The Riddler trains his gun on the riddle-solving redhead and waits patiently. She does not fail to deliver.
...She just happens to do it in a very unexpected manner. She actually sings it at him. He can do nothing but stare blankly at her down the barrel of the gun for a moment, eyebrows raised until they're almost under the brim of his bowler. And then he laughs inappropriately loudly.
"What a sport you are! And, my, I do believe I have time for more." His grin's a sharp, wolfish thing, and he's looking at her with a very appraising eye now. "I have a little house in which I live all alone. It has no doors or windows, and if I want to go out I must break through the wall. What am I?"
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Date: 2013-07-30 12:52 pm (UTC)...She just happens to do it in a very unexpected manner. She actually sings it at him. He can do nothing but stare blankly at her down the barrel of the gun for a moment, eyebrows raised until they're almost under the brim of his bowler. And then he laughs inappropriately loudly.
"What a sport you are! And, my, I do believe I have time for more." His grin's a sharp, wolfish thing, and he's looking at her with a very appraising eye now. "I have a little house in which I live all alone. It has no doors or windows, and if I want to go out I must break through the wall. What am I?"