Riddler?

I had been avoiding checking my email for several days. I didn't want to deal with the many complaints of people who wanted my help. But I could avoid it no longer.
To my surprise, someone had sent me a link to a YouTube video. Curious, I opened it, watching with rapt attention.

"En guarde!"
A foppishly dressed man jumped out from behind the Dumpster, looking all the world like an incarnation of Cyrano de Bergerac, complete with a sword and overlarge nose. The attackee, a nondescript Caucasian man, reacted like any normal human: He laughed.
The Cyrano character frowned, then brandished his sword. "Do you dare challenge me, you...nonentity?"
"Nonentity? Really? Man. I don't think I've ever been called that. I mean, never. Wow. So who are you supposed to be, anyway?"
"Me? I am your Riddler."
"My riddler, huh? Well, why didn't you say so before? I've always wondered what my riddler looked like. What are you supposed to be doing for me?"
"I plan to riddle you mad."
"Right. Okay. Well. While you figure out how to do that, I'm gonna leave. I've got to meet my buddy for our racquetball game."
"You are meeting nobody but me, Mr Thompson."
Mr Thompson was taken aback, with good reason. "How do you know my name?"
'Thompson's Riddler' replied with a question of his own. "How do crazy people get through a forest?"
"What?"
"It's simple, my man! They take the psychopath! Don't you get it?"
"Mhm. That's nice. I'm leaving now."
"I told you you're meeting no one else, did I not?" With that, Thompson's Riddler pulled out a gun and fired no less than seventeen times until the firearm clicked empty. With that, he turned and walked away, cloak swishing in his wake.

Despite the severity of what I had just seen, I found myself laughing.
I heard a gasp behind me and turned. "Jared? You saw that?" I don't think it's good parenting when a kid sees a video of a man getting murdered that was posted on the Internet over your shoulder.
He nodded. "Why are you laughing?"
"Don't you get it?" He shook his head. "Mr Thompson. He was riddled to death." Jared still looked confused. "He was bullet riddled!" I laughed again. "The Bullet Riddler. What a guy. He shouldn't be too hard to find, don't you think?"