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?

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

That's more than a fender-bender. What--

[And now he's close enough to see all the blood.]

Jesus, Eddie, 'the hell happened to you?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[He pats the trunk with a certain amount of pride.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[OK what is this. You sound droned, but you're dressed like Eddie, and you're covered in blood. What.

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".

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[That seems to be a friendly enough invitation for a beatdown. Say hello to Edward's hand grabbing you by the back of the head, shoving it down hard against the trunk.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[CLANG! Scout curses loudly, and jumps back from Edward, holding his head and looking super pissed. He forget if the Milkman drones you, you get violent. Looks like it's time to take you down. He's throwing a past and hard punch to Edward's temple, though he's a bit off-center at the moment.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[It'll graze his temple, but he takes a step backwards all the same, grinning madly.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly Scout is drawing his bat from his backpack, and is taking a swing at Eddie with a roar, aiming for his midsection.]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Oooof. Knocking Eddie down to the ground, but you know? He doesn't even feel that winded.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout puts a foot on the back of Eddie's neck, pushing down enough to keep him down but not chocking him.]

Great. Why tha hell did ya tango with the Milkman? It's freakin' useless. Now look at ya. What the crap am I supposed to do with ya? I almost feel bad fer havin' to hit ya.