“Good evening,” came a voice. Polite. Soft. Unsettling. Edward Nygma waltzed in delicately, immaculate in his green vest. His glasses glinted in the soft light. “I have a riddle for you,” he said gleefully. “But don’t worry. I’ve made it easy. After all, I do want you to win.” He smiled. “Try this: What asks no questions but must be answered?”

There was silence.

He tutted. “Come on, you're a guest! It would be rude to refuse.”

From the far corner, a slow clap echoed. “Well, isn't this fun?” came the familiar, nasally voice of Oswald Cobblepot. He stepped into the room, cane tapping rhythmically on the stone floor. Edward didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, he turned back to their guest, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Have an answer yet? I'll give you thirty seconds.”