RIDDLER? MORE LIKE RUDELER.

[deciphering]

Feeling the pressure already, kiddo? Utterly unsurprising, but I can’t really blame you. God forbid if our positions were reversed, this would be the point where I’d start squirming, too.

Guess this answers what an irritating child has in common with a skeleton – neither of you have any guts. Try hitting me up when you get some, then we’ll talk shop.

[edward nigma: dick for hire, ladies and gentlemen.]

Comments

oh man riddler. <3

[violintide]

Oh, I'm not so sure. Both a child and a skeleton also could have no body to help them out.

1/2

[deciphering]

[wump wump wuuuuuump]

2/2

[deciphering]

[he claps his hands together, barely holding back a laugh.]

They do, don't they? That's a very perceptive way to look at it. A little too punny for my tastes, but I won't complain.

[violintide]

[while Michiru just smiles. Horrible jokes really aren't her forte, but you learn these things pretty damn quickly when dealing with kids.]

I think that no matter what the joke, usually they tend to devolve into puns. Which can be a bit unfortunate for those listening.

[plains_hunter]

How can someone so smart, still use such cheesy lines?

[deciphering]

What can I say? I have a thing for the classics.

[bodysings]

Kinda getting why my dad always called you a brat. Just saying.

[deciphering]

I'll take that as a compliment. Between you and I, I've always ranked jealousy up there with imitation as one of the highest forms of flattery.

[eddie, you are a thirty-five year old child.]

1/2; eddie dickma***

[enjoyed]

[ at first i was like — ]

[enjoyed]

Who do you even bother conversing with children? They might throw up on your shoes and that questionable-yet-colorful suit of yours, like what I did that one time someone decided to give me a valentines card — except I left him to bleed a little more than I should.

[escarabajo]

Okay, man--that was terrible. Even for me.

[deciphering]

Did I ask for your opinion?

[chlorofilled]

You're losing your touch, Eddie.

[deciphering]

Always a treat to hear that from you of all possible people, Pam.

[huffing]

My, my... Finishing your own riddles before giving the rest of the class a chance. Where are your manners, Gothamite?

[deciphering]

Hi, Jonathan. [totally unfazed yepyep.]

[inmateincharge]

Your mun needs guts, eh? Well, they're in luck! I've got a few that I can spare! [He looks around, treating the situation as though it's like he's lost his keys.] Now where did I put that spleen?

[deciphering]

[why, lord? why is this happening to him?]

You seem more medicated than usual. That's a first.

oops, what if i just.

[nigma]

It's just so unpredictably troublesome finding decent help these days.

hot

[deciphering]

I never had any high expectations anyhow. This is why you have only yourself to count upon when you need something done.

[muns aren't disposable like mooks, or cops. therein lies the problem.]

And it looks like I was right. You showed up.

[therealgenius]

You realize that people get in a tizzy when someone talks in questions all the time, right?

You don't really talk in riddles all the time, do you?

You can't, right? That's not possible, is it?

[♥♥♥]

[deciphering]

Oh boy. The idiots are out in full force today. [SIGHHHHHH.]

[gunslingerguy]

Muns can kill us, have us tortured, erase our memories or put us in sex games where we pray for all of the above, and you're going to mouth off to yours.

[He snorts, and shakes his head.] Well, for some folks experience is the only school.

[deciphering]

Been there, done that. Amnesia's not so bad anyway. If I could make it work out for me once, I can do it again.

[clowngirl]

Maybe things'd go smoother if you opened with a joke.