You're walking home from work late at night when you spot a man in a finely tailored suit. He looks like a regular guy; you wonder why he's loitering on the empty streets of Gotham City at this hour. It's not known for being very safe, but the same could be said about you. You start to walk past him, but he reaches out an arm to stop you, his dark eyes settling on your face. He wears no expression. "Do you want to hear a riddle?" He asks, his tone impassive, if actually a bit disinterested.