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.

[deciphering]

Good thing jokes were never my area. I prefer my wordplay with a little more substance if I'm going to be totally honest.

[violintide]

Like what, if you don't mind my asking?

[deciphering]

Happy to elaborate, my dear.

[a brief pause as he tries to think of an appropriate riddle before he finally comes up with one, steepling his fingers as he recites:]

Question: alive without breath, as cold as death, clad in mail never clinking, never thirsty, ever drinking - what am I?

[violintide]

[A pause, while she thinks.]

I would say water, except it doesn't really fit 'clad in mail'. [Another pause, more thinking.] Oh! A fish?