Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter (_enigma) wrote in elmwoodstate, @ 2012-08-06 07:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | enigma, lisa cuddy |
Characters: Enigma and Open
Setting: Flower Garden
Summary: Introspection
Ratings/Warnings: Mid level at the moment, will update if changes/Mentions of violence
Status: In progress
Enigma lay on the grass next to a patch of tulips, her adopted mother's favorite flower. She sighed, staring up at the large hospital in the fair distance, mentally contrasting all the ways it differed from Arkham Asylum.
She wasn't stupid, she knew why she was here, much the same she knew why she was generally stuck into Arkham rather then Blackgate Prison.
She wasn't sane. Never had been, and according to reports, never would be. It was a genetic trait, passed down along her father's line.
Oh sure, they could pretend, smile and laugh and be the perfect little 'normal' people when they had to, but most of the time...they just didn't bother. It was pointless to be something you weren't, and Enigma saw no reason to pretend when she was quite happy being utterly mad.
She didn't even argue with her diagnoses from this place, though she wondered at their skills considering they missed a few. Arkham never missed...except maybe escapees.
Folding her hands behind her head she gave another heavy sigh, an unbidden tear sliding down her cheek as she thought of her missed home. Raising an arm up, she examined the large scars across her arm, almost remembering the feel of leather and latex against her skin as Batman grabbed her. A smirk curled over her lips and she replaced her arm behind her head, humming softly.
The others might not be so interested in escape, but Enigma was going to return home to dance with the Bat another time. Until then, she'd play nice for the moment, until she could find a way to twist everything her way.