Guard: *Walking down the narrow halls along side the doctor* So this guy... He's like, real smart or something?
Doctor: *Walking down the narrow halls along side the guard while he holds a yellow folder with the name 'Nygma, Edward' typed on the tab* I would personally consider this patient to be a criminal genius, however, his flaw would be that he has OCD.
Guard: OCD?
Doctor: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder... He can't help but to do certain things. This includes his, 'shtick' of leaving riddles behind every crime he commits.
Guard: So Batman basically figures out these riddles and finds him?
Doctor: More or less, yes... Like most mad men, he can't help but to have his so called genius, noticed. He finds sport in challenging the Batman's, as well as everyone elses intellect by leaving riddles.
Guard: What a weirdo... Does he do anything else?
Doctor: Says in his file that he has related themed weaponry and that he leaves these so called 'deathtraps' for others to endure. Other than that, he has no real skill in unarmed combat.
Guard: What a weirdo...
Doctor: It's hard to say how he became this way but that's what I'm here for...
Guard: *Finally reaches the desired cell* Alright! Open Cell #023907!
Doctor: *Walks in after the cell doors open and sees Nygma sitting on his bed hunched over resting his arms on his knees. A large shadow casts over him to it was real hard to see his body and face.* Good evening Mr. Nygma. How are you this evening?
Riddler: Everyday it's the same routine for us... I can predict your every move doctor...
Doctor: I am fully aware that you are an expert at deducing certain problems but the routine is here for a reason. You yourself have a routine in your crimes.
Riddler: I know I know... So what brings you here tonight doctor?
Doctor: Now now Edward... You know exactly why I'm here and why you're here...
Riddler: The Batman...?
Doctor: Well he is the one that brought you in, yes... But I was refering to...
Riddler: I know who the Batman really is...
Doctor: Your... Excuse me?
Riddler: I'll make a deal with you doctor... Signal to the guards to leave the area and I'll converse with you privatly.
Doctor: Edward this is rediculous. I would never do such a thing...
Riddler: What do you have to lose? You know that I am a very talented person and you have a lot to gain with the identity of the Batman.
Doctor: *Begins to consider it, then finally decides to go through with it* Hold on Edward... *He goes outside the cell and tells the guard to leave the area to speak with the Riddler privatly.*
Guard: *All the guards in the area of that cell leaves the area*
Doctor: *Walks back in* Okay Mr. Nygma... Lets talk...
Riddler: Well you know very well doctor that I must tell you in the form of a riddle...
Doctor: *Walks up to the Riddler* Well okay fine I'll play your little game for now Mr... *He stops mid sentence as he notices that the person who he thought was the Riddler turned out to be a bunch of pillows in the shape of a person. On the pillows was a tape recorder. Bellow the tape recorder was a small green box with a purple question mark scratched on the front of the box.* Edward...
Riddler: *The tape recorder stops playing*
Doctor: *He walks up to the box and picks it up. He opens it and inside is a message. It reads... "By now you've realized that I have indeed predicted how you would act and react to this scenario. I have previously recorded the entire conversation on this tape recorder which is one of the ways I can show you just how predictable you are as well as prove to you my genius. As for Batman's secret identity... That is mine to keep as leverage on the bat... As for my wearabouts... Well... What fun would it be telling you unless I gave you a riddle. Here's your clue...* What...? *Bellow the message has a picture of a bee hive with a plus sign, then a picture of a humans back side and a plus sign, then a picture of the doctor.* I... I... What...?
Riddler: *He lurks out of the shadow from the corner of the cell from behind the doctor. Holding a large blunt object, he strikes the doctor in the back of the head and knocks him out.* The answer my friend, is that I was right "Bee, Hind, You".
[As we pan away from the asylum, we hear the cause of mass panic between the guards and the unconcious doctor as well as the absent patient in cell #023907]
Arkham File #3: Incomplete
