Answer me this...

[barb_notbabs]

Warnings: Violence is extremely likely
Location: The warehouse district
Characters: Batgirl and The Riddler
When: A week after her arrival? During the morning
Summary: Batgirl attempts to get the drop on The Riddler by finding him during the day. Things of some sort ensue.

Barbara moved swiftly, preferring speed to cover. Her purple costume didn't work as well in the daylight as the night. She was betting that The Riddler wouldn't be expecting a visit from a bat in the middle of the day, though.

She slipped through an open warehouse door, thankfully embracing the relative darkness. Once her eyes had finished adjusting, she could move deeper inside. She was scouting for any signs of habitation, or footsteps in the dust. Riddler was around here somewhere.

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[unriddling]

The screens showed a variety of things. One had a list of various people in Freesia, clearly incomplete; a few had feeds from security cameras in and outside of the building, watching places she'd walked through; a set of numbers 115 116 111 112 032 105 116 032 115 116 111 112 032 105 116 032 115 116 111 112 032 105 116 032 108 105 097 114 032 115 116 111 112 032 105 116 032 083 084 079 080 032 073 084 repeated over and over--

--and then the one she glanced at next went black.

"Did you come here to find answers, Batgirl?" Riddler asked harshly, sitting in the chair like a throne. The chair that had been empty just a second ago, right?

[barb_notbabs]

"Woah. Creepy." She backed up a few steps, eyes on the Riddler. Somehow, she felt less comfortable moving away from the ominous electronics, but hey: she wasn't dumb enough to get killed going after info.

"You don't seem in the mood to give answers, today. Mayb I should come back later."