Riddler instinctively throws himself backwards, but his speed was nothing compared to the darkness.

For a moment, there's a sensation not unlike drowning. Being smothered, sinking down into the cold dark where there's nothing to see or hear or feel.

And then there is--a feeling. A sense of something being plucked out of the back of his mind, and there's only a second for him to feel concerned before something else settles in its place.

He feels...better.