Riddler stole along the alleyway across from the apartment, spotting a flash of movement high above from the corner of his eye.
He was in a rather unpleasant mood himself, and he wasn't entirely sure why, other than the obnoxious coating of shadow that seemed to leak from beneath his fingers no matter how hard he tried to make it stop. There had to be other factors.
It didn't matter. Most of the city was preoccupied elsewhere, he didn't care. The shadows pouring from his hands bent into an angled shape, a deadly-looking blivet of a paper airplane.
He realized who he was looking at a split second before he sent it flying, but he found he didn't really care. Why was Aaron even here? He shouldn't have been in the city at all, Riddler didn't want to see him, even accidentally.
The shadow-airplane flew off. It had its own tiny motor of Riddler's design, so it flew upwards instead of succumbing to gravity--right towards whatever his former henchman was holding.
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He was in a rather unpleasant mood himself, and he wasn't entirely sure why, other than the obnoxious coating of shadow that seemed to leak from beneath his fingers no matter how hard he tried to make it stop. There had to be other factors.
It didn't matter. Most of the city was preoccupied elsewhere, he didn't care. The shadows pouring from his hands bent into an angled shape, a deadly-looking blivet of a paper airplane.
He realized who he was looking at a split second before he sent it flying, but he found he didn't really care. Why was Aaron even here? He shouldn't have been in the city at all, Riddler didn't want to see him, even accidentally.
The shadow-airplane flew off. It had its own tiny motor of Riddler's design, so it flew upwards instead of succumbing to gravity--right towards whatever his former henchman was holding.