?

"Then why don’t you tell me who it is?" She asked looking at the projection. "You would want to know if I really do care would you not?"

What if I’m telling the truth and it is someone you really care about? And by then… it will be too late... such a shame…. you will undoubtedly spend the rest of your sad life in regret… hating your blind ignorance.

Of course, you can turn tail now… but your mind will be forever plagued with question marks… just - like - mine.

How does it feel Cheshire?… the creeping uncertainty of not knowing if a loved one is in danger… ? …. Does it almost… drive you… insane?

Ivy reveled in every shuddered breathe he gave against her person, every inhale filling him with more of her pheromones. Her deft fingers played with the short locks of his hair near the base of his neck, and she couldn’t help but smile at the goosebumps that rose almost instantly. His breathing was short and choppy against her lips as he gave her the answer she had been waiting on. It was a simple few words, yet right then Ivy felt far more powerful than she had ever before.

There were a few choice before her now, she reasoned witching her mind. One was to end him, kill the king of conundrums where he stood hopeless against her. Ivy reasoned that there was no reason to do that. They had never crossed paths before and he had never wronged her. It would be pointless murder and that was something Ivy couldn’t do. Then there laid the option of bedding the man before her. It would certainly serve in making him an ally and ridding herself of her pesky urges. Though what of the after? Would it do more harm than good? She had watched lesser men murder and kill just to have the slightest bit of attention from her.

Ivy’s fingers danced over his neck once more causing her to smile ever so slightly at the next thought she had. She could use him for her own personal gain… Have him work for her in ways that would benefit her in the long run, and achieve much more than she could with simple hired thugs. Her lips curled into a smile, watching him with her shimmering green eyes. The conflicting emotions within him amused her, especially upon seeing the love glazing over him. “Prove it, Riddler.” She whispered in that heady voice of hers drawing him closer. “Prove to me that I am your Goddess.”

But to his surprise she was the one to make the move. And in a heartbeat her lips pressed against his and her body even closer… and at first he hated it… to be within her control… but his worries faded out of his mind with every soft movement she made. The taste was aromatic and exotic… it was breathtaking and none of his usual wisecrack words came from his mouth but only low whimpers as she made it impossible for him to speak by plunging her mouth tighter around his. He moved his lips with her after a while and began to kiss back as he began to sink into her deadly love. And then he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and held tight, not wanting her to stop…

“Ivy…” He felt her tongue dance around his own, teasing him for more… but he was kissing her more out of fear than passion… fear of what she might do if he denied her… if he didn’t give her what she wanted.. and he realized that what she wanted was actually him from the way she tried to explore the inside of his mouth with sexual fervor… he was doing little to resist… and if anything… he was beginning to spur her on… maybe he should go along with it as quickly as possible… but either way… there was always this lingering uncertainty that he was making a bad move… yet with every kiss, and sensual touch… she assassinated his worries by pulling his lips closer and increasing the passion until it became a blur of lust between them.

RIDDLER

How did you?! -laughs- It doesnt matter!… and… yet… if you had ANY scrap of logic yourself you could of saved the poor innocent in that the building… before selfishly evaporating yourself out…

NOW! No more childish maths! Do you not think that type of insipid answer did not occur to me?! I’m trying to teach you a lesson! Not answer maths questions like a half-witted school child!

SO… lets see if you can save the other hostage… because riddle…will soon become reality…

She stood there staring at the man on the building for a moment thinking. “Honestly? This is just silly.” She rolled her eyes at him and put her hands on her hips. “The man could of had any kind of job. There isn’t enough information to deduce what his job really is. As to why he was dead at sunrise there could be a handful of things there too. He could of been murdered in his sleep by someone that broke into his room or perhaps he had a wife that murdered him? There is also that he could of been a soldier that went to sleep and his camp was attacked as he slept and he was murdered that way. There is also the chance that the man is sleeping right now and you’re about to kill him because I can’t solve your riddle the way you want.” She shrugged not really caring. 

"But what do I know? It’s not like I care about your silly hostages anyways."

And you should care my dear... because I'm certain the hostage I have selected from the hordes of masked criminals cares about you... -more crazed laughter- But I won't spoil the fun and tell you who it is... otherwise there is just no mystery is there? NOW. Do you give up? Because if you do... I'm afraid this little friend of yours isn't going to last the night... LAST CHANCE.

Cheshire frowned at the voice. “Now that’s just cheating. Talk about a sore loser you don’t even play by your own rules." She huffed and ditched her communication device and poofed out of the building. 

How did you?! -laughs- It doesnt matter!... and... yet... if you had ANY scrap of logic yourself you could of saved the poor innocent in that the building... before selfishly evaporating yourself out...

NOW! No more childish maths! Do you not think that type of insipid answer did not occur to me?! I'm trying to teach you a lesson! Not answer maths questions like a half-witted school child!

SO... lets see if you can save the other hostage... because riddle...will soon become reality...

"But as for you my still faceless foe…" A twisted laugh could be heard as the assassin’s eyes lit up with pride. 

"YOU. ARE. WRONG."

She paused for both dramatic effect and to let it sink into her riddling foe. “Are you ready for the right answer?" She asked with a grin.

"If there are N unfaithful wives, they will all be killed on night N.

So now assume there are N+1 unfaithful wives. Each husband of an unfaithful wife will count Nother unfaithful wives, and will know that there are either N unfaithful wives (meaning their own wife is faithful), or N+1 unfaithful wives (meaning their own wife is unfaithful).

After N nights, nobody will have been killed. Based on the inductive hyptothesis, this must mean that there are not exactly N unfaithful wives. The only other possibility is that there areN+1 unfaithful wives, and so each husband will realize that the final unfaithful wife must be their own wife. And thus, all N+1 wives will be killed on night N+1.

So for our island, all 100 wives will be killed on the 100th night."

She tapped the screen. “Your move."

My point is still valid however... there WOULD be chaos... and they WOULD still end up dead either way... no matter HOW smart you think you are... their fate is sealed... Just. Like. Yours..

Au Revoir...

-presses the button anyway-

Cheshire glared at the fuzzy green screen and the laughter coming from it.

"No I’m afraid that you are the fool. While it is a common misconception that cats are color blind they can actually perceive some colors. They can see purple, blue, green, and some yellows. The only colors that they can’t see are red, orange, and brown colors. They probably see those colors as shades of grey or purple. Always do your research." She pointed out before smirking. 

"Now for your riddle that I am to give to you… 100 married couples live on a remote island. There is a law on the island that states that if a man finds out that his wife is unfaithful, he must kill her that night and leave her body at the center of the island for everyone else to see.

It turns out that all one hundred wives are cheating on their husbands. No husband knows that his own wife is unfaithful, but every husband knows that every OTHER wife is a cheater. The fact that each husband knows about every wife except his own is common knowledge to everyone.

One day, an oracle arrives on the island and announced to everyone: “At least one of the woman on the island is a cheater." Everyone knows that the oracle only speaks the truth.

Assuming every man on the island is, and is known to be, a perfect logician, what happens next?"

- ALRIGHT I DIDNT KNOW THAT! Do you think I spend all my time researching cats on the internet!? NO! I've got better things to do with my time... like killing them...

But even so.. Why would they have a favorite color? They are just savage unintelligent vermin of the streets... like many of you costumed heroes!....

Now your riddle was long and boring... I personally like to keep them short and sweet... but i'll answer it anyway...

THIS RIDDLE IS FLAWED.

Depending on the will of their men.. there would be no deaths! Unless they all turn against each other like wild animals... 

So the answer is chaos! ...Something your about to discover now once I push this button...

Any last words?

"Because once someone else knows the secret it’s no longer a secret meaning the purpose of it being a secret has ceased to exist. And secrets always have a cost."

...But I KNOW however that you DO have a secret LOIS LANE... and though you might not remember it... or say you dont... I will find out......

The secret identity of Superman...