Riddles are your compulsion. Your addiction.

[Well, well, well. Look who got a whiff of Luke Triton's happy gas? Edward Nigma and Harley Quinn, dressed in their villainous duds, are now under the impression that they've returned to being supercriminals in Gotham City. Green text is Eddie, Red is Harley. Eddie first picks up the phone.]

Heeeeeeeey diddle-diddle! Time for a riddle!

Good evening, Gotham City! It's your old pal Edward Nigma, the Riddler!

Don't forget about me, Eddie!

And joining me this evening is the lovely Harley Quinn!

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~!

Did you miss us, Bats? A-hahahahahaha! I'm sure you did! I'm sure you did.

And do we have a surprise for you!

That's right, "World's Greatest Detective!" Here's an easy one for you, and let me tell you, it's a real gem. What national pastime would you excel in, Dark Knight? Toodles!

Like you could even stop us anyway, B-man! You ain't sendin' us back to Arkham this time! Bye-bye!

[CLICK.]

[Yup, it looks like Eddie and Harley are back to being supercriminals again. If you happen to run into them all gassed out, you may encounter one of three separate scenarios:

A. They're headquartered at the baseball field at the park. If you run into them here, they'll think you're Batman and try to fight you.

B. They're dashing down the street in the campiest of fashions. When you run into them, they may think you're Robin, Nightwing, or Batgirl and try to fight you.

C. They're sneaking into random peoples' houses, trying to steal from them as though they're high class banks. If you run into them there, they'll assume you're a security guard and try to knock you out.

Posting order for any of them is YOU, RIDDLER, HARLEY. Have fun, Mayfield!]

[Edward groans blearily and rubs his eyes, having fallen asleep in a squashy armchair in the corner of his new bedroom. He looks around, briefly. His eyes slowly go wide as he's bombarded with thoughts. This isn't my office. He looks down at himself. These aren't my clothes. He glances up at his desk, which feature pictures of a group of young children, a young woman, and... himself?! That can't be me. He pushes himself up, heading over towards the window. One peek outside and his eyes go wider. This certainly isn't Gotham!

He darts out of his bedroom and starts searching the house for a computer, a phone, an exit, something. He moves quickly, unsure if he's been abducted by anyone. Finally, he comes across an old rotary phone. Compulsively, he reaches for the phone, dials a number, and speaks into it with an urgent, hushed whisper.]

Gotham City Police Department? This is Edward Nigma, get Commissioner Gordon on the line! This is incredibly urgent.