he believed, and he loved to flaunt that he was winning. He loved to boast in general, so when Josh have him the opportunity he simply could not resist "Oh!!!" he began, his sarcastic tone becoming chipper and enthusiastic "So you follow my wooooork!! Wasn't I magnificent?! Truly a marvel of the small screen!! How I proved my sheer, overwhelming superiority over those four cheating simpletons!!!" Of coarse he knew that wasn't really how it went... But he couldn't ever admit his failures Blue Dragon
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"Well, this wasn't what I thought I'd see today."
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Post by Blue Dragon on Mar 17, 2017 11:43:00 GMT
You know, what little pity he had for him from before was slowly beginning to drain. Screw that, definitely draining far faster then he had figured that it would. Still, he kept his composure, merely rolled his eyes, smirked and let it go. Oh, he could just only BEGIN to think of the retorts he could give... From "Yeah, but at least my fashion sense gets me a girl" to "You wish you had this face, Mr. Clean." But he didn't. He knew full well that he had to keep calm, and collected... Thus was his job, after all. Though he couldn't guarantee that his habit of his tongue generating sass wouldn't shine through... "Yeah, I think I'm just gonna call you Ed. And yes, I did follow your, err... Work. But you failed to answer my question, Riddles... I saw the what, but do tell the why. That's my curious spot, and you wouldn't want to have a bored audience, would you?" He would remark, smirking faintly, goading him on just a little bit. He was restrained, so he couldn't hurt him. Sadly it was too late to stop his sass. He could tell that this nut was going to be hard to crack. And especially while keeping himself from headbutting the sh*t out of him while he was at it. But for now, he would listen intently as he spoke... He'd get somewhere eventually, right? The Riddler
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"If knowledge is power, than a god am I"
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Post by The Riddler on Mar 18, 2017 17:27:53 GMT
"Don't interrupt me!!! I was getting to that!! Insufferable, twit...... Now, as I was saying I was against all of them, but the only one I cared to see was Batman, the detective himself. You may call me crazy (which I'm not!!) But, my brilliant mind has deduced that I'm not from this world, I'm from a different Earth, yet it appears only a handful of my colleagues have made it here, such as the Mad Hatter (whom I should really introduce you too by the by), and apparently Harley, not to mention I've heard whispers of a smiling laughing mad man, a bandaged face stealer, and a vicious crime Lord in a Penguin Mask... You see, my show on the idiot box was to attract the attention of each and every one of my colleagues so as we can regroup. But most of all, I needed to determine that the Dark Knight himself was here so that we may continue the game that we play..... I was able to make a sigh of relief at the knowledge of his transportation here as well...."The Riddler explained, not exactly in a serious manner, but it was quite obvious that his tone had shifted slightly Blue Dragon
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"Well, this wasn't what I thought I'd see today."
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Post by Blue Dragon on Mar 19, 2017 5:43:54 GMT
"You know, I was looking forward to an intelligent conversation when I came in here, when I heard you were good with riddles and such. Too bad I got you instead" The young man would joke, with a light smile when the Riddler would lambaste him for interrupting. But alas, despite the young man's opening sass toward Ed, he would continue to listen as he would talk about how he was from a completely different Earth, and was after a man by the name of Batman, as well as wanting to find his colleagues who had similar... Interests. Interesting... This had been far more informative then he had intended. Had Blue Dragon kept contact with BATMAN after the whole ordeal, maybe he'd pay him a little visit... "You know, I think I've seen that Harley woman before. Criminal element was taking a beating out of something in town while I was passing through, and I saw a woman they referred to as "Miss Harley" or something like that. Kinda looks like a wannabe clown, with pigtails? I didn't get a close enough look, and honestly, I don't exactly want to, nor did I at the time. I was trying to get the hell out of dodge" He would inquire, deciding that perhaps if he brought them up, he'd talk a bit more on them... "Honestly, I don't know why you'd want to bring her into the fold. She looks like she'd cut your tongue out of your mouth in your sleep" He admitted bluntly. "Anyway" He began, stretching out a moment. He was casual, just letting Riddler talk, and bringing a few questions into the fold to give Ed an excuse that he had a feeling that deep down he was glad to have, to keep on going on and on and on. "I assume one of the group that showed up on TV was your Batman?" He would ask, tilting his head. "Tell me, what's this Batman like? Who -is- he? Because I've never heard of him."The Riddler
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"If knowledge is power, than a god am I"
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Post by The Riddler on Mar 19, 2017 7:51:42 GMT
Upon hearing the councillor's joke, Ed scowled, clearly troubled by the remark yet not speaking a word. It was reminiscent to a toddler sulking as he was being shouted at by his parents. But, the genius decided instead of lashing out at Josh. Edward was growing to more and more dislike this councillor... Something was off about him, something was different. Something about him gave off an aura of actually, dare I say it? Caring about the patient... Which tended to be a bit of a rarity, though Riddler despised this, most of his colleagues did. It was so much easier to toy with the ones that didn't care, though for the Joker it didn't matter... Either way this fellow made Edward uncomfortable already, so he was a problem. So, he attempted to continue on with the the topic of before to distract them both from Nygma's discomfort, eventually leading to the topic of Dr. Quinzelle. The way he described her made Riddler chuckle, it was spot on Harley Quinn "Oh, Yes....." He began with an actually sincere smile and a chuckle "That's Harley!!! Of coarse she'll cut you're tongue off!! But you don't know her like me and my colleagues do.... Gosh, she's such a sweetheart, even makes the Scarecrow blush! She's truly got a heart of gold I tell you... The only only quote unquote Alice the Mad Hatter won't kill or even touch... The only one that could stop Croc from eating a man whole... Heh heh... She's an angel really.... It just...." He gulped for a moment and looked to the floor "She's made many a psychopath shed a tear over who she's with...." That was all Eddy was willing to share about Harls, she truly was one of the few whom he could speak fondly of... For the most part every that the Bat had thought the same, hell she's even made friends with the Condiment King!!! And none of the Bat Rogues made friends with the Condiment King if they expected to be popular at the Asylum. But the sincerity in his eyes, that moistened his eyes nearly to the point of a tear faded away upon the next topic.... BatmanThe Riddler's tone darkened, a fire burnt in his eyes which were clouded by his bright purple glasses along with a shadow covering his forehead. He clenched his fist as he began to hiss through his lips about the Batman "It is hate, and has hate in it, but it isn't hate..."Blue Dragon
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"Well, this wasn't what I thought I'd see today."
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Post by Blue Dragon on Mar 21, 2017 3:45:35 GMT
Well, that was the thing, wasn't it? Josh did care about his patients. Sure, he held a deep-seated hatred for Riddler, for what he had done, the people he'd harmed, the poor soul he'd killed as brutally as he did... How could he not? But he could see here and now that Riddler wasn't all there. Not right in the head. Just as Harley had been. He almost pitied him, really. He seemed to be intelligent, but that intelligence was just so damn... Well... Muddled. He wanted to help him, truly. Help set him straight and make him a productive member of society, so he'd put his feelings aside for the sake of helping him. But it'd be a long time before he could learn to truly forgive him. Still, he had his strategy. He wanted them to converse with him like a friend, not as a professional or someone who he HAD to talk to. He wanted Riddler to vent and talk and converse with him because he WANTED to, not because the jailhogs said to. Though he doubted Riddler liked him very much, he didn't seem the type to like anybody, really. But it appeared... Perhaps even Josh Dragomir could be wrong. He listened intently as he would talk about Harley, and a small smile crossed his lips, almost like he was happy to find a positive glow, finally, in the Riddler's personality. So he WAS capable of liking someone... It just so happened that the person he liked was a rather odd bat as well. Heh, bat. "Well, if I ever meet her again, I'll try and give her a chance" He would reply once Riddler had finished his bit about Harley. They seemed to be off to a good start, at the very least. So perhaps Riddler, deep down, or well... Ed... Wasn't as bad as he originally thought. But even bad guys could like people. Especially if they were like-minded. But he took what he could get for now. Perhaps it could fester into something to help Ed down the road? "If there's ever a sleepover though, I'm sleeping with one eye open" He then added as a joke with a light chuckle. Though the bit about who she was with made him stop and think for a moment... Note to self. Tone down the flirting with Harley Quinn next Blue Dragon met her. Sure, he was a flirtatious man, even if he did it for jokes, did it to make people smile and laugh and have a good time... But he would respect a relationship, because he more then anyone else wanted what relationship he may be in at some later point, to be given the same respect. Sancity, loyalty... These values were important to him in a relationship. Even if Dragon was over the top... He'd tone down. It was just a shame he had no idea that poor Harley was a victim of the age old Stockholm Syndrome. But while he was surprised that he spoke fondly of Harley, he was less surprised when his tone changed to reflect the discussion changing to Batman. He watched the eyes, always the eyes... The eyes never lied. Fire burnt, hatred clear in every inch of his being that was visible across every feature on his face. He watched, ever the observant type, his body language, his facial expressions, but especially the eyes... They told the story of a fire-drenched hatred. "Would you be able to elaborate for me? I do apologize, I got that there's hatred, but you said it isn't full hate?" Josh would inquire with a curious glint to his voice. "Is there a shred of like, or respect in there? Or a desire to mend fences? Or do you not want to hate the man? Or perhaps, the other way around? You want to hate him, but he's difficult to?"It was almost a riddle, he knew. And yet... At the same time, it seemed less a riddle then what the supervillain side had spewed before. It seemed more... Personal, this time. The Riddler
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"If knowledge is power, than a god am I"
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Post by The Riddler on Jun 22, 2017 2:06:33 GMT
"That" The Riddler began "Was a riddle!" he snarled, leaning forward with a grimace, the single faint lightbulb barely removing the shadow over his emerald irises "It is hate, and has hate in it, but isn't hate.... It's hatred! I have nothing but hatred for the disgusting feeble-minded moron of a filthy, worthless, rodent! Hatred!!" He slammed his fist, from the arm that wasn't broken, on the table, causing a rattle. He stared at the adverse problem for several brief moments, before giving a confident smirk, leaning back comfortably in his chair once more, lounging in it lazily. "Although" His face hid behind the shadows, only showing a smug slasher smile within the dim light. "I suppose you did technically answer correctly, even if you hadn't realized that it was a riddle!...."His grin grew wider, holding back a hysterical giggle, he gave a sarcastic golf clap, slightly tapping his fingers of his good hand to the palms of the other side. "Good on you, doctor... Oh apologies, I mean Josh" the Riddler proclaimed, in a cruel, ominous sarcasm, with a tone, as if implying a subtle, threatening undertone to what he announced. Though, it was at this moment that he put thought to thus councillor's wording "Hmmph, perhaps there are truth to your words even... Perhaps it's not all hatred..." he pondered the thought for a moment, then, like a toddler denying something he didn't wish to hear, he shook his head violently, left to right, than right to left "No!" he began defiantly with the first shake of his head, pausing for a moment, before continuing with the others, in sync with several "no's" "No, No, no, no, no, no! Heh, heh, tha-that's preposterous! I hold nothing but absolute disgust for that brute!"Blue Dragon
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"Well, this wasn't what I thought I'd see today."
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Post by Blue Dragon on Jul 30, 2017 0:31:39 GMT
He was beginning to regret less his breaking Riddler's arm. But he allowed him to continue to rant. He listened and he listened until he felt as though he could listen no more but it was part of his job. Josh's job was to listen, and to advise... Even as the man mocked him, even as he ranted insufferably and went on psychotic tirades of indecision, he just continued to listen as a friend should. He had promised, after all, that he would be a listening ear, a friend he could confide in and he would treat him the same way back. He shrugged his shoulders absentmindedly as he would say that his prior remarks had been a riddle. No skin off his ass, he hadn't said it was a riddle so he only spoke as though it were talk and not a puzzle to go through. Not his fault he wanted to make sh*t complicated. He ignored the bit about him being a doctor. He didn't care, he wasn't the first to mock him for it, he wasn't the last. "My pay is pretty much the same, FYI" Was all he really said in response. He wouldn't speak at first as Riddler seemed to be unable to truly comprehend whether he hated or respected Batman, or a bit of both. His ramblings, ended in him seeming to be trying to convince even himself of hate. His eyelids lowered as he looked him dead in the eyes, his tone as he spoke cold. "You're lying."
He let that sink in for a moment before speaking again. "You're lying to me. And you're lying to yourself. Why do that? You're clearly indecisive... Why hesitate? Why work so hard to try and convince yourself of pure hate? It's counterproductive...
But let me try and say this in a way you might understand... In a riddle.
What man wears green, loves to lie, and cannot make up his damn mind?"His tone was less polite than before... But considering the mocking, were you surprised? The Riddler
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