the riddler

Through wretched caves, and guilt framed halls. And over mountains jagged teeth. I breathe together, the world can feel me, but does not see. What am I?

Nearly scraping 5 followers? Obviously I'm not doing enough, because I am worthy of thousands of followers. Maybe it's a form of protest for going anti rogue.... Well I don't care, all that matters is people are still recognising my brilliance.

Oh, and another thing. Why are my puzzle children feeding me information as to Quinn disappearing, and Joker not being able to fin her anywhere. Maybe this is why Joker hasn't been spotted making snow clowns.

Dead nights. Dead as summer. Noone around. THE STREETS ARE VIRTUALLY EMPTY. It probably helps that it's a Gotham winter. You have got to be certifiably insane to want to go out in this. Which is why I'm shocked that joker hasn't made some sort of appearance. Still NO BLASTED BATMAN. I don't know what I can do to get his attention, short of commit my own crimes. But however will that win him over to me? Of course I am kidding. There is going to be hell in this city, and I am going to conveniently clean it up.

GAH. New years eve. THE NIGHT WHEN ANYONE CAN BE ANYONE, because of course, the whole city is out. Why would I pick a night so close to new years to start cleaning up my turf. Well that's a riddle for another day. Apart from the stupid fireworks/brawls im managing sleep. (woken up once again.) well, every antihero needs sleep. Especially if you're trying to outfly the bat.