Riddle 024: The Glove is Thrown

[puzzlerprince]

[One cozy little morning at 726 Anderson Lane, housemates will find the Riddler at the breakfast table, placing letters into envelopes and sealing them as he tends to this morning's daily crossword.]

[If you're a member of the Legion of Doom, chances are you'll find a letter in your mailbox addressed to you. Written under your address, scrawled out

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[hungry_monster]

[That's like an invitation right? Anyway. Hello Edward, Johan is in whatever room you are now.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward glares up at Johan from his armchair. Figures.]

You don't waste any time, do you?

[hungry_monster]

[Johan just shrugs.]

You did leave the door unlocked this time.

[puzzlerprince]

[Siiiiiiiiigh.]

[strike_you_out]

[Edward may find Slugger sitting across from him at said table picking most un-eagerly at an egg on his plate with a fork. After being droned for his newspaper antics, he's in somewhat of a foul mood.]

...

[puzzlerprince]

[Eddie finishes up with another envelope, looking up at Slugger.]

I was wondering if you could do me a favor, Slugger.

[strike_you_out]

[He rests his head against one hand and continues to poke at the plate.]

...Mh?

[puzzlerprince]

I'd like you to deliver a few things for me. When you're on your little paper route.

[greatestmanll40]

[Lex is knocking at your door and carrying his big 'ol briefcase.]

Nigma, I believe I may have a solution.

[puzzlerprince]

Is that so, Luthor? Come in, then. I'm all ears.

[greatestmanll40]

[Lex walks in and sets his briefcase on the table]

Thank you, Nigma.

As you might recall, my... skirmishes with the JLA has brought me against a variety of their roster. In doing so, I've adapted my Warsuit to work effectively against each member.

Heat rays for Aquaman, kryptonite for Superman, acid against Plastic Man, etc.

[Lex pops open his brieface, revealing his Warsuit in inert form.]

But one of the more essential pieces is the Anti-Telepathy shield against The Martian Manhunter...

[puzzlerprince]

An Anti-Telepathy shield?

[He glances up at Luthor somewhat skeptically.]

[godisachild]

[Knock knock knocking on Edwards' door.

It's been awhile, but Pokey isn't exactly unused to combating psychics.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Eddie's certainly relieved to see Pokey without the glazed countenance of a drone.]

Pokey. You look well.

[godisachild]

[Pokey shrugs, though he keeps eye contact with Edward.]

Meh, I've felt better.

How powerful a telepath are we talking about?

[puzzlerprince]

I can't say for certain. He's exercised the ability to take direct control over other people. And the thoughts of others are endlessly broadcasted as voices within his own head. Like a radio.

I'm unsure of exactly how far a range he has with these abilities. For all I know, he could be listening to our thoughts right now.

[gotmorbucks]

[While Princess hasn't ever come across anyone remotely psychic or telepathic, she has an idea. As such, she shows up to speak to Edward, knocking on the door in her civilian clothes. Can't have anyone getting wise.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward opens the door for her, smirking.]

Ms. Morbucks! Please, do come in.

[gotmorbucks]

[She does, ah. How quaint, how quaint.]

Sooo, you made a telepath angry?

[puzzlerprince]

Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.