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It's another lovely, sunny day in the suburbs outside Gotham. The people visiting State Bank & Trust go about their usual routines, rushing in and out only to wait impatiently in the teller queue. It's all very boring, very dull.

New bank teller Amy is manning the spot closest to the door, and she's grateful for it. The a/c is on the fritz again and the occasional waft of air from the better-cooled entryway is an all-too-brief relief. The heat isn't helping her concentration any, either; it's like thinking through a fog. So when her latest customer slips her a green note marked with a yellow question mark, she doesn't think much of it. She unfolds it on autopilot and stares blankly at it's contents.

It lifts but it doesn't carry. What is it?

"I... I don't understand." She mumbles quietly, and when she looks up there's a gun in her face.

"It's a holdup." The man grins, and that's when she notices his suit is green. His tie has a question mark on it, too, and he's wearing a mask under that bowler hat that she didn't notice at first. Oh, god.

It's perhaps not the Riddler's best work but he's statisfied enough. Besides, why bother effort on the teller? The real fun puzzle is elsewhere. All he wants here is the goddamn money already.

Behind him, Benny and Trigger are already starting crowd control. Batman's nowhere in sight. It's a lovely day.

Date: 2013-07-30 02:02 pm (UTC)
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Well, that was close. Fuck, and she's all out of Tolkien-related guesses. Uh, well. Hopefully, she won't get a bullet to the brain when she inevitably gets it wrong. And for fuck's sake, Caroline, don't sass him again.

"Keys?" She knows it's wrong. It really doesn't matter. There's no getting this one right. She can only try to keep both the gun and the Riddler properly in her view, and hope she doesn't get shot.
Edited Date: 2013-07-30 02:08 pm (UTC)

Date: 2013-07-30 02:19 pm (UTC)
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Caroline stares blankly at the puzzle book that lands in front of her. She's not dead, but he did throw the book at her. She lets out a quiet hysterical giggle.

Fortunately, the Riddler is swooping out the door with his ill-gotten money. For lack of anything better to do, she reaches for the book and pulls it to her. She expects crosswords, but gets... Sudoku.

She doesn't even like sudoku.

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