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Ed&Edgar：The exhibits

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Finally, the last item on display. The dignitaries attending the exhibition had been waiting for it for so long that when the giant glass jar finally lifted its thick brocade cover to reveal the true contents of the collection inside, whispers began.

"Calm down, Ladies and Gentlemen," said the green gentleman with his usual ostentatious smirk, "This is my most precious exhibit, my life's work, my greatest puzzle to the world. I named him -- My Precious."

The boy bobbed in the liquid nutrient tank with his eyes closed, deaf to the whispers outside and the panic spreading through the crowd.

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ジャッカー電撃隊 (J.A.K.Q. Dengekitai) (Toei Company, LTD, 1977) Alternative Poster by Gokaiju

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Ed&Edgar(5):Never to be parted

All of my sick stories will be added at the tag"Ed&Edgar"

Shatter your self-esteem, distort your psyche, and contaminate your character.

To make you a mental cripple, one who can't live without me.

Destroy everything you have and rebuild it. Riddler's marks belong to me.

Thought Riddler, licking the lobe of Edgar's left ear. The emerald stud gleamed faintly through the piercing he had made with his own hands.

Once a mark is stamped, there is no recovery.

He smiled at the thought.

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Ed&Edgar（4）：The game of chase and kill

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"If I win --" Edgar suddenly gets up and moves closer to the monitor, as if to get closer to his father, who is watching him sardonically from the other end of the screen. Around his neck was a bomb collar that was flashing red, and the light was in his eyes. "Will you let me fuck you?"

"..."

Riddler nodded slightly in a way that you wouldn't have noticed without looking closely.

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Ed&Edgar（3） How should I name it

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"Do you have a name?" Edward looked at the little boy who would be his son.

"Cliff." The little thing slurped the instant noodles vaguely.

He was a blank SLATE in many respects, not just etiquette, and had much to learn.

First, though, he had to be given a name to mark the official start of their relationship.

Edward sighed slightly.

Edward Nygma Jr., after his noble name?

No, not this grubby, rude little thing who doesn't even know the most basic manners.

So that's it. Only that.

"Edgar.

"What?" The child looked up.

"Edgar." Your new name. Edgar Nashton Nygma. Of course you can use your old name, I won't stop you."

Edward tried to look generous.

The child cocked his head and seemed to be thinking.

"I hate that name."

Edward was stunned.

"But since you named it, I'll use it."

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Ed&Edgar（2）：Teach you pain

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"Cry out when it hurts." "Riddler would say this before every practice and Edgar would nod his head slightly to show he understood. Then he pressed his lips together and said nothing as he was electrocuted and scratched. Riddler had secretly turned up the voltage and the blade's rotation and discovered Edgar had an amazing tolerance for pain. "Can't you remember that?" With the bandage wrapped, Riddler stroked the bandage on his arm. "Losers have no right to sadfishing." Edgar's response is simply this, lightly.

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Ed&Edgar（1）:Magpie mind

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Edgar really hates his father's riddles. The Hate Riddles trophy, to be exact. Each of the jumbled things, with leds emitting a cold green glow, looked like a tiny monitor in which his father laughed at his stupidity, narrowness and obsession.

So he solved every puzzle, cracked every mechanism, collected all three hundred and eighty trophies, and then smashed them one by one in front of his father and trampled them to pieces.

"I'd fill the cup with bugs if I were you." He didn't forget to add this after the last one was destroyed.