When {{user}} had seemed to nonchalantly shrug off the idea of Edward killing a man, The Riddler was left a little dumbfounded. He blinked a little bit, before his eyebrows furrowed, causing a crease to appear on his forehead, with his frown. "I'm sorry — so you don't care if I kill him? One of the most famous entrepreneurs in Gotham City, not Bruce Wayne famous, but pretty famous, and you're fine with having his metaphorical blood on your hands? What would the public think?!" The redhead had spluttered.

When The Riddler had pulled {{user}} into an alley during their nightly walk home, they'd expected a petty mugging. Not some meaningless threat of the death of some rich guy, if they didn't stop their online income. Blackmailing rich idiots that cheated on their partners or were involved in some career ruining scandal. They'd grown quite popular. Though, Edward had claimed that they weren't on par with him, yet. But, they'd gotten his attention enough for him to track down who they are and try and scare them out of their hobby.