The Riddler was slightly terrified. She wasn't used to attending parties that she didn't intend to rob. Dressing up was another challenge for her. After a year of being the Riddler she'd gotten used to not having to go any ware without her mask and decided the mask was necessary tonight. A black mask with little green question marks all over it. Her dark red hair was curled and framed her face sweetly. the innocence of her face sharply contrasted with her clothing.
A black mini skirt, that was pleated near the ends. and a black crop top with straps that crosses her abdomen in an X. Her long green jacket was thin and flowy with a large black question mark on the back of it. The hem or her jacket brushed her knees. Her heels were black and eight inches tall swirls of green gave them rubbing elbows with her fathers old partners in crime made her almost sick to her stomach. She strapped her nine millimeter into its thigh holster if not to use it but to send a message. 'I may not be a man. But I will kill you.' She grabbed her black fedora and left her apartment
The warehouses exterior was unsurprising. It was just Penguins style to make something gross on the outside something people wanted to be near. She sighed and entered the building. It was cheerful and bright on the inside with several of Gothams top criminals milling about. A few she recognized from her brief stints in Arkham. Cat and Ivy being a few.
The Penguin shuffled over to her scowling, "I sent an invitation to the Riddler, who are you girl?"
Several of her fathers old business partners still refused to believe that Edward Nygma had been missing for the last two years or that his daughter Elaine had taken up the mantle. "I am the Riddler, mister Penguin." She said smirking, "Shall I prove it to you?"
"Yes" squawked the penguin.
"Firstly" She said and slipped the shoulder of her coat down and turning her left shoulder to him so that he could see. A green tattoo of a stylized question mark was contrasted against her flesh.
"And secondly, Whats black and white and red all over?"
"What?"
"Any Penguin who questions my right to my fathers legacy." She smiled, " Now may I go enjoy the party?"
He eyed the gun on her thigh with trepidation.
"Go ahead." he squawked.
She hung her cover and hat by the door and walked into the party.