Riddle 007: A Riddiculous Reprisal? [backdated for Gas Plot]

[puzzlerprince]

[Well, well, well. Look who got a whiff of Luke Triton's happy gas? Edward Nigma and Harley Quinn, dressed in their villainous duds, are now under the impression that they've returned to being supercriminals in Gotham City. Green text is Eddie, Red is Harley. Eddie first picks up the phone.]

Heeeeeeeey diddle-diddle! Time for a riddle!

Good evening,

Comments

C oh my gods yes

[myblimpisbigger]

[Oh for heaven's sake. Here he is, just trying to organize his dismally boring study because he has nothing better to do, and there are people in ridiculous clothing in his house uninvited. If Klaus weren't too classy to facepalm, he'd be doing it right about now.]

Excuse me. This is not your house. Please leave.

[Oh dear. This security guard is nearly eight feet tall and no wimp, either. Could be tricky, villains!]

[puzzlerprince]

[Riddler's eyes go wide.]

Damn! We've been spotted! I thought we'd turned off the silent alarm, Harley!

[crazyclownwoman]

[Glancing back at where they broke in. Your porch light might be smashed by the way]

We did! He must work here!

[myblimpisbigger]

[Silent alarm, what. Why can no one in this blasted town make any coherent sense?!]

I live here. You do not. The door, as I assume you know, is that way.

[He is in a bad mood. He will happily settle for throwing the both bodily through the wall a firmer approach if they don't calm down and start listening to reason.]

C

[shoeofbaileys]

[You're rooting through Old Gregg's closet. He don't like that.]

What you doin' in Old Gregg's house, motherlicker?

[Which, as it happens, is also the Joker's house.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Busy raiding your fridge desperately, tossing your disgusting food all over the place.]

Where is it, where is it...

[And realizes he's been spotted.]

[crazyclownwoman]

[Is searching through the cuboards next to him. Pulling out some boxes and throwing them to the floor.]

I can't find it in here either. [Glances over when she realizes he's stoped talking.]

[shoeofbaileys]

[Is just sitting in his frog-like crouch, watching you two over.]

You tryin' to take Old Gregg's nice things from him, hmm? That what you think you're gonna do?

C

[sue_of_truth]

Stealing from a detective's home is not the most well thought-out plan one could have...especially when one of you lives here.

[puzzlerprince]

A detective's home? Ha! Last I checked, we were robbing the Gotham Museum of Modern Art, not the Batcave!

[crazyclownwoman]

Yeah! And since we don't live here I guess the jokes on you!

[sue_of_truth]

The 'artwork' you're trying ever so hard to steal is a family portrait.

With Harley's face in it.

b

[dynamic_may_lee]

-What... the actual fuck.-

... Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

[puzzlerprince]

[Eddie stops dead in his tracks, extending his arm outwards to stop Harley as well.]

Well, well! I was expecting to run into a Bat-brat at some point, but I wasn't quite expecting to see you up and kicking, Batgirl!

[dynamic_may_lee]

-The part of her familiar with American comic books cringed at the remark, but she decided it was best not to point out how classless it was.-

Wrong girl, buddy.

[crazyclownwoman]

You're jokin' right Ed? Bat-Girls always around.

[Not being from the comic book universe Harley has no idea what he's talking about. Oh well, she'e still there.]

And really, yeah must be her twin then. Or some other nut in a costume.

[Kettle meet pot.]

Oh man I gotta pick A

[bluecapboy]

[Luke spots the Eddie and Harley up ahead. Still under the effects of the gas, he comes to the only logical conclusion of who they must be.]

Vampires!

[puzzlerprince]

[Eddie looks up and grins.]

I knew you'd figure it out. Who would fit right in at a Baseball Diamond? A Batman.

[crazyclownwoman]

Exactly! You fit right in B-Man!

[bluecapboy]

[Blink blink. Batman? B-Man?

Wait! Obviously this is some kind of vampire mind game. Nice try, vampires!]

Don't think I'm going to fall for your tricks! I'm not going to let you terrorize Folsense!