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@puzzle-prince
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> Hello. Hi. And Greetings.
>> I am The R?ddler, but you may call me M?ster E.
>>> ?? years of age.
>>>> Latest Scheme Pending...
>>>>> V4T 0F SH4RKS.
>>>>>> F4?L3D. R0B?N L?V3S.
Puzzle of the Week.
>> Guess ONE Letter.
H?NT: PUZZL3.
STATUS: Unsolved.
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"so..a doctor with gas..heh, your nothing special."
โฆ@puzzle-prince please. You will enjoy this far more than I would.
โAh. So another IDIOT who believes themselves CLEVER because of what? A stupid joke?
โYou do realize that despite not having more intelligence than a particularly acquitted HOUSEFLY, Crane will amount to more in his life than you EVER will?
โFind a brick wall. Surely, it will find you AMUSING.
...
โAm I done doing charity work for you, Crane?โ
You look like you'd eat orange crayons beacuse you like the taste.
No. I would not. Melt them and put them into Edwardโs food, however? Absolutely.
โHow KIND of you, Jonathan. But I fear that the scariest thing about YOU is that you donโt even know the temperature wax MELTS at.โ
Of course I do you histrionic idiot.
โOH? What temperature then? PROFESSOR.โ
You look like you'd eat orange crayons beacuse you like the taste.
No. I would not. Melt them and put them into Edwardโs food, however? Absolutely.
โHow KIND of you, Jonathan. But I fear that the scariest thing about YOU is that you donโt even know the temperature wax MELTS at.โ
Provocation was a part of Edwardโs character. It always had been. Making people angry, making himself feel self righteous โ it came as easily as breathing to the narcissistic man.
Typically, he found joy in their pitiful reactions โ so why it was affecting him now? He did not know. He attempted to hide way he flinched when the doctor yelled at him; gesturing his hands in a way that made Edward think he was going to strike.
But still, he tried to play it off as if nothing had occurred. Taunting and riddling as normal. However, his relief when they left was palpable.
@askd0ctorjcrane
Hungry eyes. Patient. Eyes. Watched the interaction. The sound of a pen on a notebook likely went unnoticed by his subject. Too caught in his own haze. Though it was quick to dissipate. Leaving Jonathan to wonder over. Slow. Hungry. Waiting.
A rather frightening display, Edward. Those bores truly have no tact. Hm?
โOnly frightening for him. It always scares the MEDIOCRE when they are presented with GREATNESS. Heheheh.โ
He glared at Jonathan. Who did he think he was? Accusing Edward of fear?
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Provocation was a part of Edwardโs character. It always had been. Making people angry, making himself feel self righteous โ it came as easily as breathing to the narcissistic man.
Typically, he found joy in their pitiful reactions โ so why it was affecting him now? He did not know. He attempted to hide way he flinched when the doctor yelled at him; gesturing his hands in a way that made Edward think he was going to strike.
But still, he tried to play it off as if nothing had occurred. Taunting and riddling as normal. However, his relief when they left was palpable.
@askd0ctorjcrane
Puzzle of the Week Overview.
ANSWER: BATMAN/BRUCE WAYNE
H?NT: My F03
STATUS: SOLVED!
โWhat smart cookies you are!
โI was surprised to see that even you numbskulls could figure out my brilliant challenge.
โThe puzzle RESETS tomorrow! Let us see if you have as much luck or if that brainpower is a fluke...โ
I like cookies mister Edward.
โThat is not what I MEANT. Who even ARE you?โ
YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND MISTER EDWARD.
โCharming...โ
Puzzle of the Week Overview.
ANSWER: BATMAN/BRUCE WAYNE
H?NT: My F03
STATUS: SOLVED!
โWhat smart cookies you are!
โI was surprised to see that even you numbskulls could figure out my brilliant challenge.
โThe puzzle RESETS tomorrow! Let us see if you have as much luck or if that brainpower is a fluke...โ
I like cookies mister Edward.
โThat is not what I MEANT. Who even ARE you?โ
Puzzle of the Week Overview.
ANSWER: BATMAN/BRUCE WAYNE
H?NT: My F03
STATUS: SOLVED!
โWhat smart cookies you are!
โI was surprised to see that even you numbskulls could figure out my brilliant challenge.
โThe puzzle RESETS tomorrow! Let us see if you have as much luck or if that brainpower is a fluke...โ
Hhm. Howโs the asylum, Mr. Nygma? Lost your sanity more than you already have?
-@assisting-gothams-horror-king
โHow CHARMING. But NO. I have no LESS than what I started with. Thank you for your CONCERN.โ
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To say that Edward was dragged kicking and screaming to Arkham Asylum would be a gross understatement โ such an understatement, in fact, that one could argue that it is blatantly wrong. Sure, perhaps, the sharks did not work. And maybe โ just maybe, Edward was being a bit fanciful in his planning. But it was still a work of genius โ a work of art.
It had taken ten idiots to screw in the lightbulb that was finally throwing Riddler in jail. They had not even managed to weasel a real name out of the genius, only โMister Eโ was written in his file. His 300-point-IQ was not intimidated by the likes of Batman and his little sidekick. His identity remained safe โ unlike his pride.
So here he was, still in his question-marked suit that he fought the doctors to remain in, the gel in his hair slowly losing its grip โ leaving a few strands of hair falling into his eyes that were covered and whited-out by his contacts and domino mask; garnering the attention of the entire room as he stood on a table in the cafeteria and gestured wildly. Bragging about his inability to be caught and telling a frankly ridiculous tale of a bank-heist that โshould have made historyโ.
โโโand that is when Robin FELL into the vat of sharksโโโ
He put his hand over his forehead, and the other over his heart, a theatric fake-swoon.
โโโโOH, ohโ oh BATMANโโ donโt worry about me. Catch that FIEND!โโ
Riddler doubled over in hysteric laughter, nearly falling over with his spastic fit. Endearing and ensnaring a large audience of crooks and terrorists alike.
@askd0ctorjcrane
Ah. Thaasophobia. How many times had Jonathan been in this place before? He checked his pulse. To ensure he was not in purgatory. โฆ ah. What a silly thought. Given the presence of the rooms current source of white noise. If Jonathan were to have passed on, he would most certainly be in hell. After all, he was looking the devil right in the face. โฆ what a sad little beast.
Ah. Then what happened? I think I know. you came ever so close Edward, you were finally about to win. You could practically taste your foes defeat. But the Bat had a stroke of luck. He cheated. Didnโt he?
The old crow wondered over to the parrot, though his words were much more of a mocking cry of the thespian. Mirroring the mans very existence. How cruel. He stared down at Edward. Wrinkled features torn into something resembling a smile.
Ah. I know I am correct. How sad. You are always, ever so close.
He froze and locked eyes with Jonathan, looming over him from where he stood on the table.
โOh, look at that everyone! I have got a FAN.โ
He bent down, leaning right into Jonathanโs face with narrowed eyes filled with spite and smug satisfaction.
โIโve been in this hellhole maybe... three times? And youโโ you practically LIVE here, straw-for-brains.
โMaybe YOUUUU should stay in YOUR LANE.โ
He collapsed into another fit of maniacal giggles. He stood upright again, addressing the room again.
โHey. HEY! I have got a RIDDLE for this.
โI am not something you can physically perceive, but I am always present. Some possess me, some do not. What am I?โ
He paused to think for a moment. Attempting to shut the shrill yells from his brain. Typically animals did try to make themselves large and loud when afraid. Though perhaps Edward was simply a little neurodivergent.
Intelligence. Knowledge perhaps. How quaint Edward. Childish as ever with your mind games I see. No wonder even batmans little bird is able to solve them. What a waste you are.
โEXACTLY! KNOWLEDGE. The thing you LACK. You LACK knowledge on my situation so you shouldnโt SPEAK ON IT. CAPEESH?โ
Now. Jonathan was the one leaning over. Tilting his head in a way that seemed all tooโฆ natural. No effort. As though no bones were there to limit him. Owl like, in a way.
Well. Am I wrong then, Edward? Tell us. How were you defeated when you came so close to victory?
โCB made a MISCALCULATION. We left five minutes TOO LATE. The BAT had no control over that, it was the INCOMPETENCE of my employee.โ
He leaned even closer as he spoke, barely inches away from the manโs face as he continued his chipper yelling, his black hair falling into his face as he moved animatedly.
He let out a dry snicker. Course and rough like sandpaper and ashes.
Oh. Iโm sure.
He rolled his eyes, hopping off of the table. He stepped closer to Jonathan.
โRiddle me this, Crane.
โWhy do you want my attention so badly? HehehEheheeh...โ
To say that Edward was dragged kicking and screaming to Arkham Asylum would be a gross understatement โ such an understatement, in fact, that one could argue that it is blatantly wrong. Sure, perhaps, the sharks did not work. And maybe โ just maybe, Edward was being a bit fanciful in his planning. But it was still a work of genius โ a work of art.
It had taken ten idiots to screw in the lightbulb that was finally throwing Riddler in jail. They had not even managed to weasel a real name out of the genius, only โMister Eโ was written in his file. His 300-point-IQ was not intimidated by the likes of Batman and his little sidekick. His identity remained safe โ unlike his pride.
So here he was, still in his question-marked suit that he fought the doctors to remain in, the gel in his hair slowly losing its grip โ leaving a few strands of hair falling into his eyes that were covered and whited-out by his contacts and domino mask; garnering the attention of the entire room as he stood on a table in the cafeteria and gestured wildly. Bragging about his inability to be caught and telling a frankly ridiculous tale of a bank-heist that โshould have made historyโ.
โโโand that is when Robin FELL into the vat of sharksโโโ
He put his hand over his forehead, and the other over his heart, a theatric fake-swoon.
โโโโOH, ohโ oh BATMANโโ donโt worry about me. Catch that FIEND!โโ
Riddler doubled over in hysteric laughter, nearly falling over with his spastic fit. Endearing and ensnaring a large audience of crooks and terrorists alike.
@askd0ctorjcrane
Ah. Thaasophobia. How many times had Jonathan been in this place before? He checked his pulse. To ensure he was not in purgatory. โฆ ah. What a silly thought. Given the presence of the rooms current source of white noise. If Jonathan were to have passed on, he would most certainly be in hell. After all, he was looking the devil right in the face. โฆ what a sad little beast.
Ah. Then what happened? I think I know. you came ever so close Edward, you were finally about to win. You could practically taste your foes defeat. But the Bat had a stroke of luck. He cheated. Didnโt he?
The old crow wondered over to the parrot, though his words were much more of a mocking cry of the thespian. Mirroring the mans very existence. How cruel. He stared down at Edward. Wrinkled features torn into something resembling a smile.
Ah. I know I am correct. How sad. You are always, ever so close.
He froze and locked eyes with Jonathan, looming over him from where he stood on the table.
โOh, look at that everyone! I have got a FAN.โ
He bent down, leaning right into Jonathanโs face with narrowed eyes filled with spite and smug satisfaction.
โIโve been in this hellhole maybe... three times? And youโโ you practically LIVE here, straw-for-brains.
โMaybe YOUUUU should stay in YOUR LANE.โ
He collapsed into another fit of maniacal giggles. He stood upright again, addressing the room again.
โHey. HEY! I have got a RIDDLE for this.
โI am not something you can physically perceive, but I am always present. Some possess me, some do not. What am I?โ
He paused to think for a moment. Attempting to shut the shrill yells from his brain. Typically animals did try to make themselves large and loud when afraid. Though perhaps Edward was simply a little neurodivergent.
Intelligence. Knowledge perhaps. How quaint Edward. Childish as ever with your mind games I see. No wonder even batmans little bird is able to solve them. What a waste you are.
โEXACTLY! KNOWLEDGE. The thing you LACK. You LACK knowledge on my situation so you shouldnโt SPEAK ON IT. CAPEESH?โ
Now. Jonathan was the one leaning over. Tilting his head in a way that seemed all tooโฆ natural. No effort. As though no bones were there to limit him. Owl like, in a way.
Well. Am I wrong then, Edward? Tell us. How were you defeated when you came so close to victory?
โCB made a MISCALCULATION. We left five minutes TOO LATE. The BAT had no control over that, it was the INCOMPETENCE of my employee.โ
He leaned even closer as he spoke, barely inches away from the manโs face as he continued his chipper yelling, his black hair falling into his face as he moved animatedly.
To say that Edward was dragged kicking and screaming to Arkham Asylum would be a gross understatement โ such an understatement, in fact, that one could argue that it is blatantly wrong. Sure, perhaps, the sharks did not work. And maybe โ just maybe, Edward was being a bit fanciful in his planning. But it was still a work of genius โ a work of art.
It had taken ten idiots to screw in the lightbulb that was finally throwing Riddler in jail. They had not even managed to weasel a real name out of the genius, only โMister Eโ was written in his file. His 300-point-IQ was not intimidated by the likes of Batman and his little sidekick. His identity remained safe โ unlike his pride.
So here he was, still in his question-marked suit that he fought the doctors to remain in, the gel in his hair slowly losing its grip โ leaving a few strands of hair falling into his eyes that were covered and whited-out by his contacts and domino mask; garnering the attention of the entire room as he stood on a table in the cafeteria and gestured wildly. Bragging about his inability to be caught and telling a frankly ridiculous tale of a bank-heist that โshould have made historyโ.
โโโand that is when Robin FELL into the vat of sharksโโโ
He put his hand over his forehead, and the other over his heart, a theatric fake-swoon.
โโโโOH, ohโ oh BATMANโโ donโt worry about me. Catch that FIEND!โโ
Riddler doubled over in hysteric laughter, nearly falling over with his spastic fit. Endearing and ensnaring a large audience of crooks and terrorists alike.
@askd0ctorjcrane
Ah. Thaasophobia. How many times had Jonathan been in this place before? He checked his pulse. To ensure he was not in purgatory. โฆ ah. What a silly thought. Given the presence of the rooms current source of white noise. If Jonathan were to have passed on, he would most certainly be in hell. After all, he was looking the devil right in the face. โฆ what a sad little beast.
Ah. Then what happened? I think I know. you came ever so close Edward, you were finally about to win. You could practically taste your foes defeat. But the Bat had a stroke of luck. He cheated. Didnโt he?
The old crow wondered over to the parrot, though his words were much more of a mocking cry of the thespian. Mirroring the mans very existence. How cruel. He stared down at Edward. Wrinkled features torn into something resembling a smile.
Ah. I know I am correct. How sad. You are always, ever so close.
He froze and locked eyes with Jonathan, looming over him from where he stood on the table.
โOh, look at that everyone! I have got a FAN.โ
He bent down, leaning right into Jonathanโs face with narrowed eyes filled with spite and smug satisfaction.
โIโve been in this hellhole maybe... three times? And youโโ you practically LIVE here, straw-for-brains.
โMaybe YOUUUU should stay in YOUR LANE.โ
He collapsed into another fit of maniacal giggles. He stood upright again, addressing the room again.
โHey. HEY! I have got a RIDDLE for this.
โI am not something you can physically perceive, but I am always present. Some possess me, some do not. What am I?โ
He paused to think for a moment. Attempting to shut the shrill yells from his brain. Typically animals did try to make themselves large and loud when afraid. Though perhaps Edward was simply a little neurodivergent.
Intelligence. Knowledge perhaps. How quaint Edward. Childish as ever with your mind games I see. No wonder even batmans little bird is able to solve them. What a waste you are.
โEXACTLY! KNOWLEDGE. The thing you LACK. You LACK knowledge on my situation so you shouldnโt SPEAK ON IT. CAPEESH?โ
Imagine wearing spandex in 2025. Along with a domino mask and NO CONTACTS?
โI AM wearing contacts. They white out my EYES. IDIOT. And fashion never goes out of season when you constantly look PERFECT.โ
To say that Edward was dragged kicking and screaming to Arkham Asylum would be a gross understatement โ such an understatement, in fact, that one could argue that it is blatantly wrong. Sure, perhaps, the sharks did not work. And maybe โ just maybe, Edward was being a bit fanciful in his planning. But it was still a work of genius โ a work of art.
It had taken ten idiots to screw in the lightbulb that was finally throwing Riddler in jail. They had not even managed to weasel a real name out of the genius, only โMister Eโ was written in his file. His 300-point-IQ was not intimidated by the likes of Batman and his little sidekick. His identity remained safe โ unlike his pride.
So here he was, still in his question-marked suit that he fought the doctors to remain in, the gel in his hair slowly losing its grip โ leaving a few strands of hair falling into his eyes that were covered and whited-out by his contacts and domino mask; garnering the attention of the entire room as he stood on a table in the cafeteria and gestured wildly. Bragging about his inability to be caught and telling a frankly ridiculous tale of a bank-heist that โshould have made historyโ.
โโโand that is when Robin FELL into the vat of sharksโโโ
He put his hand over his forehead, and the other over his heart, a theatric fake-swoon.
โโโโOH, ohโ oh BATMANโโ donโt worry about me. Catch that FIEND!โโ
Riddler doubled over in hysteric laughter, nearly falling over with his spastic fit. Endearing and ensnaring a large audience of crooks and terrorists alike.
@askd0ctorjcrane
Ah. Thaasophobia. How many times had Jonathan been in this place before? He checked his pulse. To ensure he was not in purgatory. โฆ ah. What a silly thought. Given the presence of the rooms current source of white noise. If Jonathan were to have passed on, he would most certainly be in hell. After all, he was looking the devil right in the face. โฆ what a sad little beast.
Ah. Then what happened? I think I know. you came ever so close Edward, you were finally about to win. You could practically taste your foes defeat. But the Bat had a stroke of luck. He cheated. Didnโt he?
The old crow wondered over to the parrot, though his words were much more of a mocking cry of the thespian. Mirroring the mans very existence. How cruel. He stared down at Edward. Wrinkled features torn into something resembling a smile.
Ah. I know I am correct. How sad. You are always, ever so close.
He froze and locked eyes with Jonathan, looming over him from where he stood on the table.
โOh, look at that everyone! I have got a FAN.โ
He bent down, leaning right into Jonathanโs face with narrowed eyes filled with spite and smug satisfaction.
โIโve been in this hellhole maybe... three times? And youโโ you practically LIVE here, straw-for-brains.
โMaybe YOUUUU should stay in YOUR LANE.โ
He collapsed into another fit of maniacal giggles. He stood upright again, addressing the room again.
โHey. HEY! I have got a RIDDLE for this.
โI am not something you can physically perceive, but I am always present. Some possess me, some do not. What am I?โ
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Sure. If that's what you want to tell yourself <3
You're sooo important and impressive. That's why the Batman rolls his eyes whenever he hears about all of the schemes of yours that he has to deal with <3
Xoxo, Quibble ๐ฆโโฌ
โSarcasm or no, at least you are GETTING THE IDEA. I am the BEST. I am ROYALTY.
โThe BATMAN cowers knowing I could take his title as โgreATEst detectiveโ if I wasnโt so BENEVOLENT.โ
Why because you know that youโll never be able to impress anyone and no one will ever love you no matter how hard you try.
So youโve just given up trying?
Xoxo, Quibble ๐ฆโโฌ
โI am the PRINCE of PUZZLES. The KING of CONUNDRUMS. The COUNT of QUESTIONSโโ THE RIDDLER.
โI do not NEED to TRY. Because I ALWAYS. IMPRESS.โ
