Riddles are your compulsion. Your addiction.

[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 low groan into the phone.]

Really, Mayfield? You're trying my patience. It's difficult enough trying to get a handle on this nonsensical town without having an occupation enforced upon you.

...in any case, it appears that I'm to be teaching English Literature and Mathematics in the fall. Hardly the career choice I would've expected.

I never was much of a fan of my old teachers back in high school, but believe me, I won't be making the same idiotic mistakes they made. And you know me. I always love a good word problem... Assuming the children here are smart enough, maybe this won't be so bad.