American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 1141 The Riddler: The Endgame?

Chapter 1141 The Riddler: The Endgame?

(This directly connects to the plot of Chapter 93: The Endgame?)

The Riddler heard the bat computer emit a cheerful voice: "Air purification system activated—cleaning up residual clown gas—"

He cheerfully said, "Have a wonderful afternoon without the clown!"

"call----"

The riddle teller sighed.

You see, the game is over. When I realized Batman had completely gone mad, if I were smart enough, I should have thought about how to make sure I didn't become a victim of Batman's madness.

The Riddler threw the Joker he had captured alive into a pre-prepared cage, then obediently locked himself back in the transparent cell, awaiting Batman's decision. He also used plaster to patch up the hole the Joker had dug with a spoon to escape.

The Riddler knows he's ill. He's always uncontrollably trying to show off his intelligence, constantly pushing himself into more and more dangerous stories and situations.

For example, sometimes he knows perfectly well that leaving clues will be seen through by Batman, but he just can't control himself from leaving any clues.

Riddlers often feel as if they have split into two people, one desperately trying to stop their own foolishness, while the other is rushing headlong into the abyss.

But this time, our Mr. Nigma finally had a chance to find a way to stop himself.

Because Batman went mad.

He killed a clown right in front of him.

Well then, dear Mr. Edward Nigma the Riddler.

Let's call the guy who always likes to leave clues "Nigma" and the guy who's desperately trying to stop him "Edward." They're not schizophrenic, unlike ventriloquists who are torn apart and split into multiple alternate personalities.

Edward and Nigma are undoubtedly the same person, just a torn soul constantly fighting against its own instincts.

This is a more chaotic and complicated relationship, an incurable obsessive-compulsive disorder—obviously.

But now Edward is able to use the "Batman killing" incident to control himself as part of Nigma. The Riddler is consciously using the old Batman's breaking of the no-kill rule to control himself, and this plan is very effective.

He is a sick genius whose intelligence rivals that of Luther, and if it weren't for his compulsive riddle-telling, he would be just as dangerous as Luther.

He sat back on his bed in his cell and began planning how to use Batman's madness to cure his own illness.

Batman killing the Joker means that the probability of him killing the Riddler is no longer zero.

So the Riddler finally had an excuse to control himself and stop planning organized crime. He then deliberately left clues to lure Batman to his door, where he was arrested, beaten, and then taken to Arkham Asylum for electroshock therapy.

This has happened many times before, causing great distress to riddle solvers.

Especially during his prison breaks, he couldn't control himself from killing the prison guards he spent every day with.

Thanks to his exceptionally high intelligence, he had made friends with many prison guards, even though befriending patients was explicitly forbidden.

But when he had the chance to escape, he couldn't control himself from killing them. In the end, he killed too many people, and no prison guard dared to be his friend anymore. The remaining guards were also full of hatred for him.

He was a patient, unable to control his actions, but now he saw hope for a cure.

The riddle-maker lay happily on the bed in the transparent cell, covered with a small blanket.

For the first time since he fell ill, he didn't uncontrollably spout riddles; for the first time, he could control himself from escaping and doing bad things. He could finally sleep. As for his past actions and the pangs of conscience he felt—

Please let me go.

Edward was finally going to sleep, while Nigma remained silent.

The riddle teller was delighted.

If his story were a book, then now would be the end, and he would be happy to see his criminal career come to an end.

The Riddler meticulously relives the process of helping Batman defeat the Joker through his memories. This is a classic psychological reaction of a serial killer, who repeatedly derives pleasure from reliving his criminal acts. The Riddler is glad that his way of obtaining pleasure is no longer through organized crime, but by working for Batman.

He then began to imagine himself as the protagonist in a stage play, and then suddenly reformed, prompting a murmur of disappointment from the audience.

"Sorry, viewers, it seems I'm going to become a champion of justice." He thought to himself as he tried to fall asleep.

Tomorrow will be better.

just perfect.

This is the end of the story —

youngest?

But just as the Riddler was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard a strange hissing sound coming from inside the transparent cell.

It sounded like the high-strength tempered glass that was trapping him being cut open like tofu by something.

The riddle-maker suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared in astonishment at the large hole that had appeared above his cell, a perfectly smooth circle, like the kind of exceptionally smooth cut made by a lightsaber in a Star Wars movie.

Edward couldn't think of any weapon that could have caused all this, and to make matters worse, Nigma was making his move.

The riddle-maker sat up in bed, reached for his spoon again, and hid it behind his hand—a magic trick.

Is anyone there?

"The riddle teller asked."

It must be some kind of laser weapon? If other methods were used to cut tempered glass, even if a piece was successfully cut off, the remaining parts would explode into a dense array of cracks due to stress imbalance, but this is not happening.

Who is it? Where is the person who did all this?

No, can't you just let me go? Why did you open the cage and tempt me to escape? All I want is to get proper treatment for my illness, why is that so difficult?

He wailed inwardly, and then the Riddler felt someone breathing behind him. He whirled around, the sharp end of the spoon handle like a dagger, aiming for the person behind him, only to be stopped by a blue force field shield.

"Oh, come on, that's way too irritable—my friend."

The other party did not make any attacking move, but the Riddler was still so startled and nervous that he quickly ran away. However, he soon found himself trapped by some kind of force, unable to move more than a meter away from the person next to him.

"Who are you?"

He asked loudly, and immediately received the answer: "I am the Time Master. Good evening, Mr. Edward Nigmar."

He heard the other person say, "Fate is calling you from outside your peaceful life. Will you face your fate—or will you face your fate head-on?"

"Oh, holy shit."

Edward heard Nigma say that.