If Riddler was calm, was rational, he would think about this harder, but he isn't. He's furious, and afraid under that, and deeper still there's something that just feels achingly empty.
He's been used already. By Julie, by Lux. He has his powers, but for what? He doesn't care about the people here. He doesn't care about anything, and it still...hurts. It weighs him down.
He's powerful. He got his tech powers down quickly enough, didn't he? He can hand;e this. And if he doesn't...
"What do you mean? What do shadows do?" he asks sharply. He can at least poke to see if they're useless, or lying. (Not that he'd be able to tell without them, but right now all his thoughts are scattered in the wrong order through a emotion-fueled haze.)
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He's been used already. By Julie, by Lux. He has his powers, but for what? He doesn't care about the people here. He doesn't care about anything, and it still...hurts. It weighs him down.
He's powerful. He got his tech powers down quickly enough, didn't he? He can hand;e this. And if he doesn't...
"What do you mean? What do shadows do?" he asks sharply. He can at least poke to see if they're useless, or lying. (Not that he'd be able to tell without them, but right now all his thoughts are scattered in the wrong order through a emotion-fueled haze.)