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Wed, 08 Aug 2012 00:08:21 +0100

gaptoothedriddler:

likewinteritself:

[You get a raised eyebrow, though don’t get her wrong, it’s more of a curious one] Scheming? What were you planning?

Edina shrugs. “The usual. A few break ins, some riddles here and there, teases for the Batman, mainly a bank heist.” She grins happily, the mixture of excitement and nerves at the upcoming job running through her veins. “It’s going to be so perfect of course. I mean I’m the orchestrator so there’s no doubt it’s going to be perfect.”

[A small frown followed by a sigh] I’ve heard of a male version of you…Why do you feel the need to be….[looks for the word] perfect?

“There are plenty of male versions of myself, believe me I’ve found a few of them. As for feeling the need to be? I don’t ‘feel the need’ to be perfect, I am perfect! In every single way! I’m a genius, my mind is so complex, so brilliant, it must be so inconceivable to mere mortals but I am perfect in every single way.” She leans on her cane, ego swelling as she explains her perfection to this new fan.

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Tue, 07 Aug 2012 23:22:19 +0100

likewinteritself:

gaptoothedriddler:

likewinteritself:

gaptoothedriddler:

likewinteritself:

[Looks at the rather cute young girl] Hello.

“Er hello.” She shuffles awkwardly, giving a tiny wave of greeting.

[A slightly sympathetic smile] Ah, there’s no need to be so shy. How are you?

Tucking her hair behind her ears she tries to keep it under control, but as usual it’s a lost cause. “I’m fine thank you, finally giving myself a night off from working so hard. My body and mind feel like they need a break from all this scheming.” She can’t help the shyness, as much as she craves attention from others, it’s still difficult to feel comfortable around other women.

[You get a raised eyebrow, though don’t get her wrong, it’s more of a curious one] Scheming? What were you planning?

Edina shrugs. “The usual. A few break ins, some riddles here and there, teases for the Batman, mainly a bank heist.” She grins happily, the mixture of excitement and nerves at the upcoming job running through her veins. “It’s going to be so perfect of course. I mean I’m the orchestrator so there’s no doubt it’s going to be perfect.”

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Tue, 07 Aug 2012 23:07:38 +0100

likewinteritself:

gaptoothedriddler:

likewinteritself:

[Looks at the rather cute young girl] Hello.

“Er hello.” She shuffles awkwardly, giving a tiny wave of greeting.

[A slightly sympathetic smile] Ah, there’s no need to be so shy. How are you?

Tucking her hair behind her ears she tries to keep it under control, but as usual it’s a lost cause. “I’m fine thank you, finally giving myself a night off from working so hard. My body and mind feel like they need a break from all this scheming.” She can’t help the shyness, as much as she craves attention from others, it’s still difficult to feel comfortable around other women.

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Tue, 07 Aug 2012 22:53:58 +0100

likewinteritself:

[Looks at the rather cute young girl] Hello.

“Er hello.” She shuffles awkwardly, giving a tiny wave of greeting.

Girls' Night

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 23:53:31 +0100

detectivenigma:

“Good, my dear. Because you don’t deserve it to have anybody treat you like you are their property. You are a free young lady and you can do whatever you want.” He took some not so bright, natural colors for her. The first things he did was put on some light foundation to hide the redness around her nose a little and some other small blemishes. Not too much but just enough to give her a nice fresh tint. Also he carefully applied some light pink rouge to her cheekbones. It wasn’t much but it made her look perky and cute.

“Most people make the mistake of trying too much and feeling alien when looking into the mirror. You have to find a style you are comfortable with to feel beautiful. Sometimes I do not wear make-up at all except for my skin and I can still feel pretty. It’s all about what you channel in your mind.” Feeling sexy certainly read with other humans. After all we were animals just as much as dogs or cats. We only pride ourselves in our advancements. He gave her a mirror so she could look at what he tried. “How do you feel, dear?”

“I know that now of course, I’d never let anyone treat me that way again. But at the time I was young, lonely and didn’t know any better. Believe me, I fully intend to do whatever I want from now on.” First thing on the list when she gets home is to find him and destroy him.

Leaning forward she has to take a deep breath to keep herself calm as he touches her, but he’s gentle and as soft as she’d suspected with his touch. Her eyes remain closed throughout, not wanting to put him off at all. “So less is more with make-up? And I have to find my own style, right, okay I’m sure I can do that should I take to wearing it.” She probably won’t, sure that she’d manage to screw it up were she to try it, most likely end up looking like the Joker.

Bracing herself she takes the mirror and holds it, opening her eyes slowly and preparing herself for the worst. “Oh…” It’s strange seeing herself but not herself. It’s not a huge change, not like a mask but it’s almost as if she’s been touched up a little. “I look…” Clean, neat, tidy, smooth, finished, delicate, nice, new, lovely. “Nice.” She can’t stop smiling.

Girls' Night

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 20:04:12 +0100

detectivenigma:

“It certainly can be good to be friends first. And don’t let anyone tell you about that stupid ‘friendzone’ bullshit. It’s simply idiotic.” Detective could get quite grumpy when people actually tried to argue that something like that existed. “And yes, he is quite work-oriented. But I think that’s his way to cope with things. No matter how much he hurts others with it sometimes. Puzzles managed to make me cry. And he still holds the record for that.” Not even Joker or Ivy ever had gotten him to cry.

“No. Make up can be very natural and you don#t have to wear much of it for it to have any effect. Even just lining your eyes can accentuate your favorite features, dear. Don’t you worry.” Edward smiled and waited a little for her to calm down. Instead to show her that it was nothing extreme or bad he quickly lined his eyes, giving them a slightly cat-like appearance. “See? it’s just a little accessoire. Like a nice hat or a tie.”

At the mention of ‘friendzone’ she can’t stop herself from blushing furiously. “I…I sort of know all about the ‘friendzone’ thing. I can assure you I won’t be letting it happen to me again.” She’d been at University, afraid of spending the rest of her life as lonely as she had been at school and desperate for a friend. Looking back on it now she would have kicked him in the teeth for what he’d said to her, how he’d tried to guilt her into things she didn’t want to do. Telling her that she’d been leading him on. She’d have to find him, pay him back for making her even more untrusting than she had been before.

“You look really pretty.” She smiles, observing just how well the make-up defines his eyes and makes them seem brighter. “Alright, I trust you Detective.” She doesn’t have much hope for the make-up making her look any better, she’s fully aware that she’s a lost cause, but it’s something she’s always yearned to have a try at. Something so girly and forbidden that she’s always been too afraid of trying it. “Accessorise me as much as you wish.”

Girls' Night

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 19:37:31 +0100

detectivenigma:

gaptoothedriddler:

Edina chokes a little on her drink when he mentions having lovers, she had heard him mention that they had an open relationship but she hadn’t thought that was what he meant by it. Well of course he had, what else would he have meant? “Yeah I’ve heard communication is the key to a healthy relationship, both romantic and otherwise. I guess that’s probably where they’ve fallen apart so easily through my life. I mean other relationships, not romantic ones of course. I’ve never had one of those.”
That was a stupid thing to say, she shakes her head before trying to ignore her idiotic words, to move onto other topics. “I don’t see why they should be so rude to you. I was always taught to respect those elder than myself, they must be pretty stupid Riddlers if they don’t want to take your advice on board. I mean everything you’ve told me so far is being taken as advice, I appreciate the help and guidance.” Also she’s never had someone want to help her before, so it’s a rather enjoyable feeling. She watches him tie up his hair, thinking it made him look younger.

He looks a little worried when she chokes on her drink and carefully pats her back a little. “It can be very hard to trust people like that. I have known Jervis for at least eighteen years. Even if most of it was a non-romantic friendship, it build up the needed trust for it to work. Sometimes things progress only very slowly and that can be just as wonderful and good as a faster relationship. Everybody has their own pace.” Well and also they both had their unique quirks that needed some getting used to.

“Agreed, but well. I don’t blame him too much. He’s just wanting to feel independent I suppose.” Well he had promised her trying some things on this girls night so he grabbed his make-up case and smiled. “Do you want to try out a few things dear? Maybe something light?” He wouldn’t put on too much. Giving her a shock with something completely different wouldn’t do it.

Their own pace huh? Yeah she certainly had her own pace. Standing still. “So sometimes it works to be friends first then?” She could do that, it certainly sounded a lot less scary than having an actual romantic relationship. “I think I could cope with that. As for Puzzles, I assume we’re talking about him, he’s a jerk. I mean I haven’t really gotten to know him much but he’s very work orientated. He needs to learn to relax a little.”

Shifting closer on the couch she lets her curiosity take ahold of her, peering into the hidden depths of Detective’s make-up case. ”I…I’ve never worn make-up before.” And just like that every single little thing her father ever told her about looking ‘like some cheap whore’ comes back to her. She curls into herself a little as he smiles to her, his eyes kind and encouraging as she tries to ignore the memories. “It won’t make me look…you know…bad or anything will it?”

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Wed, 18 Jul 2012 19:05:37 +0100

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Wed, 18 Jul 2012 19:02:09 +0100

Girls' Night

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 18:59:31 +0100

detectivenigma:

gaptoothedriddler:

Taking her mug up again she sips at her tea, it’s settled to a wonderful warmth between too hot and warm, just enough to keep her satisfied as they talk. “He really loves you, that much is obvious. Medical problems can really tear a couple apart, it’s a sign of just how much he loves you that he’s still here after all this time. When my mother got ill, my father didn’t care, if anything he spent more time blaming her for getting ill in the first place than actually helping her. It broke their marriage. Sometimes I think if he’d helped her more, she might not have died.”
It’s strange to speak so openly about her past, but being with Detective she doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as she usually does around others, he puts her at ease and that means she feels more open to talk. Shrugging she tugs the blanket a bit closer, losing her mother was tough but it was so long ago and she was so young that it wasn’t too upsetting to talk about anymore.

“I’m just glad you’re better. Really with everything you’ve been through if I even manage to be half as strong as you through my life I’ll feel accomplished.”

“I saw the same happen when my mother got ill. I’m confident in our love. We do both occasionally have other lovers to spend our nights with but in the end of the day we always return to each other. And we talk about what we feel or don’t want to happen. After all we are both grown up people. And communication is very important in a relationship.” He smiled and took one of the prepared snacks to contently eat one. Food tended to keep his anxiety over doing things wrong down for a little while. Eddie used to have weight fluctuations because of that, but now that he was retired he kept a healthy diet and did exercises.

“And thank you. Your words do mean a lot to me. After all some of the younger Riddlers don’t share those sentiments… One of them outright called me docile and blamed me for retiring early.” Puzzles was a whole chapter for himself. The young man had been quite rude for most of the part and he kept the record of being the person Detective had actually shot at three or so times.

“I guess some young people just are rebellious and loathe associating with elders.” He got one of his hairbrushes and neatly parted his hair to put it into small pigtails. Usually he did that to keep his hair out of the way.

Edina chokes a little on her drink when he mentions having lovers, she had heard him mention that they had an open relationship but she hadn’t thought that was what he meant by it. Well of course he had, what else would he have meant? “Yeah I’ve heard communication is the key to a healthy relationship, both romantic and otherwise. I guess that’s probably where they’ve fallen apart so easily through my life. I mean other relationships, not romantic ones of course. I’ve never had one of those.”

That was a stupid thing to say, she shakes her head before trying to ignore her idiotic words, to move onto other topics. “I don’t see why they should be so rude to you. I was always taught to respect those elder than myself, they must be pretty stupid Riddlers if they don’t want to take your advice on board. I mean everything you’ve told me so far is being taken as advice, I appreciate the help and guidance.” Also she’s never had someone want to help her before, so it’s a rather enjoyable feeling. She watches him tie up his hair, thinking it made him look younger.

Girls' Night

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 18:34:51 +0100

detectivenigma:

“Yes, cancer… And I was very much afraid. They told me I only had maybe two months left the first time. So I panicked and desperately tried to find a cure until I found the pit. There were a few side effects. The second time I was just stunned that this curse had crept up on me again. I was getting terrible migraines until I couldn’t move and kept loosing my memories and consciousness during them. Selina called a doctor and I got my diagnosis…” It had been terrible. And it hurt to think about it but if he repressed it, that wouldn’t do any good either.

“I have to say, if it wasn’t for Jervis I probably wouldn’t be here and I also wouldn’t be quite so well off. He has been helping me with my knee as well and taken care of me when I was recovering from the surgery as well.” The Hatter had stayed by his side the entire time and did his every wish to help him recover. “He even build me this couch so I can rest my leg better.”

Eddie motioned over to the large fainting couch. It was made out of the finest wood with green velvet coverings. Also some questions marks hidden in the baroque design. Just as Detective liked it with his furniture.

Taking her mug up again she sips at her tea, it’s settled to a wonderful warmth between too hot and warm, just enough to keep her satisfied as they talk. “He really loves you, that much is obvious. Medical problems can really tear a couple apart, it’s a sign of just how much he loves you that he’s still here after all this time. When my mother got ill, my father didn’t care, if anything he spent more time blaming her for getting ill in the first place than actually helping her. It broke their marriage. Sometimes I think if he’d helped her more, she might not have died.”

It’s strange to speak so openly about her past, but being with Detective she doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as she usually does around others, he puts her at ease and that means she feels more open to talk. Shrugging she tugs the blanket a bit closer, losing her mother was tough but it was so long ago and she was so young that it wasn’t too upsetting to talk about anymore.

“I’m just glad you’re better. Really with everything you’ve been through if I even manage to be half as strong as you through my life I’ll feel accomplished.”

Here's a random question for ya - where would you go for a dream vacation?

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:49:12 +0100

Oh look an actual intelligent question in my ask box, well aren’t I just flattered? As for an answer to your question there are a variety of places I desire to visit across the planet. Nowhere too hot, I do not enough that sort of weather. Europe is always nice, if only for the history they have over there, I do desire to see the ruins of Ancient Greece, particularly the Acropolis featuring the Parthenon. Though Rome looks nice, I do wish to visit Vatican City. Not through any religious yearnings believe me, but merely for a way to immerse myself in classical architecture and sculpture completely. I think I could maybe cope with the heat if I were to go to Egypt to see the pyramids…

Can you tell I enjoy ancient history?

Girls' Night

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:42:28 +0100

detectivenigma:

gaptoothedriddler:

“I hope I do. I mean I’ll work my ass off to get there, but I just know I will get there. I mean I’m a Riddler, of course I’ll be a success, I just hope I can be half as successful as you.” She slips closer to him, letting her fingers gently reach out to stroke along his kneecap. The skin is mottled, but not ugly, just different. The scars are healed but feel so rough against her skin compared to the rest of his leg.
She herself was no stranger to pain but she didn’t have any scars from her experiences. Well none aside from the usual little flecks, scrapes and bumps of living. “Brain tumour?” The pads of her fingers dip over the scars, sliding along them softly as she looks to him, asking more of him. “You mentioned it before, I don’t mean to pry but it sounds awful. I can’t imagine just what an effect that would have on me.” She shudders at the thought, mind craving for more of an insight but knowing that prying into such sensitive topics was rude.

“I survived two bouts of brain cancer. The first time I jumped into one of Ra’s al Ghul’s Lazarus Pits to heal myself… But it came back. I almost ended up dying and it did give me brain damage. Though for once I got incredibly lucky because all that stayed is something having speech problems, terrible migraines and memory problems. It could have been much worse…” He rubbed his temples a little at the memories of the terrible frightening pressure he had been able to feel in his head. It had scared him a lot.

“I saw the figurative light at the end of the tunnel before I was saved by Jervis and Mr. Freeze. They worked together and managed to build an enzyme that ate the tumor without damaging any other cells.” Eddie was ready to share his experiences because they had left such big impressions on him. It actually helped him to talk about them a little on occasion.

“Cancer?” That just sounded terrifying, she didn’t think she could ever cope through something as worrying as that. “God that must have been so hard, you must be so relieved that you’re safe now. I mean brain damage sucks and I’m sorry there are still lingering problems for you, but really that’s an amazing recovery.” He looks a little upset as he talks so she draws her hands back, not wanting to crowd his personal space if he’s feeling unsettled.

“You’re very lucky you had people willing to help you, and ones who could create something so amazing just for you. I mean really you’ve done so well, bouncing back from something so terrible, finding your soul mate and managing to put villainy behind you for a real career.” It wasn’t really jealousy she was feeling, but rather she spent a lot of her time around him in complete awe and hoping she can turn out to be half the Riddler he was.

Reblog if you want your followers to ask you random questions....

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:25:09 +0100

Reblog if you want your followers to ask you random questions.

Girls' Night

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:24:44 +0100

detectivenigma:

gaptoothedriddler:

She nods as he tells her about himself, how he’s had to work hard for things in his life. Having been raised by her father she knew how it felt to have restrictions you needed to work past, she also knew she’d already had to work very hard to get where she is today. “I’ve already achieved a lot I guess, and I do enjoy working hard.” Hopefully continuing to work hard, play harder and keep her mind focussed on the things that mattered would ensure that her future turned out well for her.

Helping herself to a few more nibbles she takes an interest in viewing his scars, not that she has a morbid and sick fascination with them…but it was a riddle she hadn’t answered about him yet, and one that she needed the answer to. “Shotgun shot?” Ouch, that did not sound very pleasant, she’d have to ensure she steered clear of shotgun touting thugs. “You poor thing. Is it okay if…may I touch?” She doesn’t want to intrude but they look so very interesting and she does love investigating new things.

“Indeed. And I’m sure you will achieve what you set your mind to. You have the talent to find a way.” He smiled and carefully moved a little closer so she could see the scars better. They were very deep and there were still the scars from the bullets entering his skin. Usually he put make-up on them to hide them but today he hadn’t felt like doing so. They were a slight purple-ish color on his pale white skin.

“Of course. Touching doesn’t hurt it. It’s only painful when I put my weight on it for too long or too hard. For example if I kneel or stand on one leg.” Edward flexed his knee a little and felt himself sink into memories a little. The incredible pain and agony at the injury. “That was the most painful thing I ever felt. Not even the brain tumors cause me that kind of pain with the migraines.” It had been like a blinding hot iron burning through his nerve endings. And it was a good analogy for this case…

“I hope I do. I mean I’ll work my ass off to get there, but I just know I will get there. I mean I’m a Riddler, of course I’ll be a success, I just hope I can be half as successful as you.” She slips closer to him, letting her fingers gently reach out to stroke along his kneecap. The skin is mottled, but not ugly, just different. The scars are healed but feel so rough against her skin compared to the rest of his leg.

She herself was no stranger to pain but she didn’t have any scars from her experiences. Well none aside from the usual little flecks, scrapes and bumps of living. “Brain tumour?” The pads of her fingers dip over the scars, sliding along them softly as she looks to him, asking more of him. “You mentioned it before, I don’t mean to pry but it sounds awful. I can’t imagine just what an effect that would have on me.” She shudders at the thought, mind craving for more of an insight but knowing that prying into such sensitive topics was rude.

So...uh...

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 22:58:56 +0100

Hi everyone. I know I haven’t been here in…a while.

Not my fault, I was busy with very important villainy type things!

Anyway so as a welcome back, you guys can ask me anything and I will answer 100% truthfully. Not that I don’t usually but you know I’m just saying. Ask me things?

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Tue, 17 Jul 2012 22:51:34 +0100

I noticed quite a few origami posts here, are you very into that? Or do you just think they're pretty?

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 22:50:41 +0100

I wouldn’t say I’m very into it, I just like it that’s all. Besides I’m a very fidgetty person, I always need something to do with my hands so I tend to make origami cranes and swans. They’re easy to do and…uh…

~~I guess I do think they’re kinda pretty.~~

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Tue, 17 Jul 2012 22:48:19 +0100

Girls' Night

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 22:44:06 +0100

detectivenigma:

gaptoothedriddler:

“It sounds nice.” Really nice. She can’t imagine having someone know her so well that they can communicate without words, know what each other are thinking and just have the ability to make each other feel better so easily. Detective is very lucky, so lucky to have that. “You’re really lucky.” A lot of other people, a lot of other women would give up everything just to have what he has. Not her, she may have a little want for such a thing, but she always has to put herself first.
He talks about instinct, about how it’s a genetic programme for their species. Sometimes she wonders if she’s just that broken that innate responses don’t work inside her mind. “You’ve got a wonderful life Detective, you must have worked hard for it.”

“I actually tend to be quite unlucky. But I somehow always find a way around things. And I’m sure you will to. You’re a smart young lady and if you set your mind to it you can achieve more than you’d ever think you could.” He took another of the mini-pizzas and contently enjoyed the taste. His computer beeped and he carefully checked a message on the laptop.

“Sometimes I do wish I was your age again and could run for hours, play games with the Bat and cause chaos in Gotham. But those times are over for me…” He rolled up the leg on the silk pajama pants he was wearing under his morning coat and showed her the numerous scars on his left knee. “I had to get this knee replaced two times after a close-range shotgun shot.”

She nods as he tells her about himself, how he’s had to work hard for things in his life. Having been raised by her father she knew how it felt to have restrictions you needed to work past, she also knew she’d already had to work very hard to get where she is today. “I’ve already achieved a lot I guess, and I do enjoy working hard.” Hopefully continuing to work hard, play harder and keep her mind focussed on the things that mattered would ensure that her future turned out well for her.

Helping herself to a few more nibbles she takes an interest in viewing his scars, not that she has a morbid and sick fascination with them…but it was a riddle she hadn’t answered about him yet, and one that she needed the answer to. “Shotgun shot?” Ouch, that did not sound very pleasant, she’d have to ensure she steered clear of shotgun touting thugs. “You poor thing. Is it okay if…may I touch?” She doesn’t want to intrude but they look so very interesting and she does love investigating new things.