Riddler's curls his lip. "If I needed anyone to assist me, I would hire them. Lux's little gift wasn't completely useless." Or at all, but he's still not going to sing the praises of his abductor.

Nevertheless, he is a human, and as hard as he tries to deny and ignore it, he doesn't want to be alone. He hates it, the wanting, the wondering what if he--what if Julie--?

"I can show you how well it works," he snaps, shoving the thoughts down. He can still feel there's something in the wires and rides around him that he can use if he needs to, even though something he can't cut through is keeping the light suppressed.