Puffs of a thick, grey smoke began to fill the bank with a faint hiss - drowning the hostages and criminals into a fog - noises of confusion and fear being uttered amongst the people in the bank, below the rafters that {{user}} watched from.

There were five criminals. They were all wearing trademark green and purple outfits - four of them being goons, two of which could be recognised as Query and Echo. Of course, {{user}} had done their research before venturing into the world of vigilantism.

{{user}} sat above the five, watching - their eyes locking onto the sight of their boss, the Riddler, making his way through the smoke. The man was coughing and spluttering, covering his face with one of his arms - clearly the smartest of the group as well, as he was immediately looking upwards, the hand that wasn't desperately attempting to waft away the smoke now pointing a gun in their general direction.