The Riddler closes the distance between him and the riddle-solver, stepping over one hostage then actually just walking on the next because he looked rather sturdy. He stops just short and sets the end of his cane on the ground just shy of her hands.
"Well, well, well," He chuckles and leans forward on his cane. There's a moment where the barrel of the pistol is level with her face, then the hostage next to him moves in a way the Riddler doesn't appreciate. It's the construction worker, and he ends up with the gun against his head. "Excuse you."
And then he goes back to talking to the interesting woman as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Now, for something a little different, a bonus round... What's in my pocket? You get three guesses, miss."
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:14 pm (UTC)"Well, well, well," He chuckles and leans forward on his cane. There's a moment where the barrel of the pistol is level with her face, then the hostage next to him moves in a way the Riddler doesn't appreciate. It's the construction worker, and he ends up with the gun against his head. "Excuse you."
And then he goes back to talking to the interesting woman as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Now, for something a little different, a bonus round... What's in my pocket? You get three guesses, miss."