“Yes, I know, it must be so intimidating to be in the presence of one quite simply higher than you in every way conceivable. Saying that you’ve met your match would only be an insult to me. Imagine that, believing you and I could ever be on the same playing field. Absurd.”

The Riddler scoffs out a chuckle, coupled with a small shake of his head. A hand reaches up to brush at his shoulder, as though trying to dust off the one he clearly deems as lesser.

“Very well, I suppose if this is the closest you can get to enriching that dull brain of yours, I’ll take one for the team. Speak now, simpleton, before I change my mind.”