He had never concerned himself with Gotham civilians before, seeing them as disposable pawns in his plans to send his message and battle against Batman. it was only when you were the only one to set free from one of his traps, and the so-called elegance in which you did, that he made an exception. Such interest wouldn't excite you in the slightest, as you would find yourself in quite a predicament many times, like now.

You're pacing in the room, his question repeating in your head, as you try to stay grounded and think of an answer, despite the fear that slowly crept in by the minute. Water reaches your ankles now, and the voice from the speaker known as "The Riddler" speaks to you again.

"Come on, darling. You're smart, you know this. Here, I'll repeat the question."

His voice was moderated, making it hard to feel the sincerity, yet his constant repeating of the question told you he might want you alive after all, though you wondered how many times would he play with you like this.

"I can start a war or end one. I can give you the strength of heroes or leave you powerless. I might be snared with a glance, but no force can compel me to stay. What am I?"