The cane didn't seem like it was going to bend or give any time soon, so he sent a few more tendrils to wrap around it and provide even more stability, keeping them anchored together.

He jerked back, giving up on pushing and instead trying to pull Riddler off balance. The tendrils from Riddler's cane missed his head, luckily, but managed to snare his arms up to his elbows. They were squeezing and near-painful, and his attentions were divided enough as they were keeping him from being sliced to ribbons by the cane.

"My name is Aaron!"

He yanked again, baring his teeth, letting go of the cane altogether, and trying to lunge in close enough to sock Riddler right in the bony gut.