I own nothing of any character mentioned here, nor the riddles within. I found them doing a Google search. Enjoy!
Riddle me this. Riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big, black BAT?
Not I. Edward Nygma had long since been gone, his personality and nearly the entirety of his soul had been overrun by a vicious, unforgiving creature that the public knew as The Riddler. He was often referred to in the papers (and often referred himself to) the Joker- they were both eccentric, plotting super villains- the only thing that the Joker had that the Riddler didn't was the scars. Their personalities nearly mirrored each others fully, although the gaps were covered as if by tape. An easy fix, to say the least!
With Arkham Asylum now in the control of the inmates, The Riddler was free to do as he pleased, and he most certainly took advantage of this little present. He sat down with his legs spread wide and his back pressed fully into the chair. His hands fiddled with his cane behind his head, which was half covered by his patented green top hat. He smiled widely across the table at the man he'd captured, one of the head doctors at the facility. He was the doctor who always interviewed with the Riddler, always claiming (mindlessly, mind you), that the Riddler could very easily be healed if he let go of his violent tendencies.
The Riddler inhaled a sharp breath, the smile not going away, even as he began to speak to the doctor. "What can you measure that has no length, width, or thickness?" His eyebrows raised slightly, but the doctor's face dropped and his eyes closed. His only response was a shake of the head and a meager, "I don't know." Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Edward sprang from his chair, walking around the table in slow circles, his cane clacking against the ground with each new step.
"That's wrong, doctor. It's temperature! Now, you have three!" With this, he shoved a glove-covered hand, with only three fingers raised, in the doctors face. "More chances. If you don't answer at least one of them correctly, you lose!" The smile came back onto the Riddler's face as he leaned over the table, his elbows giving him support as he stared straight into the doctor's eyes. "How can you drop an egg ten feet without breaking it?" The Riddler tilted his head slightly, but the doctor made no movement and even no attempt to answer. All that came from the doctor were poorly hushed sobs. "Wrong again! If you drop it from eleven feet, it doesn't break for the first ten," he answered with a chuckle.
Unmoved and unconcerned about the doctors mental state, the Riddler continued. "What runs, but never gets tired?" Clearing his throat, the Riddler stood up straight and adjusted his jacket, gripping tighter on the question mark at the end of his cane. "Wrong-o, doctor man. A river was the answer we were looking for. Now...you have one more chance," he said, placing the end of the cane against the doctors cheek and grinning. "Wha-"
"Riddler! Don't play with the adult's toys!" The Riddler was warned by the Joker, who only stood in the doorway for a minute before rushing off. The Riddler only shook his head and twirled back around toward the doctor, whacking him roughly across the face with the end of his cane. "You lose!" He laughed hysterically as he rushed out of the room and off in the direction of the Joker. After all, they were the most qualified to take control of the inmates.