Me And A Friend Had An Idea Of The Sixth Doctor Meeting The Riddler. So This Happened

For the first time in forever, Edward was nodding off in Arkham. The heinous asylum that has become the base of his nightmares. He looked dirty and disgusting, there wasn't proper hygeine after all, and covered in injuries. Cuts, bruises, marks created by those whom were here to 'help' him. His glasses, which were on his face, were in horrid condition. One lense was smashed, the right one, preventing him from seeing out of that eye. His other lense was cracked mildly. The frames were bent too. They were bent to a horrid proportion. It would cause troubles to keep them on it seems. Everytime the man would begin to fall to one side, he let out a gasp and sit straight up in fear. Where he'd rub his eyes and begin to doze again. Occasionally the screams of his best friend, Jonathan Crane(Scarecrow), waking up from a nightmare would cause him to stir and go to the wall and say soothing things threw the concrete. In which the brunete would always listen, and the ginger always knew he did. The laughter of Joker would also wake him up in fear, causing him to tremble on his bed until he silenced and he could doze again. The sobs of Jervis Tetch(Mad Hatter), who was in the cell other cell, would also cause him to go to the wall and speak threw to calm him. And like the brunette, the blonde would always listen to what he said. This particular night, however, he managed to doze for a solid hour until the door to the cell flung open.

Being brought back to his senses and feeling as though he was about to be beaten by the guards again for 'mouthing off', naturally he'd nestle himself into the small corner. A domestic action actually. But he calmed at what they said. Brisk voices of the males he couldn't make out because the sudden light in the dark cell made him squint and whine silently. "Here, we brought you a friend, freak!" A screech was emitted as the character was thrown in with force, hit the ground, and then the cell door was shut. Locking the two in darkness. There was silence for a while, until Edward thought they were gone, before he began speaking. "...Welcome to Arkham Asylum... I'm guessing you haven't been here before right...?"

The Doctor had landed his TARDIS again. However, not exactly in the best place that he could have landed. When he had landed, it took him longer to exit. This was because he couldn't fine his coat. When he had finally found it. The TARDIS had been surrounded but what he assumed to be police. They were pointing guns at him, and his hands went into the air. "Who are you?! What's in there!" he heard someone yell at him. Moving one step forward, and hearing the shouts telling him to stay back, he did as he was told. "I'm The Doctor." he said slowly, and simply. "As for the box, this is my TARDIS. It travels around the Universe." he said. The Doctor could here there mumbling, and words of calling him crazy. Annoyed, he crossed his arms. " Excuse you! I am not crazy, thank you very much. I am telling the truth!" he said. They glared at him, and told him to put his hands back up. Annoyed, he did so.

After quiet sometime of trying to to convince them. They thought that he was completely insane. And they continued to insult his coat! Obviously they had never heard of fashion. They grabbed him, and the next thing he knew, he was thrown into a room with someone called "Freak"? Naturally The Doctor had a feeling that wasn't the name of the other. After being thrown, and wincing as he hit the ground. He slowly sat up, "What now?" he asked, putting his hand on his head with an annoyed sigh. "I have no idea what you just called this place. But I shouldn't even be here." he grumbled.

Hearing the words of the other, he shook his head. "None of us really are suppose to be here... Well, with the exception of Harvey Dent, Harley Quinn, and Joker." Edward replied with a sigh as he tried to stand, it obviously proved difficult as he had to lean against the wall and he let out a hiss of pain. His pan leg was covered in crimson and his shoes were stained, his ankle was also swelling. Seems he sprained in and was injuried over it. Looked like it was snagged on barbed wire. "This is Arkham Asylum, the place for the insane, usually criminals who plead to be that way or get incarcerated by the vigilante named Batman." He chuckled. "Welcome to Gotham City, USA... The Second most dangerous city in the World, and the home to the most insane and criminal of people..." He explained, using the table to help him stay upright and keep off his one leg, he used his free hand to help the other up. Like his leg, it was coated in blood, however, unlike the lower limb, it had no swelling.

"I'm Edward Nygma. I also go by the name Enigma, but most know me by the criminal alias The Riddler. But I figured you probably knew that, or at least knew that if you lived here for at least half a week." The ginger explained nodding to the shorter male. "Little heads up about this place though... Since you are new... Try not to mouth off to the guards... Actually... Don't speak to them at all... That's how you get in such bad condition as me... Don't protest against the nurses they may drive you deeper into your 'insanity'... And don't trust the Doctors... They'll kill you if you do... Also, when you get the first offer of escape, take it, without the slightest bit of hesitation, understood? If you are here for more than a month, you may actually go insane."

The words of the other confused him. When he noticed how much blood there was he looked somewhere else. "No. I'm NOT supposed to be here. I have never heard of Gotham. I was TRYING to get to a different year. Different planet actually. Why is it that I almost always land on earth?" the last part was more to himself. The only thing about him was his multi-colored coat, short, curly blonde hair. A few bandages on him, he sighed. "This is ridiculous. I'm always getting myself into the most dangerous of places. Oh, and of course I become surrounded by IDIOT." he said, starting to pace only a little. He had become very angry at the situation they got into. As the other spoke more of the place, he turned to him

"Oh...I get stuck with all the criminals?! I didn't even DO anything! I just landed here and they didn't understand me. The imbeciles." he growled a little. "The Riddler? Never heard of you. Or Batman was it? Sounds familiar..." he paused, thinking. "Well...I really don't think I'm going to like this place. I'm not insane! There idiotic minds can't handle ANYTHING about the universe and time travel apparently!" he huffed, crossing his arms. He went from being in a good mood, to one of annoyance. Of course, it wasn't the others fault he got in here. Though, he WAS stuck with a criminal of all people...After thinking it over, he leaned on a wall. "I'm The Doctor. Just, The Doctor. Or, Doctor. Noting else. That is my name." he said, hiding his real name like he always did. "Oh, believe I will. I'd rather not stay here any longer than I have to."

As the other ranted, he let out a sigh and roll of his eyes as he settled himself back on the bed, gingerly lifting his feet off the ground. "Funny thing about that... I'm the only intellegent person so far you've probably met on the entirety of your time here... So don't say you are surrounded by idiots, imbecils, and arrogant minds, because keep in mind I'm not one of them!" He snapped in annoyance. He hated getting mixed in with the crowd of fools that he had to dwell within. "I have a staggering IQ of 238, don't mix me up with those who can't define a lie from truth, who don't know the difference between a riddle, a question, and an enigma." He added frowning at the other before letting out a sigh, according to Jervis, he needed to learn not to flip out on people, to keep his calm when addressing knew people that weren't even from this city.

"Nobody likes this place! Have you ever read the articles about Asylums in the 1800s? This place is two times worse than all those Asylums combined! Just with electricity and one nurse and doctor that actually care." He explained with a sigh. "After all... Most of the people here end up in death's row just from the food here... Another thing, never eat too much of it and never eat too fast. Dammit they don't give you much to begin with, but I suggest only eating half of eat, even if you are starving half to death, same with the water." Hearing about the Universe and Time Travel he raised a brow. Truthfully, he had heard that it was accomplished, but not by a fellow like him.

"Did you just say you travel across Space and Time? I wouldn't expect humans to ever get that far within their time of existance. May I inquire how exactly you managed to do it? It seems as though you actually aren't what I take you to be..." He let out another sigh as he closed his eyes and tried to continue dozing off. He was exhausted but fear kept him awake. Oh how he wished to be next to Jervis or Jonathan, they always knew how to help him on his sleepless nights even in Arkham. "Nice to meet you Doctor... Although I don't think you are nearly as pleased to meet me are you...?"

His eyes widened for a moment, "I've known a human to have an IQ that high before. Quiet surprising actually." he said, the nodded. "Yes, Sorry about that. I don't exactly like getting captured once I land. It's very rude, and ignorant of human. They really don't understand very much." he sighed. The Riddler intrigued The Doctors curiosity greatly. One, someone with such a high IQ. That fact that he could tell the difference between many things unlike most humans. That was something he hadn't expected at all. Of course, this was probably because most of his companions weren't as intelligent as he was. When he was asked about the the Asylums, he shook his head.

"No, actually. No I have not. I never really did much when going into that time period. Nothing interesting in the places I landed in. I always left almost right after I landed. Though, one time I didn't. Had to help with come cases. For some reason they trusted me with my high amount of intelligence." he said, looking at the ground and not paying very much attention the the others movement. Hearing about this place, he shivered. He knew almost instantly that he wasn't going to like this place one bit. By the way the other talked about the food. He already knew he probably wasn't going to do much eating in this place anyways. "Yes. Understood." he said, slowly sitting down.

When he asked about time travel, his face lifted up, only a little. At the mention of humans doing it, however, he scoffed. "Humans haven't been able to perfect it. And from what I understand from there future they never will be able to." he looked at the other, talking a little quieter when he noticed it look like he was trying to go back to sleep. "I'm a Time Lord. From the planet Gallifrey. I am not human at all. Much more intelligent than humans. However, yours seems as if it may be close to that of a Time Lord. As for how I go travelling. I do it in my TARDIS. It stand for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. T-A-R-D-I-S." he said simply, before answering the last question. "I suppose it is nice to meet you. Though, you are correct. I am not particular pleased. As I've never really interacted with a criminal and had anything nice or good happen. So being stuck with one is not exactly going to make me a happy camper. As a saying you humans use."

"Since when were humans ever polite...?" he asked somewhat groggily. "Homo Sapiens aren't exactly the most peaceful of species... They believe that the Earth is perfection... I feel as though I'm the only one that sees the over one billion flaws here..." The male said with a sigh, somehow managing to speak while dozing. The most interesting thing about the Riddler and his IQ is that he wasn't exactly able to attend school for long. And his IQ was all because of a disorder preventing him from being anything less than as intellegent as he was. At this point in time, actually, he has the highest IQ of anyone alive.

"Well... Those asylums were Hell on Earth... People called the Doctors the living embodiement of Satin... The Nurses were called the demons that were so heinous they were casted out of Hell... The patience were either called 'as sane as they get' or 'as mad as a hatter just without the charm'... Imagine that... Twice the horror of the thousands that were placed around the states at that time..." Edward told him with a yawn, swaying slightly as he spoke. Was he really, possibly falling asleep? Nope! It was here, when he was seemingly asleep, that this loud as anything laughter echoed threw the air, causing the male to sit up straight, tense, wide eyed. Falling completely silent until the madness of the laughter subsided. "Damn it Joker! One of these days you're gonna give me a heart attack!" He shouted to the cell above them in which a female replied: "Sorry Eddie, Mista J is just getting excited!" Ah Harley, bubbly Harley, the only person able to even be happy in the asylum. Not to mention the only person besides him and Jervis to get on a good side with Jonathan, and the only person whom is so pleasent that she is on every criminals good side. She is one of those people you can't hate even if you are the foulest of the foul.

"I'm sorry about my dozing... I haven't been able to get actual sleep in two weeks... I've only been able to doze because- well you can see why right? Not exactly a place to fall asleep in." He said with a sigh, keeping his blue eyes open and focused on the other. "I'm glad you are listening to my advice... You're really the only person who I think may actually survive that was bunked with me besides those that have had past experiences here..." He said with a shake of his head. "Shame... But then again, imputant fools always die here..." With the fact the other lowered his voice when he realized that he was dozing, it did please him, at least he has some way to show consideration to those whom he doesn't know. "I see... Well then Doctor, I should figure out a way to get you out of here... They may figure out you aren't human, but a Time Lord, and try something that will get themselves killed... Not by you persay, but by the equipment they'll use on you." Edward said with a sigh trying to doze again, this time with little success. "I can understand that... But I'm not like the other criminals... For one thing... I use my brain over brawn... Meaning I am more or less harmless without my henchmen and technology... Another thing... People who are smart, such as yourself, tend to- how should I put it- not make me want to crush their skulls with robotic spiders... Then there is the fact that I, myself, am trying to ditch the entire criminal stuff however... it's like a drug... Especially with disorders... it's so difficult to leave behind..."

"Ah yes. The Homo Sapien, Sapien. You are actually a sub species to the Homo Spaien. This is because you are more advance than the original Homo Sapien. I do believe I like them better than there sub species." he said with a sigh. It was a true, though. Even though he liked the human race, original and there sub species. He really did prefer the original over the other. They not only weren't as smart. They were easier to deal with. "Yes, the Earth more flaws than any planet I've ever seen. That's saying something because of how many are on Gallifrey." he said, leaning his head back and looking up.

He was silent. Listening to the other inform him about the Asylums in the earlier years. He couldn't help feel sorry for everyone who had to be there. Living in what sounded to be the most terrible place on Earth. Maybe even the Galaxy. After all, he had heard, and seen, worse, throughout the whole of the Universe. Though, within the Milky Way Galaxy, he couldn't exactly remember at the moment if he had heard anything more horrifying. Just thinking about it scared the life out of The Doctor. In the silence, when the laughter was heard. He jumped, letting out a light gasps as he hand went to were his hearts were. As the Riddler spoke, and some girl replied. He glared up above them. The strongest urge to yell at them. Of course, being in this place, he tried his past not to get himself in any trouble with anyone. His eyes continued to stay at the roof, glaring, before the landed back on Edward. He seemed to know the persons above them, one was, he believe from what the other said, "Joker". He had remembered hearing him say something about him earlier.

"Yes. You're fine. One one can't really get sleep it's fine. I really don't sleep." he said, going back to staring at the ceiling. "You seem like a very intelligent man, Mister Riddler." he said slowly. "In my years of living I have learned a few things. One, and foremost, always listen to the most intelligent one of the group. They'll understand, possibly, more than anyone else on what I'd have to say.." He raised an eyebrow at the other ones words. Going back to looking at him, he just listened for a moment. "Oh. They'll probably find out instantly. I have two hearts. If they do ANYTHING with my chest they will know almost instantly. It's not hard to mistake it." he said, becoming a little worried for his well being now. "Well, never heard of that before. Robotic Spiders? Either Homo Sapien, Sapiens are more advanced than I thought. Or you are more intelligent than them, and are able to create such things." he pondered. At the last couple of sentences from the other, he nodded. "Oh, believe me. I know. It's very hard for me already. And I can't get rid of it. Yes, I do understand what you mean. It's very difficult." he mumbled.