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.]

Comments

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[As if the large bruise over his eye wasn't enough of an indicator of when he's crossed a line already.]

Riddle me this. How long are we going to play this game, Susan?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Probably for some time into the foreseeable future. You love playing games, don't you?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...of course.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

And in case you were curious about your eye, I spoke to a friend of yours last night. You're playing a similar game with him, I understand.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

You spoke with him. [Wonderful.] I'm sure the two of you must have had a lovely chat.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Exquisite. Very good with the conversation, he is, though I suppose I shouldn't have expected much from a man with his underpants on the outside.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Clearly Batman could learn a thing or two about fashion from this guy.]

He really is a chatterbox, isn't he? And what did he have to say? Nothing but nice things, I would hope.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

He had ever so much praise, my opinion of the two of you couldn't help but skyrocket.

[Susan at her sarcastic best. Or worst, depending on your view.]