Inside the base of the Dark Knights Against the League.
"Boss, Riddler's intel is back. God, can't he just write it out plainly? Why does he have to encrypt it all?"
Doctor Hugo, bulging with muscle and still wearing the same kind of suit as Batman, scratched his head and grumbled as he walked into Hush's office.
Half a month had passed since Riddler had been sent out undercover. In that time, he had successfully infiltrated the enemy's ranks and sent back quite a few scattered pieces of information.
Honestly, plenty of it was useful, but one thing gave Hugo a terrible headache: the guy encrypted every message, and he used a different method every time.
What made it even more maddening was that none of these ciphers were easy. An ordinary person could spend a lifetime on them and never crack them. Among the organization's high-IQ talents, Hugo was the only one who counted as normal, so all the decoding fell to him.
After all these days, he felt as though the few hairs he had left were about to fall out. His beard would probably be next.
Unbelievable. Where did the guy even get all these bizarre riddles? He was completely insane.
"What did he say this time?"
Hush, sitting at the head of the room, looked over at Hugo. He remained silent as always, with every word conveyed by the assistant at his side.
"I think you'd better read this one yourself."
Used to Hush's strange way of communicating, Hugo thought nothing of it and simply handed over the slip of paper.
Written on it was the decoded message:
"Batman is not an ordinary person. He has been using a drug called [Compound V] to enhance his strength."
At the sight of that message, Hush tried hard