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Gotham Underground: Trial Run
The Talon brought Riddler into a dark room beneath the factory. He assumed that the room led out into the sewers, and then led into the labyrinth he designed for Batman. The Owls took that plan from him, sadly.
“You will stay here until a member of the Court comes, Mr. Nygma.”
Nygma nodded as the Talon left, and waited for a few minutes until the door opened again. A man in a suit with an owl mask stepped in. Some rich debutant who believed himself to be superior to the rest of Gotham. Riddler didn’t blame him. You’d have to be superior to keep something like the Court secret from an entire city for decades.
“Greetings, Mr. Nygma.”
“Hi there.”
The Court member placed his hands behind his back, “You have quite a reputation, Mr. Nygma. You’ve killed many of your enemies...and your allies...”
The Riddler leaned on his cane, “Correct.”
“Well, I’ve thought about your deal, and I have decided that it will have a marvelous endgame. However, we need to test you first...consider this a trial run.”
“I’m listening...”
“If we help you take over the underground, you must not hurt or kill any of your allies no matter what. We don’t want traitors wearing the mask, Mr. Nygma.”
The Riddler thought for a moment, going over the allies that he did have currently, and agreed with himself that he wouldn’t hurt any of them.
“Very well. Give me an army and you have your deal.”
Gotham Underground: Trial Run
The Talon brought Riddler into a dark room beneath the factory. He assumed that the room led out into the sewers, and then led into the labyrinth he designed for Batman. The Owls took that plan from him, sadly.
“You will stay here until a member of the Court comes, Mr. Nygma.”
Nygma nodded as the Talon left, and waited for a few minutes until the door opened again. A man in a suit with an owl mask stepped in. Some rich debutant who believed himself to be superior to the rest of Gotham. Riddler didn’t blame him. You’d have to be superior to keep something like the Court secret from an entire city for decades.
“Greetings, Mr. Nygma.”
“Hi there.”
The Court member placed his hands behind his back, “You have quite a reputation, Mr. Nygma. You’ve killed many of your enemies...and your allies...”
The Riddler leaned on his cane, “Correct.”
“Well, I’ve thought about your deal, and I have decided that it will have a marvelous endgame. However, we need to test you first...consider this a trial run.”
“I’m listening...”
“If we help you take over the underground, you must not hurt or kill any of your allies no matter what. We don’t want traitors wearing the mask, Mr. Nygma.”
The Riddler thought for a moment, going over the allies that he did have currently, and agreed with himself that he wouldn’t hurt any of them.
“Very well. Give me an army and you have your deal.”