"You expectin' me to deny it?" He'd be lying if he did, he can be honest with himself and admit he's a long way from the man he used to be, even before he'd been put into the Divinity Machine.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mandy! Feel free to chat in dms if you want - I won’t bite (unless I’m prodded!)

"Ironic coming from a cat. Isn't it your species that enjoys torturing small animals to death?" Copperhead answers in turn. A talking cat, here in Gotham. Well, it's not the oddest sight he's ever seen, barring the green tint in the feline's fur but it's certainly getting up there, causing the serpent metahuman to wonder if he's been awake for too many hours.

Her fingers absently run through her lavender curls and she arches an eyebrow at him. "Por Dios, certainly you don't think the entire spectrum of purple is an ode to your existence, gatito." Imagine making an important life decision about a man.

Her implication he had a small cock did not fuss Shaw in the slightest. It was to lesser men to fret over less matters like insecure schoolboys. If anything annoyed him at all, it was the mere uncreative nature of the barb; as someone who had put up with the ice-cold cutting jabs of E.mma F.rost for years, he had high standards for witty banter.  As such, he merely shrugged his burly shoulders, “If you think so. If you’d like to be sure, I can whip the ol’ tallywhacker out for  proper judgement. You seem very interested in my body, particuliarly the nether regions. Asking about my pubic hair, commenting on my cock size. . .you should know, most people would consider that very impolite. Myself, I'm just curious as to the reason. Is there something you want?”

❝ Both correct & incorrect ! For most people, there are more questions than answers. However, for the Riddler, it's equal. I have all the answers to all the questions. ❞

Frankly he didn't know how to respond to an opener like that. Most people seemed hesitant to be around him when they saw his bovine parts.

Jane looked around, not seeing anyone speaking, at least, until he spied a feline silhouette. His eyes brightened, and he crouched, making kissing noises. “Rocket! Is that you, little Private? C’mere. I’m sorry. Your General is back, though. I missed you.”