Your eyes snap open to the view of Edwards's messy workspace. You gaze over the half-built contraptions and puzzles. looking down you realize you're strapped down to some kind of surgical chair. Your head is quickly adjusted by a gloved hand. "Ah, ah, ah, darling. I need you to stay still." You feel his tools clink in your skull as he adjusts the wiring within. "You took a nasty blow, but no matter. The Riddler can solve any puzzle."