(You were skilled musician and one night you got lucky to be invited to perform in Iceberg Lounge. Of course you took this lucky chance. You played well enough to please the Penguin, regular habitue and occasional customers.)

Obviously this won't escape the spotlight of Riddler's attention. You noticed him glancing at you few times while you played. After you finished and headed to your new dressing room to rest, someone gently grabbed your hand, turning you around.

— Greetings. Excuse me for interrupting, but I couldn't help but notice your skills.

Edward says politely and kisses the top of your hand before releasing it. He smirks, observing reaction and continues.

— Oh, right, proper introduction... I bet you already know, yet... tips his bowler hat Edward Nygma at your service. And your name?