Edward sat in his cell. The untimely, sudden death of the Batman had hit him harder than expected. He needed something to fill that hole. They could play with Harley and Joker’s brains all they wanted. But he wouldn’t be so easy. He was going to make the psychiatrist earn his words

“Hi Diddle Diddle, answer this riddle. I can be kind, I can be cruel. My demeanor shifts, like a dual-facet. One side whispers sweet, the other sears with hate. What am I, the coin's dual fate. Who am I?