Naila al-Kimyai is the Demon's (head) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-21 04:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, eddie nigma, ra's al ghul |
In which Ra's catches himself a jackal
Who: Ra's and Eddie
What: Eddie goes to investigate something in the Sewers...
Where: Gotham
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: A wee bit of violence. Wee.
The Riddler liked to think of himself as King of Arkham City. Perhaps to some it would be a sad, worthless title. To him? To him it was progress. He had already helped a neighborhood petition for a newly paved road so that they could put shops and apartments and theaters and parks in that dead space that used to be a giant prison. He knew every inch of it all the way down to Slaughter Swamp. Every electrical current, every wifi password, every water pipe. His mind melded with the heartbeat of that part of town. He was going to make it better. He was going to bring something good to Gotham. He was going to 1 + 0 for once in his life.
While he was working on the new apartment complex, he realized there was something weird going on with the electricity. The lights would flicker madly for a few seconds before going completely dead and that didn’t make any sense unless there was something down below fucking with all the wires and circuits. So, he ventured down to see what all the hubbub was about.
Dressed in a classic Riddler suit of bright greens, question marks and a golden tie, he liked to think it made him look less like Gotham’s janitor. That’s what Stephanie thought he was, right? He could be in the Watchtower making alien tech exclusively in case there was some Marvel shaped invasion, but it was lonely up there and pointless. The Justice League was dying, the Watchtower was a waste of energy and nothing compared to the connection he had with Gotham. His wife could think his efforts were as silly as she wanted, goddamnit, Eddie knew in his heart that this was the best way to utilize all that genius he had rolling around in his skull.
So, he climbed, climbed down and down to the depths of Gotham. Any rogue would call the catacomb below Gotham home. How many cops had he lost down here because they didn’t know the maze? How many goons had died because they took one wrong step into a Riddler trap? God, sometimes, he really missed making those.
“Riddle me this!” Eddie hopped down into an empty, echoing tunnel and clicked a light on from his question-marked shaped cane. “Oh, someone’s been a bad, bad crazed Arkham escapee down here~” He saw that circuits were changed, some wires were cut and there was just something about the tunnels that felt like someone had recently moved in. He turned, chuckled at his own silliness and then everything went black.
And, maybe Eddie should have been more careful. Maybe he shouldn’t be doing things like this knowing that Steph could have a bun in the oven.
But, this was Gotham, wasn’t?