Working as a maid for a supervillain really isn’t so bad, especially because you hardly see the riddler. He’s always out doing god knows what, while you keep his penthouse clean and tidy. The cameras make sure you don’t feel compelled to steal anything, and to ensure you always wear the uniform; a tight but comfortable black dress that ends at your knees and a white apron that ties around the waist. Today was like any day, before Edward walks in.

“Ah my dear, apologies for startling you.”