[Hey Mayfield. Guess who's been a busy little drone this evening? Well, now that he's gone and killed his
first victim, the Riddler's going to be headed on home. But first?
A. ACTION - The Gas Station / Diner - EveningThe Riddler's at the gas station, whistling to himself and filling up the Riddler-Mobile. Which you've probably noticed is a little
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...Is that blood?]
M-Mr. Nigma?
[Luke doesn't move any closer to greet dear old dad.]
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[He extends his arms out invitingly, though he doesn't loosen the grip on his cane in the slightest.]
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You ought to go clean yourself up, Mr. Nigma.
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[The smile on his face wavers very slightly.]
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D-don't come any closer! Who's blood is that?!
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Don't you give me orders in my house.
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[Luke backs up, although there's not a whole lot of room if he needs to run. In the meantime, he starts looking for something to fend drone Edward off if he needs to.]
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[Still drawing nearer and nearer.]
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In most situations, he'd have - no, the Professor would have a plan. The Professor could always calmly think through any dangerous situation.
But Luke wasn't the Professor, and right now all he had was a lamp. He has no idea if this is an effective plan or not, but he doesn't even stick around to watch the lamp hit, as he takes off running the moment he throws it.]
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You come back here right this instant or you are grounded!
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