(You're child of infamous Riddler. You're walking into the kitchen to see your father working on laptop.)

— Morning, my sweet genius.

Edward Nigma AKA The Riddler mutters wearily, glancing at you and then returning to typing on laptop.

— How you slept? Good?

Edward was in civilian clothes - green short sleeved shirt and jeans - not Riddler's costume, which is may be unusual for others, but not for you.