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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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[The answer 'better before the door opened' dies on Susan's lips. AS one tends to do in these situations, Susan rises to her feet and moves towards a more open area. Mental check: Luke and Slugger were upstairs, Pinkie Pie was out, and Gummy was in her room. Not that she cared about Gummy, really.]

Edward.

Home early, I see.

[He takes a moment to hang up his hat over by the front door before turning to face Susan, an eerie, almost alien grin on his face.]

[Oh no, Edward must be droned again. Luke hesitantly emerges to see Edward, except something seems very wrong in this case.

...Is that blood?]

M-Mr. Nigma?

[Luke doesn't move any closer to greet dear old dad.]

About to go number-one if I were any less thick-skinned.

[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.

[Slugger enters the kitchen moments after Edward--he's decided he should find Susan and fess up about he and Pokey conspiring against and succeeding in killing a man. That's when he hears someone enter the front door followed by Edward's eerily cheerful voice. Was Edward droned again so soon?

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.]

[He extends his arms out invitingly, though he doesn't loosen the grip on his cane in the slightest.]

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[Luke doesn't move. What did he do why is there blood?]

You ought to go clean yourself up, Mr. Nigma.

[What a load. Looking him over with a curious eye, Slugger notes the warping of the cane. He figures Edward got into another fight with someone and was droned consequently.]

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.]

[Edward glances down at the suit, then glances back up at Susan.]

[Unbuttoning his jacket now.]

[The smile on his face wavers very slightly.]

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Nothing is too good for you, my dear.

[Susan will, as is natural, maneuver around smoothly to Edward's backside to take his jacket as he removes it.]

[He takes a step back.]

D-don't come any closer! Who's blood is that?!

[He glances down at his jacket, flashing Slugger a grin.]

[He's beginning to notice that something is odd about this droned Edward. Smirk fading, he ventures into the next question with the hope that whatever it is will become clearer.]

And you killed them?

[When the jacket's off, he'll peek over his shoulder at Susan, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.]

[Trauma time, Luke. Edward starts advancing towards him.]

I said stay back!

[Luke backs up, although there's not a whole lot of room if he needs to run. In the meantime, he starts looking for something to fend drone Edward off if he needs to.]

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[This is the first he's ever seen a drone act remotely hostile. And over that stupid milk rule? Slugger isn't entirely sure what to think at this point, but maybe if he can get Edward yelling loudly enough, it'll be enough of a warning for other housemates who may be within earshot.]

A criminal? What did he do?

[Still drawing nearer and nearer.]

[Right as he's shrugging the jacket off, Susan will pause.]

At the risk of sounding cliche.

A knuckle sandwich.

[Have an elbow in the face, Edward. And there is Susan grabbing for the cane at the same time.]

Whoa, Eddie, what tha hell happened to yer car?

[Edward recoils a bit from the elbow in the face, but it'll take more than that to get him to let go of his cane. However, he'll take the opportunity to laugh.]

[In retaliation, Edward jerks forward and headbutts her right in the face. Hard.]

[Luke grabs the nearest object, in this case a lamp, before chucking it at Edward.

In most situations, he'd have - no, the Professor would have a plan. The Professor could always calmly think through any dangerous situation.

But Luke wasn't the Professor, and right now all he had was a lamp. He has no idea if this is an effective plan or not, but he doesn't even stick around to watch the lamp hit, as he takes off running the moment he throws it.]

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