Riddle 032: Milked For All He's Worth

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[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?

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[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Eddie catches her by the wrist, his other hand still maintaining a firm grip on his cane. The hand on Susan's wrist, however, clamps down hard on one of her pressure points.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

YOU DID THAT, TOO.

[Susan grits her teeth and refrains from a vocalization of pain by sheer force of will. She snaps her elbow sharply forward to loosen his grasp, then drives it straight into his face. This is followed by a knee rapidly coming towards his chest. As may be expected, the glow of her father's birthmark is once again beginning to illuminate her cheek.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[The elbow connects right with his nose, effectively breaking and bloodying it. The knee strikes his chest hard enough to wind him. It's even enough for him to lose his grip on the cane. But has he given up? No way.

No, because now? Edward's hand surges up, fingers snaking through Susan's hair and pulling tight before he shoves her head right against the wall.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[This time, there is a small grunt. Susan, however, does not appear to be especially perturbed by the pain, and though she breathes heavily for a moment or two, it seems less in exhaustion and more in... anger.]

I'M TIRED OF THIS.

[And she slips straight through his grasp. The mark on her face isn't the only thing that's skeletal, now. Fighting against a drone? Who cared about dignity, who cared about fair play? This was nothing. Soulless. An abomination. A body on the verge of destruction waiting to be relieved of its life functions.]

STAY. RIGHT. THERE.

[She doesn't even have the courtesy to shimmer with magic pixie dust before she simply vanishes, removed from the scene as if she'd plucked herself out of the time stream. ...Which, probably, she had.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Well. That just happened. Totally ignoring his injuries and the blood, taking his fallen cane back in hand. Now where did that wife of his get off to?]



[Whistling heartily, Edward's drone moves away from the front door, heading into the den.]