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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[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.

[strike_you_out]

[His fork stops at the mention of 'paper route' and he looks up slowly...]

What things?

[puzzlerprince]

Letters. To some dear friends of ours.

[strike_you_out]

[He squints. It takes him a moment to realize that Edward is probably up to something.]

'Dear friends'?

[puzzlerprince]

I trust some of these addresses will be familiar to you. They shouldn't stray too far from your route, anyway.

[If Slugger chooses to investigate these envelopes, he'll probably easily recognize an address like Pokey's.]

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger will take a moment to investigate some of the envelopes now. ...Legion members. Sighing, he drops them into his bag of newspapers and rises to begin his shift. He would repeat his rebellious antics from the other day if he weren't completely opposed to the idea of being droned again so soon. Today, he just wants to get it over with and forget it ever happened. Once on his feet, Slugger vanishes...]

[Twelve minutes later, he returns to the very same seat at the table. The bag rests at his feet, empty.]

[puzzlerprince]

My thanks, Slugger.

[strike_you_out]

[It's to be expected that in return for his compliance, he took the liberty to read one of the letters.]

What's a telepath?

[puzzlerprince]

Someone who's capable of mental communication and manipulation.

[strike_you_out]

Manipulation...?

[puzzlerprince]

Of thoughts. Senses. Who knows what else?

[He groans, pulling his crossword over to him. Maybe that'll calm him down a little bit.]

[strike_you_out]

And you want to defeat him?

[Edward, what is wrong with you.]

...Why.

[puzzlerprince]

[And he glances up at Slugger, offering him a wry little smirk.]

To prove that it's possible.