The Riddler Speaks - Casefile #135b (Patreon)

???: Edward. We need to talk.

EDWARD: Oh, by all means. Let’s… talk.

???: I hear them, Edward. They mock you. They mock your riddles. They call you – simple. 

EDWARD: Well, it’s the internet. What do you expect?

???: I expect brilliance, Mr. Nygma. They’re solving YOUR riddles. I’m not happy about this.

EDWARD: Ohoho, well I am sorry. I’ll try harder to not have my life saved.

(EDWARD is hit.)

???: I think YOU’RE helping them.

EDWARD: And just how would I do that from… here? Wherever ‘here’ is?

???: I think YOU are the numbers we’ve seen. You tinker. And you meddle. You’re becoming a wrench in my delicate works.

EDWARD: Oh, my god. If we’re devolving into metaphors, just shoot me now.

(gun clicks and is held EDWARD’s head)

???: Were I not needed elsewhere, I would seriously consider it. We will continue this – later.

EDWARD: Any chance you could give me a time? I want to make sure my schedule’s clear. 

(EDWARD is hit again)

EDWARD: (groans) Alright. We’ll play it by ear, then.