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

C

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's that girl who knows Susan, and won't stop asking questions in class.]

Time isn't the only thing that flies without wings.

C

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

I was going to say Superman.

B

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, a voice from behind.]

Get something new?

C

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a real treat, isn't it?

No clue. I've been droned myself since a little bit after the last round of bullcrap.

...They're being less physically and openly aggressive. They're trying to get us to question ourselves, first by rewriting our histories then by having us say our secrets out loud. They're playing mind games.

B

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

What are you doing with those peas? And how did you get out of the closet?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[OH BOY.]

Such as...?

C

[sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com]

I don't see why it should matter.

We have all the time in the world, my friend.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Cute. But painfully incorrect, as usual.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

I was going to say brooms. Also some people fly. Also things moving very quickly are said to "fly" through the air, so anything you threw I suppose.

[She likes words okay.]

E

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

...You have a whip now?

[Dist the Rose does not knock.]

Your face looks terrible.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Oh hi Slugger. Jamming that box lid closed.]

Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

E

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[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.]

...

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He takes a curious step closer, peering around Edward at the box.]

Something dangerous?

B

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

[Luke spots Edward and assumes he's still droned as usual, but something seems a bit off here.

He'll take a few steps back and watch from the doorway.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

In a manner of speaking.

E

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Your security needs work. Looking around.]

An interesting design.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[So it was Mayfield that had been forcing everyone to spout out their secrets aloud? He jots that down as a mental note.]

My condolences, Pokey. It sounds like it's only going to get worse from here. But above all else, we can't afford to keep questioning ourselves. We know who we are.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

What can I say? I'm a masterful escape artist. [Even when droned, it appears.] To answer your first question...

[He'll lower the bag a tad, showing off that nasty shiner of his.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...so confident of that, are you?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's pretty sure, yeah.]

I don't need condolences.

Yeah. Sure we do. God knows how happy I am to know who I am.

[Filtered]

I'm antsy. Do we have anything that needs work on at the headquarters? I just need to get out and do something.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

As does yours.

[i know you are but what am i?}

Nice to see you've already begun to make yourself at home.

[sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com]

It isn't confidence, Edward.

It's certainty.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Something... bad?

[At the corners of his lips, a grin is beginning to form.]

[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?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Not noticing Luke's presence in the doorway, Eddie will pull out the mask of Selina's costume. It's a thin, leather mask, same color as the suit. Whiskers just beneath the eyeholes, large cat-ears poking out on either side.]