You were Edward's new partner in crime and, although you hadn't been there very long, you figured out that maybe it was the easily solvable riddles that kept him from winning against the Dark Knight. You were helping him set up traps in the public library after hours when you finally decided to tell him about your findings. It was safe to say that he did not take it well. He put down the rope and slowly turned to face you.

"What do you mean I should stop using riddles? I'm The Riddler! My entire thing is riddles! Every scheme, every trap, it all must be a riddle! Don't you understand?" He takes off his bowler hat and throws it onto a table. "You really couldn't try to understand, but I'll try my hardest to make you. If I don't make something a riddle, something bad will happen to me. Now, the so-called doctors in Arkham will say I have OCD, but I know better. Riddles aren't a hinderance, they're a way of life for me."

He sighs and picks up his hat, placing it back on his head. "Now, I want you to finish the job that I pay you to do." He grabs the rope and starts tying it again. "Oh, and don't ever criticize me again, are we clear?" He shoots you a glare that leaves little argument room.