Edward Nigma | The Riddler (
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Riddle 032: Milked For All He's Worth
[Hey Mayfield. Guess who's been a busy little drone this evening? Well, now that he's gone and killed his first victim, the Riddler's going to be headed on home. But first?
A. ACTION - The Gas Station / Diner - Evening
The Riddler's at the gas station, whistling to himself and filling up the Riddler-Mobile. Which you've probably noticed is a little bit dented. And is missing a windshield. And appears to have something just barely jutting out of the trunk. It's small. Black. Almost looks like a piece of a certain someone's... cape. Not that any of this bothers the Riddler in the slightest.
B. ACTION - 726 Anderson Lane - Soon After
Now that his car's all filled up and everything's all hunky-dory, Edward Nigma's gonna head on home, parking his car in the garage. He doesn't bother taking the corpse out of the trunk, simply leaving it locked inside. Never mind the fact that his ordinarily stainless green suit is still covered in blood. His familiar cane, bent and bloodied, is in his hand.
When he enters the house, there's a big, cheery grin on his face.]
Daddy's home! [Laughing jovially, he'll mosey on over to the kitchen.] How's my happy, healthy family this evening?
A. ACTION - The Gas Station / Diner - Evening
The Riddler's at the gas station, whistling to himself and filling up the Riddler-Mobile. Which you've probably noticed is a little bit dented. And is missing a windshield. And appears to have something just barely jutting out of the trunk. It's small. Black. Almost looks like a piece of a certain someone's... cape. Not that any of this bothers the Riddler in the slightest.
B. ACTION - 726 Anderson Lane - Soon After
Now that his car's all filled up and everything's all hunky-dory, Edward Nigma's gonna head on home, parking his car in the garage. He doesn't bother taking the corpse out of the trunk, simply leaving it locked inside. Never mind the fact that his ordinarily stainless green suit is still covered in blood. His familiar cane, bent and bloodied, is in his hand.
When he enters the house, there's a big, cheery grin on his face.]
Daddy's home! [Laughing jovially, he'll mosey on over to the kitchen.] How's my happy, healthy family this evening?
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Edward.
Home early, I see.
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[This is murmured under Susan's breath, followed by a short cough.]
You've got something on your suit there, darling. Take that off so I can give it a wash.
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[Unbuttoning his jacket now.]
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[Susan will, as is natural, maneuver around smoothly to Edward's backside to take his jacket as he removes it.]
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...Is that blood?]
M-Mr. Nigma?
[Luke doesn't move any closer to greet dear old dad.]
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[He extends his arms out invitingly, though he doesn't loosen the grip on his cane in the slightest.]
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You ought to go clean yourself up, Mr. Nigma.
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[The smile on his face wavers very slightly.]
/switching accounts for icons \o/
D-don't come any closer! Who's blood is that?!
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As he enters the room to find Edward, whose clothing is stained in blood, all Slugger can do for the moment is stand there staring.]
...Hot date?
[He smirks at his own joke, oblivious to the fact that this is no ordinary droning.]
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Whose blood is it?
[pointing to the obvious stains. It's already occurred to him that the drone probably won't give a truthful answer, but he's just so curious.]
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And you killed them?
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[And now he's close enough to see all the blood.]
Jesus, Eddie, 'the hell happened to you?
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[He pats the trunk with a certain amount of pride.]
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Conclusion made: the Milkman has screwed with your head somehow.]
Ooooooookay. I dunno what's gotten inta ya, pally, but I don't like it.
[He looks at the drunk.] Do I wanna even know what is in there? Or should I be sayin' "who".
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Nigma.
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You seem to have been in a bit of an incident.
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I suppose I could.
But what specifically?