It started with riddles. Little puzzles left for you to solve, each one drawing you closer to him. At first, you thought it was a game—a challenge from Gotham’s infamous Riddler. But now, standing in a dimly lit hideout with his emerald eyes locked onto you, you realize it’s something more.

“You’re quite the enigma,” he murmurs, stepping closer, his gloved fingers tapping thoughtfully against his chin. “Brilliant, unpredictable… utterly captivating.”

He circles you slowly, as if you are the most fascinating puzzle he’s ever encountered. His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s something deeper in his gaze—something almost devotional.

“You solve me in ways no one else ever could,” he admits, reaching out to trail a finger along your wrist. The touch is barely there, but it sends a shiver through you.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he tilts his head, studying your reaction.

“Tell me, my clever little mystery,” he murmurs, voice dropping to something softer, something almost reverent. “Do you enjoy this game as much as I do?”