Doors Sins: Halloween Event (doorssins) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-10-18 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: halloween, riddler |
What: Reveal!
When: After the party!
Warings: Nope!
Coin-Operated Boy. For just a couple cents he could do everything you say and love you better than any of the real boys.
Truth was, the Coin-Operated Boy had never laid in bed with his hands tangled with his lover's fingers. Never apologized in the rain because he said something stupid at a cafe to her best friend. Never made a woman dinner and asked her if the pasta sauce needed more salt or maybe some oregano. There was never a longing in his heart. Sometimes boredom over took him, as it did to most men in his city, but never the heartache, the loneliness or starry-eyed hope. If he felt these things, experienced the sweet spot of normality that seemingly everyone wanted a taste of, maybe it would knock him down from god to god-like. Wasn't easier to flirt with seduction and surround himself with money? Besides, who would ever love a man that couldn't respect their primitive intelligence. Who was always better than them and never, ever stopped. Not after his father broke him in half and sent all of Gotham ablaze with numbers and calculations.
The Riddler grabbed the empty place where a coinslot used to be and screamed. He fell to his knees and just kept taking in breath after breath, before collapsing on the floor under a sea of watching monitors and control panels. His fingers and arms trembled with a fear that hadn't overcome him in decades. It wasn't the dying part that scared him. He laughed at the beating wings of death every night. No, this was about losing his mind, about losing everything about him that made him unique. And losing all that for the sake of someone else's happiness was terrifying. The Riddler had been there before, but he broke free didn't he? It made him the man he was today. "Sadie." The man in green gasped, hand slapping the motherboard above him for his green phone. "Sadie I'm calling Batman I want to go home." At least in Arkham they entertained his riddles and fantasies. He'd rather be treated like a caged dragon pacing the floor than a fool and a TOY.
Suddenly his fingers snapped away and he rolled on his back, paralyzed from the swaggering drunk that stumbled back into his head. Run, Riddler, Run. She whispered as diabolically as a little Asian girl could be. You want to give up and call Batman so you can hide? Or do you want to have some fun?
"W-what?" Riddler was a mess. His face wet with tears and eyes red in fear and anger at his own weakness that were put on display that night. "How drunk are you right now?"
Very. Very amounts of drunk. Sadie slurred happily. Now listen up, green man. Cause I don't care what happened to you at that party. Oooh did little baby question mark get stibbity stabbed? TOO BAD. Last night I did all the stabbing and it felt amazing.
"Jesus christ." Riddler rubbed his face, splayed out on the floor, hiccuping back any hints of crying or the panic attack he had before she spoke up.
So here's what we're going to do, He could practically hear the girl stumbling around in his mind, knocking over lamps and spilling drinks everywhere. I'm going back to the casino and you're- you're gunna cheat for me. Like we used to. Like a family. And we're going to make lloooaaaads of money.
"You know, I feel like there was a lesson I needed to learn here tonight and you're really not helping."
Loads. Of. Money. Sadie repeated sternly and then began singing a song about "dosh" over and over at the top of her lungs. Yes, there was a lesson for the Riddler to learn tonight. The same lesson he should have learnt when he couldn't kill a woman tied to a chair. A lesson about hanging up the question mark and trying to use his mind for good. But, somehow between the drunk girl pulling him back up and insisting on going back to business as usual, it was lost.