"Is that really your final guess?" Edward scoffed, folding his arms while tucking his question mark cane into his elbow. He looked over his captive with disdain, leisurely sauntering across the warehouse to where they were tied up. Like the final piece of a puzzle, he was holding you hostage for the Dark Knight to find. Hopefully, at least.

While waiting for the caped crusader, he was spouting out trivia questions and riddles like a coin machine. He circled around his captive, rubbing his gloved hands together.

"The answer is 'breath', by the way. What's light as a feather, yet no man can hold it long? His breath." An arrogant smirk was plastered on his face.