The ambient sounds of Gotham echo over the city. Sirens of distant police action and the horns of jammed traffic keep the city alive, even in the deep dark of the night. While sleep doesn't come easily to most in this plague of a city, most due consider this an appropriate hour to sleep away the stress of the previous work day. However, there are some whose schedules run differently from the crowd, against the grain of 'normalcy'.

Within the old warehouse, hidden by the other unassuming buildings surrounding it, Edward Nygma sits at his computer database. Keyclacks sound out as he types line of code after line of code. Late nights are pretty common for the strategist-turned-crimelord. Fans work overtime to keep a steady airflow within the musty warehouse, working to try and combat the heavy humidity wave Gotham is enduring at the moment, thanks to the approach of summer.

Riddler sits hunched over his keyboard, watching the bright green lines of code appear as his fingers work overtime to finish up this latest project in time for his next planned encounter with Batman. He always had a rigid schedule in his mind, a planner that he hated to change. Empty bottles and old food wrappers scatter around his desk, and a half-flat soda pop from a vending machine sits sweating next to his mouse. Edward paused, reading over what he's typed, before sinking into his chair with a tired huff. He's been at this for hours, and the project still isn't quite where he wants it.

The heat isn't helping him focus, either.