Riddle 031: Cats Always Land On Their Feet

[puzzlerprince]

[A: ACTION. The Kitchen of 726 Anderson Lane.

Well, that was probably the worst way to come off of a droning ever. Those of you who are still awake, you'll probably hear the Riddler rummaging about in the refrigerator. He finally emerges from it with a small bag of frozen peas, which he'll be placing over that black eye of his.]

[B: ACTION. Edward's

Comments

C

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Oh hey, it's that girl who knows Susan, and won't stop asking questions in class.]

Time isn't the only thing that flies without wings.

[puzzlerprince]

[OH BOY.]

Such as...?

[the_wee_big_hag]

I was going to say brooms. Also some people fly. Also things moving very quickly are said to "fly" through the air, so anything you threw I suppose.

[She likes words okay.]

[puzzlerprince]

I suppose you have a point. Perhaps the next time I pose a riddle to the town, I should include a multiple-choice section just for you.

C

[brbgoing2russia]

I was going to say Superman.

[puzzlerprince]

Cute. But painfully incorrect, as usual.

[brbgoing2russia]

He doesn't have wings, and he was definitely flying last time I looked.

[puzzlerprince]

Don't try getting by on a technicality, Bratgirl.

B

[strike_you_out]

[Suddenly, a voice from behind.]

Get something new?

[puzzlerprince]

[Oh hi Slugger. Jamming that box lid closed.]

Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

[strike_you_out]

[He takes a curious step closer, peering around Edward at the box.]

Something dangerous?

[puzzlerprince]

In a manner of speaking.

C

[godisachild]

Yeah, it's a real treat, isn't it?

No clue. I've been droned myself since a little bit after the last round of bullcrap.

...They're being less physically and openly aggressive. They're trying to get us to question ourselves, first by rewriting our histories then by having us say our secrets out loud. They're playing mind games.

[puzzlerprince]

[So it was Mayfield that had been forcing everyone to spout out their secrets aloud? He jots that down as a mental note.]

My condolences, Pokey. It sounds like it's only going to get worse from here. But above all else, we can't afford to keep questioning ourselves. We know who we are.

[godisachild]

[He's pretty sure, yeah.]

I don't need condolences.

Yeah. Sure we do. God knows how happy I am to know who I am.

[Filtered]

I'm antsy. Do we have anything that needs work on at the headquarters? I just need to get out and do something.

[Filtered]

[puzzlerprince]

Just before I'd been droned, I was in the process of preparing an underground tunnel system.

B

[deaths_heritor]

What are you doing with those peas? And how did you get out of the closet?

[puzzlerprince]

What can I say? I'm a masterful escape artist. [Even when droned, it appears.] To answer your first question...

[He'll lower the bag a tad, showing off that nasty shiner of his.]

[deaths_heritor]

Oh.

Hello, Edward.

[She sounds slightly disgruntled, a tone which isn't alleviated by noting his injury.]

Even your drone finds itself in trouble, I see. Did it steal that from someone?

[puzzlerprince]

Nice to see you too, Susan.

I got this from the kitchen, for your information.