Warning: Violence and blood
Enigma sighed as she looked up at the warehouse before her, nervously tugging on one of her long pigtails before she took a breath, pushing into the place that she had first found a home in The City, the place Bruce and she had started her life in.
The place that could end up her tomb.
“Daddy?” she called, as she entered, running a finger over the table that had once housed Bruce’s work. All traces of the scientist has been eradicated by her father, but the memories remained and she gave a soft smile, before looking around for the man she was looking for, hoping that she wasn’t walking into a trap. “Da-addy!”
Edward was very disappointed in his daughter. For a number of reasons he claimed valid in his own twisted mind, finally settled on by the union of Enigma and Bruce. That had been the last straw. Edward understood that Enigma, his daughter, had a right to be happy and make her own way but ultimately her decisions affected his own. And he wasn't about to put up with anyone standing in his way. Including his own blood.
Edward had agreed to meet with Enigma at the warehouse and by Jonathan's insistence he brought along a couple of goons to protect him. Not that he needed them. Well, maybe he did but he hated to believe that.
In Edward's mind, Enigma could never truly be part of both of the worlds she lived in. She had made her choice and sealed her own fate. Edward had stopped loving her the moment she made her vows and said those two words. She no longer held the place in his heart, as tiny as it was, and it crushed him. She had picked the good side and he felt abandoned by her. True they had their differences but Bruce would always be the wall that separated them for the duration of their lives. He wasn't going to tolerate Enigma's games. She might believe that she could be evil in secret, but having a Hero for a husband snuffed that idea out even before it flickered and was allowed to become a flame.
No no. It wouldn't work. Not in the long run. And Edward was exhausted by the idea of being strung along by his daughter. If Bruce was her choice it would be the last one she ever made. He was finished.
Edward's whole life was a trap. Everything. All of it and it always had been. So she was walking into a trap. More than likely the last one she would ever set foot into.
"Over here, baby." He called softly, slipping out of the shadows. He paused and looked at her, fingers of one hand curled around his cane as he watched her from beneath the brim of his green bowler hat. He was cool, collected and calculating. If anyone could feel the danger in the room he hoped it would be her and that she would regret her choices. ( A Riddle Wrapped in an Enigma )