Tanerine25
The Society: Tracking Down
Nygma chewed on the cap of his bright purple pen, clicking through multiple documents on a laptop. He pulled the pen away from his mouth and tossed it aside, sighing and pushing his head into his hands. He let out a groan, readjusting his glasses and turning around in his chair and looking to the other man in the room.
Polaris was laying on the couch, very near falling asleep until the pen Nygma was chewing on bounced off of his forehead. The doctor jerked upwards, his eyes darting around the apartment as he lifted himself up. He ran a hand through his hair and huffed, “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Oh, you’re busy, Plugs? I’ve been searching through all of these documents and nothing is coming up.”
“I- Alright? Aren’t you some sorta ‘super genius’ or something?”
Nygma groans and puts his head in his hands again, taking off his glasses and resting them on the desk. He gestures over to the laptop and looked to Polaris, “You’re connected to the black market in Coast City, right? You know any thieves there?”
“A shit ton. Why ask?”
“Because every thief I’ve found on this database is either dead or stopped being a thief. Getaway Genius, Catwoman, Spitfire, the goddamn Kite Man...hell, even Andre Le Blanc is missing.“
Polaris crossed his arms and gave the Riddler a shrug, leaning back against the couch, “I don’t know..the people you’d want to look for in Coast City are probably dead too...I mean- Who’s not dead, then?”
“Of the people who I think could be helpful? Margaret Sorrow-Wist, Magpie. Though she’s married now, to that moron with the magnetism powers..”
“Hey.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. The OTHER moron with magnetism powers.
The pen Nygma had thrown suddenly whizzed past his head, shot by Polaris with his finger. The doctor’s brows furrowed as he looked over the bespectacled man.
Nygma held up his hands in defeat, shaking his head, “Alright, I get it. My point is, she’s married.”
“And? The last I checked, Magpie’s still obsessed with shiny objects. I know for a fact that you’re a rather convincing person, Nygma. I promise you that you’d be able to convince her.” Polaris took in a deep breath and laid back down on the couch, laying an arm over his eyes and forehead, “Don’t we have Captain Cold, anyway...” He muttered.
“Yes, but Luthor requested another thief. One who’s..less aggressive compared to Snart. Less loud.”
“So we’re going with Magpie?”
Nygma scrolled through the files again and landed on Sorrow’s file, looking it over, “Seems like it.”
The Society: Tracking Down
Nygma chewed on the cap of his bright purple pen, clicking through multiple documents on a laptop. He pulled the pen away from his mouth and tossed it aside, sighing and pushing his head into his hands. He let out a groan, readjusting his glasses and turning around in his chair and looking to the other man in the room.
Polaris was laying on the couch, very near falling asleep until the pen Nygma was chewing on bounced off of his forehead. The doctor jerked upwards, his eyes darting around the apartment as he lifted himself up. He ran a hand through his hair and huffed, “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Oh, you’re busy, Plugs? I’ve been searching through all of these documents and nothing is coming up.”
“I- Alright? Aren’t you some sorta ‘super genius’ or something?”
Nygma groans and puts his head in his hands again, taking off his glasses and resting them on the desk. He gestures over to the laptop and looked to Polaris, “You’re connected to the black market in Coast City, right? You know any thieves there?”
“A shit ton. Why ask?”
“Because every thief I’ve found on this database is either dead or stopped being a thief. Getaway Genius, Catwoman, Spitfire, the goddamn Kite Man...hell, even Andre Le Blanc is missing.“
Polaris crossed his arms and gave the Riddler a shrug, leaning back against the couch, “I don’t know..the people you’d want to look for in Coast City are probably dead too...I mean- Who’s not dead, then?”
“Of the people who I think could be helpful? Margaret Sorrow-Wist, Magpie. Though she’s married now, to that moron with the magnetism powers..”
“Hey.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. The OTHER moron with magnetism powers.
The pen Nygma had thrown suddenly whizzed past his head, shot by Polaris with his finger. The doctor’s brows furrowed as he looked over the bespectacled man.
Nygma held up his hands in defeat, shaking his head, “Alright, I get it. My point is, she’s married.”
“And? The last I checked, Magpie’s still obsessed with shiny objects. I know for a fact that you’re a rather convincing person, Nygma. I promise you that you’d be able to convince her.” Polaris took in a deep breath and laid back down on the couch, laying an arm over his eyes and forehead, “Don’t we have Captain Cold, anyway...” He muttered.
“Yes, but Luthor requested another thief. One who’s..less aggressive compared to Snart. Less loud.”
“So we’re going with Magpie?”
Nygma scrolled through the files again and landed on Sorrow’s file, looking it over, “Seems like it.”