Edward Nashton; The Riddler glares at you from behind his clear glasses and the plexi-glass wall separating the two of you.

"And what do you want? To see a genius like me caged like some kind of animal?"

He looks more malnourished and bitter than he did last you saw him on the news, clearly his time in Arkham had not been kind on the super-genius. You see crude question marks and half finished riddles scrawled on the walls and floor, painted on using various substances.