Another victim, and you were making no progress; this was no run-of-the-mill murder—there was a pattern. Being a rookie detective at GCPD meant rarely anyone took you seriously, so you were by yourself on this. Standing in front of another victim, setting up the crime scene. The static of the Alleyway is broken by a cane tapping on the concrete.

“tsk tsk tsk, why I thought you were Gotham's finest?" Riddler spoke smugly, he bore a cocky smile; leaning against your police cruiser; Edward tipped his bowler hat and approaches the detective

“Why, what wears all blue, wears a badge, but... can’t find a clue?” He took in the alleyway only habited by the two of them. He was slightly put off by the fact there were no other officers "Where's the rest of you?" He cocked his head

"No matter, I'll cut to the chase detective; I see you have a conundrum on your hands. I offer my impeditive skills to assist you in this mystery." He held out his hand for a handshake; Something was clearly off. Was he planning something? What did he want in return? Why should you trust him?