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Edward Nigma | The Riddler ([personal profile] questionauthority) wrote2011-07-03 11:56 pm

Riddle 030: Half-Life (50% Droning)

[A - ACTION: The Kitchen of 726 Anderson Lane.

Eddie's in the middle of preparing a nice, hearty breakfast for his family. Question: How best to spend this Fourth of July? Take his beautiful wife and kids out for a picnic in John Doe Park? Maybe see if Jonathan and his family want to come along? Honestly? It's days like this that it feels pretty damn good to be Edward Nashton.

Wait. That... isn't right. It's Nigma. Edward Nigma. He'd taken that name to get as far away from that miserable childhood as possible. ...hadn't he? No, all Eddie can think about now is a childhood here in Mayfield. His old man teaching him how to ride a bike. Playing catch with him in the backyard while Mrs. Nashton made her world-famous lemonade. The day he'd come racing home to tell his father he'd won a contest at school. And his father had been proud of him...

No. Stop it, Edward. You'd cheated that day, remember? Your father was never proud of you. That's why you strove to prove yourself better than everyone else, because you are better than everyone else. You're a genius. Cleverer than Crane. More intelligent than Lex Luthor. You've got bigger brains than Batman.

...and it's here that Edward Nashton---Nigma, dammit---comes to a haunting conclusion. There never was a Batman here in Mayfield, was there? There was never a reason for one. There was never a reason for the Riddler, either. All of a sudden, Eddie's feeling much less enthused about today.]


[B - PHONE: Shortly after breakfast.]

"Bury deep,
Pile on stones,
Yet I will
Dig up the bones."

Memories. Something... something isn't right. I'm starting to remember things that didn't happen. Things that should never have happened.

[Or should they have? What's wrong with the life Edward's leading here in Mayfield? For once in his pathetic life, he has the chance to be happy. Yet again, the Riddler is beginning to question himself.]

None of this is real. ...is it?

[C - ACTION: That afternoon, various places around town.

The Riddler needs to clear his head. Perhaps some of that fresh Mayfield air will do him some good. Those who bump into him may hear him reciting a little riddle to himself. Something to keep him anchored in all of this confusion.]


"Up a hill,
Down a hill,
Over them I may roam,
But after all my walking,
There's no place like my own."

[This neighborhood, these streets, this perfect little slice of American suburbia. This place is a far cry from Gotham. This place isn't truly home.

...right?]

[identity profile] uranophobe.livejournal.com 2011-07-04 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's almost as if there are two separate realities in my mind, but it can't seem to decide which one is real-- But, that's just silly, isn't it, Nashton?

[He pauses. You best believe he's taking notes on this.] We never knew each other as children. We most likely grew up in entirely different areas of the country. [The inflections on the end of the sentences make them seem more like questions than statements, ones he's most likely asking himself.]

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-07-04 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Yet... we did know each other as children, didn't we? We've been best friends since grade school. [His tone is matching Crane's right now.]

We pulled countless pranks on the other students nonstop. Always sat together at the lunch table. Remember Senior Prom? I had to leave Pam behind because Lex had stolen your class ring. [You're welcome for backing you up that night, by the way.]

[identity profile] uranophobe.livejournal.com 2011-07-04 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I do remember it. [And yet, didn't he skip prom, opting to reread Carrie and dream the dream? He likes the first one better, even if it involves Luthor being a dick again.]

Perhaps this is the carrot to their stick: Tempting the captives with an idyllic past and future, to replace their own imperfect ones. Maybe they're testing to see if bribery works better than punishment.

[identity profile] puzzlerprince.livejournal.com 2011-07-04 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
They've tested us like this before. On Valentines' Day, they were able to plant false memories into our heads.

[identity profile] uranophobe.livejournal.com 2011-07-06 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
If that's true, I'm rather glad I missed it. [but oh it must've been hilarious]