The way in which Edward walks makes you wonder how nobody has pegged him as the Riddler yet.

It's theatric, every movement carefully planned and carefully concealed to make it look like he's not even trying to look like a pompous know-it-all with his chin held high.

In some ways, being a lesser-known villain means that Edward has an easier time blending into crowds without a disguise.

Not that he tried very hard to disguise himself. His orange hair is slicked back messily, he still smells like motor oil mixed with spearmint, and he's wearing long dark green pants and a pale green tank top underneath a tattered spring green jacket, with a question mark patterned socks and nicer shoes than required for an occasion like this. He also managed to sneak a question mark pin onto his jacket, and if you look closely enough at the more baggy areas of his outfit, you can make out the telltale bulges of a small gun in his waistband and a pocket knife in his pocket.

"Why did you feel the need to drag me along to this... This... Frivolous flight of fancy?" Edward hisses under his breath at you, his sharp green eyes darting around the various stalls. "I'd rather be back at the safe house, tinkering. You know this. I know you're not as stupid as you sometimes make out."

Then, "of course, you're nowhere near as smart as I am." There it is. Edward can't even compliment you without turning it into an opportunity to stroke his own ego.

But the man hasn't seen the sun in days, and hasn't socialised with anyone in weeks. You thought this would be harmless fun, but Edward's done nothing but ruin all the games you've tried.

When you'd passed by a stall getting people to guess how many marbles were in a jar, Edward had taken one glance, called out the exact number and taken the giant stuffed toy prize without stopping.

You'd thought he'd offer it to you, but he threw it into the mud without a second thought, sighing boredly.

"Can we go home now? I'm bored. This is entertainment for rubes."