I refused to touch it. That thing. I could not stoop to the level of a pawn and become the playable fool of the Riddler.
But.
It had something I needed. Something I could not bargain with. Not that I am a man of my word on mortal matters, but I did not care to seek the Riddler out. When the time was right, I would exact my revenge and plunge my hand into her heart and finally understand what---
My hands. What were they doing? Holding a thin white sheet against the monochromatic backdrop of my hand. When did the paper decide it held meaning to me? Was it a feeling of desperation that drove me to do this?
'Two letters
Say my name
Two letters
And a question
What I embrace
I destroy.'
These were words. They formed meaning and held an unseen promise. A promise to get even with this 'riddle master'. The sooner I recovered my sword, the closer I would be to complete annihilation of my problems.
But it all began with the white paper and the envious color of ivy.
Continued to: An Envious Shade of Green... Part 2
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((Quick question, my next post goes in... the human realm? And yeah, this post is late. Sorry about that~))
