"Life... was just too hard."
With his backside burning in pain and tears in his eyes, Riddler leaned on his cane and limped back to his lair, the Riddle House, which had been converted from an abandoned factory.
Yes, another abandoned factory. After all, some disaster or other was always happening in this hellhole called Gotham. Someone died practically every day, and plenty of factories had shut down as a result.
Really, if you didn't mind properties with a history of violent deaths, real estate development in Gotham had pretty good prospects.
Once he reached the door, Riddler easily solved the riddle he had set himself, then pushed it open and walked straight in.
Then he saw a blood-soaked man hanging at his entrance.
"Hmm? Another brainless idiot?"
As a supervillain-well, a former supervillain-Riddler might have acted meek in front of Zuo Ci, but let's not forget what he did for a living!
(His job? Being mentally ill?
Being Gotham's greatest riddle master, damn it!)
As a supervillain, Riddler would never settle for a simple house as his lair. From the moment someone approached, countless riddles and traps were ready and waiting.
Against a super-detective like Batman, these little tricks naturally wouldn't do much. But when a brainless idiot came along, this was how he ended up.
After a single glance, Riddler lost interest. He pushed the corpse aside with his brass cane and continued limping inside.
Ever since Zuo Ci had robbed him last time, he had switched from gold to brass.
Alas, how had the illustrious Riddler ended up falling into that man's clutches?
Splish, splash...
Riddler's footsteps splashed through the pool of blood. He hadn't paid much attention at first, until one step made almost no sound.
"Hmm? What's this..."
Looking down, Riddler found a card soaking