Across town in a bar a man dressed in a green suit is sitting alone in a corner booth. He has multiple scars on his face, his suit is torn and bloodied and his left arm is brutally mangled in a sling.
This man who looks like he just marched thru hell and back, is Edward Nash AKA Eddie Nigma, more infamously known as the Riddler. This man knows his days are numbered, he tries thinking of a happier time when things were not so fucked up.
As his mind wanders he doesn't notice the hulking man wearing a large trench coat and fedora unevenly perched on his head, approach the table, or the people leaving the building at an alarming rate.
The Riddler's clouded thoughts are soon pushed aside when the hulking man grabs Riddler by the throat and tosses him like a rag doll across the room.
Now the Riddler even thru his weakened state he knows there is a price on his head, so he came prepared. Grabbing a small remote from inside his jacket, the Riddler asks the hulking hitman "The man who built it doesn't need it, the man who bought it doesn't want it, the man who needs it doesn't know it and by tomorrow you will be in one, what am I?"
The hitman looks confused and asks "What?"
As Riddler presses the button on his detonator, the last words the hitman hears is "Coffin" before the ceiling explodes and buries him underneath the rubble.
