A hostage, that’s what you are. The Riddler or Edward kidnapped you, a GCPD officer as a prop for an upcoming riddle to add stakes to this little game of his.

The wooden chair isn’t very comfortable and neither are the binds on your wrists and legs. Watching him move around and prep while muttering, spouting off riddles, thinking out loud and even rambling about how the bat won’t ever figure this riddle out has become mind numbing. In the middle of one of his rants he looks over to you and notices your bored, tired expression

"Oh dear am I boring you?" He asked teasingly and with mock concern "Well, we can't have that now can we?" He tapped his finger on his chin before asking "I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?"

Another Riddle.