Let the Games Begin
He was on a game show.
He was on a game show!
Edward Nygma grinned. Practically every gameshow on the air could recognize him and turn him away as an unfair contestant, but now he was finally on one!
Actually it was a bit strange. He didn't remember coming here
"Hello, and welcome to Brain Trust, the hottest new game show in town! I'm your host: Jack Jokem!"
Eddie smirked. The name sounded fake. Still, the man did look sort of familiar
The host turned, black hair glistening almost dark green under the stage lights and grinned.
Eddie almost took a step back. He knew that smile. Everyone knew that smile.
"Well, now." Jack said, still grinning. "Today's contestant is the brilliant Edward Nygma!"
The Riddler smiled, forgetting his qualms as his ego was stroked. "The one and only."
"Of course." Jack purred. "Now, let me tell you how this works. First, you'll answer a question and, if you answer correctly, you can choose among several fabulous prizes! Are you ready?"
Don't Make Me Come Back There (Riddler/Scarecrow) “This is all your fault.”
Dick rolls his eyes, trying to emulate Batman’s utter stoicism as the Batmobile rumbles on through the night. The road to Arkham is icy and treacherous at this time of year, so they aren’t hurtling along as usual. It is taking forever.
Behind him in the backseat, Riddler and Scarecrow continue to gripe at each other like children.
“If you hadn’t left a riddle we wouldn’t—”
“Of course I left a goddamn riddle, are you kidding? Why would you team up with me in the first place if you were so certain—”
“I honestly don’t know. I honestly do not know why I would put up with you for three weeks just for those damned notes—I could’ve just paid someone to br
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