Sooooo I haven't died or anything just crazy busy with school. University can be hectic. I am getting back on the bus tho. So here's the next chapter. DOn't hate me! Thinngs get busy. I'm so sorry but please enjoy, I will try to update once weekly. And I also still don't own anything.

"Good to meet you, I'm Jim, Jim Gordon," the man with the mustache grabbed Edward's hand eagerly, that or he simply wanted to get this meeting over. Edward made notes in his brain, the commissioner appeared to be the sort of man to take anything to the extreme, especially his job.

Stewart grinned and interrupted, "He's a genius in his own field, sort of like you."

Edward was almost taken back by the praise, he was so used to being ignored. Quickly catching himself, "I'm just a techy, but thanks." It hurt his pride a bit not bathing in the praise more, but secrecy had its price.

He looked over these two men, one older and scruffy who carried himself like he had seen and done too much. While Stewart had naïve grin and was one who probably took things lightly.

While Edward analyzed him, Gordon was analyzing back. No way was this kid old enough to be in second year of university.

"So you're in second year?" Gordon questioned.

But Edward was smarter, "Yes Sir, I graduated from my high school two years ahead. My parents helped me pay for my years at MIT." Edward rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Glad they did, or I'd be stuck in office cleaning out old computer files."

That eased Gordon's suspicious mind, he flipped through the paperwork everything seemed in order. It was all voluntary which would please the finances, a co-op position which would end experience and a reference for the kid. Seemed like a good deal.

"Edward Nygma," Gordon said the name out loud, something about it just seemed wrong but he tried to push his suspicions away. "Everything seems in order, you've got a place to stay?"

Edward nodded, "Yup, part of my co-op is I get a dorm room at Gotham University."

"Good, good, so can you start today?" Gordon asked eagerly.

"Yah sure but I was thinking of unpack-"

Interrupting him Gordon pointed out his door, "Excellent because I need some to track the asshole that made the police network look like a hacker's playground."

"As you wish Commissioner," the kid nodded. Gordon appreciated the courtesy and respect. Maybe kids these days weren't that bad after all.

Edward walked through the loud office as different officers tried passing large amounts of paper around. They bumped into each other and white sheets rained from the sky as they swore. Edward shoved his hands in his pockets and clutched them tight. The clutter everywhere was enough to drive him mad.

"This seems a little chaotic," Edward noted looking up at Stewart, "Is it always like this Officer Stewart."

"Oh god, please leave the officer out. You're one of us now," Stewart clapped Edward on the back. Though Edward was almost half a head taller than Stewart, he had maybe half the muscle. So Edward almost took a header into a table.

Stewart grabbed Edward by the arm, "Whoa, sorry, didn't know u were as fragile as you looked."

That comment stung a bit but Edward held his tongue, "I'm not used to rowdiness," he lied. In truth he wasn't used to friendly violence in general.

"I get it I don't see MIT being one of those places you'd punch each other in greeting," Stewart joked and Edward gave a convincing smile.

Stewart kept talking, Edward was under the impression the man was happy to finally not feel like the new guy. He had someone he probably thought looked up to and admired him now. A sense of empowerment. What a fool was what Edward thought.

"You kind of remind me of those stick bugs, thin frame and long limbs," Stewart laughed at his own comparison.

Edward argued back, "I'm only like 6'3."

"Probably more, and what are you 18? You might still grow."

Edward grinned, almost genially. Here was a guy who barely knew him and treated him kindly in his own way. Though it was probably because Edward was now a genius computer tech with a passion for solving crimes. Or at least that's what his application said.

"Anyway I'm going to head to the server, try and see what the problem is," Edward was anxious to take the next step of his plan. Stewart nodded and headed back toward Gordon's office.

Edward hated the dorm at Gotham University, the walls were plain and the furniture was worn out. He hated beige. It reminded him of his school which in turn reminded him of a jail. He put his green questioned marked Rubix cube on top of his desk. There just a little bit home in this terrible place.

He took it off again and put into his safe that looked like a dictionary. He couldn't leave it out in the open since it was the Riddler's symbol. Edward had gone into the server and fiddled around. He had pretended to look for an intruder but coming up with nothing as he had made sure to leave no trail.

After writing up a report he headed home for the night. The unorganized police station gave him the shakes and made him want to pull his hair out. Edward at down, unsure what to do. He had to leave all his riddle books at home in case someone went through his room. He had two laptops, one that kept no trace of his browser history and needed to be opened with a fingerprint and iris scanner. Not only that but it couldn't be traced, sending its signal across the world. Also it was disguised as an old suitcase. It could not hold any fingerprints on the case and in the case someone tried to open it, it destroyed the laptop. It may be overkill but Edward was a nervous person. And still Edward wouldn't use the emergency laptop to look up riddles to satisfy his hunger for knowledge.

Instead he picked up a book on biology and different types of toxins. One of the electives he was apparently taking at MIT. In reality he was keeping his knowledge of poisons open, it had helped in his schemes so far. The subject was the most difficult for Edward, his test subjects, rats, had died before he had gotten the dosage right.

He might as well spend his free time now as soon, he would not have any.

"Oswald!" the screeching seemed to fill the house. Oswald massaged his head, would his mother ever shut up and leave him alone?

"Oswald Chesterfield Cobblestone!"

"Yes mother?!" Oswald yelled back.

Screaming, "If you're going out bring an umbrella!"

"I'm not going out mother!"

"I heard the door!"

Oswald wanted to tear out his hair. He was almost 46 years old and his mother was screaming at him every day to bring to bring an umbrella. Trying to compose himself, Oswald smoothed his white collared shirt. He straightened his tie and combed his black hair that was partially graying. He had always tried to dress nicely.

"There was no door!" Oswald tried to fix his eyeglasses in frustration. Only one of the lenses was real the other was glass. He hated the fact only one of his eyes was bad, glasses felt useless.

His mother kept to her room most of the time. She hated outdoors ever since her husband had died from pneumonia after being drenched in a storm. The Cobblestone family had always been well off and even after his father had died, Oswald's mother wouldn't let Oswald near the finances despite Oswald's schooling in accounting and business.

A squawk caught his attention, this time not his mother. On the chubby side, and short, Oswald stood up to pat a small budgie on its head. The house of filled with birds, the only thing, other than her son, that kept her company. However they seemed to keep Oswald company more than his mother. Above him he heard a huge "THUMP", the sound of something soft falling. Right above him was where his mother lived.

"Mother?"

Edward pulled on his green jacket, just thinking of the next step made him shake with excitement. His goggles sat on top of his head while his tie hung around his neck untied. He had a small backpack filled with his tools for the night.

He had wanted his playthings to figure out the riddle before he put out his next one but it didn't seem like that would happen. The idiots would have to get it in their morning report tomorrow. Edward tried to his tie, failing he opened up the app on his phone. The app was being used constantly now with his dual life as the Riddler.

Pulling out a small black pistol he had bought off some criminal, he pulled out the bullets, counting them. He had to be ready for anything. Edward knew the cops would be demanding his after the craziness and mocking of his last attack. He pushed the cartridge back and took off the safety.

He had to be ready if he wanted to destroy them all.