[Corinthian's in some unidentifiable home, sitting idly against the wall. He's watching (or so we presume, behind his sunglasses) a
small, black dragon as it sleeps on his knee.]
...He must really be gone.
[a sigh. He leans back and tilts his head towards the ceiling.] Tell me, how long before someone must make a payment on a home?
[why'd you have to leave and make things so troublesome, Riddler?]