Edward Nygma

Riddle me this. If you break me I do not stop working, if you touch me I may be snared, if you lose me nothing will matter. What am I?

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

“Riddle me this, riddle me that, who's afraid of the big, black bat?”

#DCRP #Batman #DMtoPlot

WT: #WriterInTheBelfry

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@PlumedPatootie made from strips of torn up pajamas, sweat pants and t-shirts. ‘Work From Home.’ He’d sigh. “When is art not art?” He’d shake his head. “When it’s modern.”

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@PlumedPatootie into the east wing, they’d stroll slowly past giant postmodern sculptures of office supplies. A 12 foot paper clip made from soda cans. A stapler the size of a car made from Lexzon shipping boxes. A kitchen table sized pile of rubber bands ❓

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

❓: Feel like I should make a Calendar Man. Just so I can point out that two months ago today it was April 29th.

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@PlumedPatootie advertised ‘Belikov’s Awe-dubon’. He’d shake his head. As gauche as the art was, that only made it worse. They’d be doing the art world a service tonight.

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@PlumedPatootie Gentlemen’s Choice. The young lady on the cover wouldn’t really strike him as anyone a gentleman would choose, but then the guard hadn’t struck him as a gentleman. He’d shrug.

Looking about, he’d see a banner over the east wing of the Museum that ❓

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

❓: Riddle me this. Is it the same Bat slutting his way through anything in fishnets.

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

“Who knew the sixth stage of grief was fishnets?”

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@PlumedPatootie with blood, then travel up her long beautiful neck, meeting her eyes. He’d hold her gaze for a beat. “When is a spanking not a spanking?” He’d wink before supplying the answer. “When it’s foreplay.”

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@PlumedPatootie He’d feel a shiver of delight as she’d proclaim her wickedness. What was it Shakespeare said? ‘These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.’ His eyes would fall upon her bosom, now bespecked ❓

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@MsGothamKitKat @GothamCondiment @GothamDuality @GothamClayActor this, Victor. What, other than yourself, can freeze anything it sees? Or better yet, what shoots but never kills?”

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@MsGothamKitKat @GothamCondiment @GothamDuality @GothamClayActor cameras. Oswald was undoubtedly watching them, hoping to use what he could glean to his advantage. Mitchell would undoubtedly pay for both his party crashing and his spot-on analogy about Oswald’s failing culinary reputation.

“Riddle me ❓

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

❓: Is it really ‘writing’ if all you have is a pretty face claim, a dozen retweets and OOC posts?

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@MsGothamKitKat @GothamDuality @GothamClayActor clever as himself. Strange was one, just barely, and this alone kept Eddie’s tongue curbed. “I’d ask how retirement was treating you, but I see it’s going well.”

[Edward Nygma @GothamConundrum]

@MsGothamKitKat @GothamDuality @GothamClayActor Eddie was not here for the childish gamesmanship that often punctuated these gatherings. He’d long given that up. As time passed, there were fewer and fewer Gothamites that he’d rate as anywhere near as ❓