Honestly, this city is just making it too easy to be a criminal. If it weren't for Batman, we would own the city by now. I climbed to the top of a nearby skyscraper to seek sanctuary from the police. When I arrived, I was met by a man. He stood at the other edge of the roof, simply staring downward at nothing.

"I've been searching for you for quite a while now."

I looked ahead at the hidden figure. He wore a black cloak and was well armed. Two swords, likely katanas, on his back, and a pistol strapped to each side of his waist. His hood was down, but he had layers of mummy-like wrappings across his face, and arms, and any other part of his body not covered by his clothes.

"Let me guess, you're the one taking out criminals all over the streets, yes?"

"Brilliant deduction mister... Nigma, correct? Mr. E. Nigma, what a name. Did you change it to that or did your parents just have a good sense of humor?"

"I must congratulate you on finding my identity, but onto more serious matters. Why are you killing us? We already have a man for that, and he is enough of a pain as it is."

"Now you know very well that is not why I'm here." He turned from the edge of the building; who's deep abyss he was gazing into, and faced me. Beyond his bandages I could see two yellow, cat-like eyes.

"Riddler, as they call you, I am here to decide your... fate. Tell me, do you think society is better with you... or worse."

"Why... why, better of course. I test the intellect of the average man, improve his mind."

"Now we both know that is not true. You could use your intellect to create new technologies, cure diseases, and even more. But instead, you waste your time sadistically hunting a man with a bat motif. Now you are not but a joke, a mad man who runs around in green tights with such stupid weapons they would make a dying man laugh. The truth is, you must die, so that life will someday improve now lacking your... constant interferences."

"You incoherent man, you know not to whom you speak." I took two question-mark shaped explosives from by pouch and hurled them at the fool. To my surprise, he quickly avoided the projectiles, jumped onto the perch of the building's side railing, and simply stared at me.

"One other thing..." he murmured. "You also carry a purse." He then quickly drew one of his pistols and aimed at my chest.

"Now I was never one for puzzles, but I think you will enjoy this one." He chuckled.

"Riddle me this, riddle me that; what is thin, green, and about to go splat?"

I gulped, as I knew what was coming.

"But before you answer, there is something you must know. They say it is a long way to the top..."

He then put his gun back into its holster. I let out a sigh of relief.

"...But it is even farther down below."

He then kicked my chest, and sent me flying towards the concrete sidewalk that was several stories below. But before I met my end, I heard him say one last thing.

"You would think with all of those gadgets, you would carry a parachute."

Why that son of a...