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What has two legs, flies, never tells a lie, can swim but can not touch water, and is found only in the dark?

Give up?

There's no answer to it. That riddle was nothing but a waste of your time, just like you making this pitiful attempt at "playing" me is a waste of mine. Leave being a genius to the real geniuses.

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[Amaterasu knows the answer.

But she's not going to tell.]

Hah. Great minds think alike.

[ That's cool, he'd insist that she's wrong anyway. ]

Hmm! What's dumb, deaf, and blind, but always tells the truth?

A mirror, and it feels like I'm looking into one.

A bit unnerving, isn't it? But not an unwelcome sight.

[Of course he would.

Mother knows all about him, he cannot surprise her.]

Quite the contrary - I shudder to think of what could be accomplished with not just one, but two Edward Enigmas.

[ Best be careful - that sounds like a challenge. ]

Oh, but of course that, too. Two is better than one, after all.

[She didn't say anything, though.

Like that wolf could possibly look challenging. Just a regular white wolf, nothing abnormal here.

Though she is looking at his mask very closely. Green is a wonderful color.]

Except when there are two victims instead of one, anyway.

[ Yes, well he's had some bad experience with animals in the past so don't mind that he's backing up a little. ]

A lone wolf - literally, at that. Why is it here...?

But it can be a bit more of a challenge that way. God knows I appreciate that after weeks of investigating which housewife's playing bedroom bingo.

Too true! These things are always a matter of perspective, in the end. For instance, sometimes more victims means more clues left behind, which actually makes a case easier to crack.

[She'll sit, fluffy tail moving to wrap around her front paws as those focused eyes move from his mask to his suit.

Lots of green. Her Celestial Envoy was a fan of green.

And then she tilts her head and makes a sound. It's almost like she's saying: why are you here?]

Oh, indeed. There's also always the factor of whoever's calling himself Batman.

[ Really, there's no way for him to possibly know what this wolf is asking him. Animals make sounds all the time - not really his area of expertise.

But somehow he manages to respond appropriately. Maybe it's a lucky guess? Or maybe asking his own question just inspired him to reflect it upon himself. That's a riddle for you to figure out. ]

Why am I here? I suppose in the end the answer is the same as usual - seeking answers! In the end isn't that what we're all doing, really?

It seems I've answered my inquiry without your help. Not surprising.

Another case where two may or may not be better than one.

But blah blah, business -- what's new, handsome? Any new cases?

The only mystery on the table right now is why this - "mun", is it? - why this mun thinks he is up to the task of depicting my brilliance when he himself is no sharper than a circle.

Muns, mundanes, yes. I have the exact same problem with mine. A shame that brilliant minds like ours are so hard to find outside of Gotham.

Or inside of Gotham, for that matter.

Then again, I suppose it could be considered flattering. There's definitely satisfaction in seeing some appreciation for our talents.

They also dare to even try, which is more than I can say for most other people...

I guess there's no harm in letting the simpleton try his hand at it. I can effortlessly undo any fumbles he may make.

A bit high-handed, even for you, Eddie.

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