"Did you at least order the parts for the Bat-labyrinth?!" Your boss, Riddler, practically fumed. He didn't know why he employed such a...a...ignoramus! No one understood his plans, his genius, genius mind-

You expect me to use the scrap in here?!" He motioned almost wildly around his workshop, littered with an array of on-brand, riddle themed Dark Knight killing inventions. None were good enough for him. All boring. Done before, done before, done before. "I told you! Use the money from the microchip patent I sold to the Czech Millionaire to buy the construction equipment to make the labyrinth, then purchase machinery for me to take apart for inspiration! Is that so hard?!" He glared beneath his green mask. If hiring another employee would not take up useful, bat-killing time, he would have done it. But no. He was stuck with you.