Riddle 031: Cats Always Land On Their Feet

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[A: ACTION. The Kitchen of 726 Anderson Lane.

Well, that was probably the worst way to come off of a droning ever. Those of you who are still awake, you'll probably hear the Riddler rummaging about in the refrigerator. He finally emerges from it with a small bag of frozen peas, which he'll be placing over that black eye of his.]

[B: ACTION. Edward's personal study at 726 Anderson Lane.

Looks like Edward's gotten a package while he was out of it. Peeking into the box, he can see a bit of leather... It's a familiar violet catsuit, complete with a long tail, a mask with whiskers and ears, and a 12-foot long whip. No. No, there's no way they would seriously send this to him. Is this Mayfield's idea of a joke?]

[C: PHONE. (Filtered from Drones)]

Here's a question for you, Mayfield.

"What flies without wings?"

Answer: Time. Strange how it doesn't seem to fly at all when you've been droned. One second, it's the middle of July, then before you even realize it, it's August. What all have I missed, hmm? Any theories on what they'll throw at us this month?

[D. Then, he'll filter the call yet again, to Harley, Ivy, and Crane.]

Question: Is it uncommon for someone to regain something that doesn't belong to them?

[E: ACTION. Legion of Doom Headquarters.

Well, he's not going to try on Selina's catsuit yet, but that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun anyway. Eddie's hand curls around the grip of Catwoman's braided, leather bullwhip. Having set up a few cans around the long conference table, he'll crack the whip at them several times to see how many he'll be able to knock down.]

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[After skittering across the floor, one of the cans rolls to a stop at the toe of a golden skate. Slugger continues to watch Edward knock out the rest of the cans, then gives the one at his feet a tap with the end of his bat and sends it rolling toward Edward.]

...

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[The can rolls back to Edward, knocking into the side of his foot. He reaches down and takes the can in hand before glancing back at Slugger.]

What?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[Eyes shielded beneath his cap's visor, he's trying not to grin about what was in the box with that whip.]

What happened to your face?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Averting his gaze now.]

Batman.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[You have his attention.]

Why?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Hell if I know. Must have been something I'd said.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

You don't remember?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

One second, I'm in the kitchen, about to sample more of Pinkie Pie's cupcakes. The next, I'm getting my face beaten in by that buffoon of a bat. [He sulks.] I wonder what I did say to set him off. [It must have been something good.]

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Strange...

[Slugger contemplates this seriously. Could the Batman's fists have triggered the undroning? Or had it been a mere coincidence?]

You don't remember anything in those weeks? Do you remember what happened to Grady?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

He's dead. I heard as much from the Major.

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He looked different, like another person. I saw his corpse...

You talked to the Major?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Briefly.

What's more, it appears as though he was the last person to speak to Grady before his death.

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[Slugger recalls the phone call the Major had made to the public.]

He seems to know something...

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

He does know something. And I intend to find out exactly what it is.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

How?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

You'll see, Slugger. A mastermind like myself? I'll think of something.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He's not so sure and looks away doubtfully.]

It won't be easy. Especially not for you. He would rather play games.

[The Major loves to toy with you, Eddie, more than anyone else and Slugger knows it.]

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If that's the case---which it most certainly is---then he had best be prepared to lose this little game.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

You're going to trick him?