Port Gotham, an abandoned warehouse.

A room that should have been forgotten, a corner that should have been unvisited since the year before, was now lit with a faint green glow.

That's fluorescence from the display. Computer cases are placed on makeshift shelves and desktops, and monitors on two floors surround the only seat in the room. It was dark all around, and the screensaver interface of the unactivated monitor was all on a green background, with a striking "? ”。

The Riddler's stronghold.

Edward Nigma, the Riddler, was sitting between the monitors in the room.

He had been battling Batman for a while since his debut, but after the biggest setback of the recent past, when a séance-like giant seemed to pass by and solved a trap he had carefully prepared to save the child he had kidnapped, the Riddler died for a while.

During this time, he has been huddled in his cabin, leaving no clues or riddles, staying at home and not going out to do anything at all. Therefore, Batman and GCPD had no way to catch him if they wanted to catch him, so they had to give up for the time being.

But he certainly couldn't just give up.

This time, he was going to brew a bigger event than before, a puzzle of the past and the present, and a grand stage worthy of his super genius status.

At that moment, a dark figure slowly emerged from behind him, transforming into a distorted posture in the empty room.

"Edward Nigma ......"

The Riddler's pupils shrank, he stopped tapping on the keyboard, and turned around with a frown.

"Who's there?"

"Me? I am the shadow of the illusion in the hearts of all those who are unwilling, and I am revenge. ”

The black shadow condensed the posture of a scorpion spirit, and the scarlet eyes were full of cruelty.

"Demons?"

The Riddler was one of Arkham's resident guests, and he was not unfazed to see this strange situation.

"Demons? No. The scorpion demon spirit sneered, "My name is the demon spirit Cresus, and I'm here to help you." ”

The Riddler groaned.

"But you just said you were revenge."

The scorpion demon spirit opened its mouth, and the second half of the words that had been prepared were forcibly blocked back by him.

“...... That's a conceptual, abstract statement. "I am indeed revenge, but my name is Cresus." ”

"Dude, you're too confusing like this."

The Riddler leaned back in his swivel chair and spun around, his hands folded.

"I bet you don't go out very often to talk to people about business, right? I guess you don't often trick fresh souls at this level? ”

"I've said it all, I'm not a demon, I'm a demon!" The scorpion spirit shook his head, trying to get the conversation back on track, "In short, you have talent, and deep down you have darkness that no one else has.

We value your talent and are willing to remove any obstacles to achieving your dreams! Say your greatest wish, whatever it is......"

The Riddler didn't hesitate: "Help me kill that 'Ultraman'." ”

The scorpion spirit's smile disappeared instantly.

A pair of scarlet eyes glared at the Riddler.

You want me dead?

After holding it for a while, it asked sullenly, "I thought you would want to kill Batman." He's been ruining your business, isn't he? ”

"That's a lot of thinking, but I think I can handle it myself. After all, he's not as smart as me. ”

The Riddler smirked and clasped his arms.

"But last time the giant was a variable. He somehow ruined my plans as if he were just passing by casually and not playing by the rules of my game at all...... I don't like that. ”

The scorpion spirit groaned for a moment and said, "I know you are a great designer, a master of riddles. Your masterpiece is impressive. ”

"Thank you." The Riddler puffed up triumphantly.

"But I know that your ideals don't stop there, that you have to achieve more than ever, to devise a riddle that has never been heard before, to be an unforgettable scar for this city, nay, the world. Isn't it?

And we have power, extraordinary power, the power to do anything. ”

The demon floated behind him, whispering bewitchment.

"Embrace the darkness within you, and we will help you realize the great blueprint......"

The Riddler thought for a moment.

"Thanks, but no more. I still want to kill that Ultraman. ”

Demon Spirit: "......"

It was already roaring in the back of its heart.

Labor and management can't beat! How many times have I said it, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it!

Can you change to another one?

After a deep groan, the demon spirit changed his words, and the offensive changed again.

"Or I'm curious, as a master of riddles, how do you turn a blind eye to the biggest riddle that comes before your eyes?"

"What?" The Riddler was drawn to it.

"Batman." "Don't you wonder who is under that mask?" The one who is out of the blue, always one step ahead of you.

The one who has solved all your riddles and always sees through the clues you left behind.

The man who is like a mystery in itself, is it...... Aren't you curious? ”

The demon's voice echoed ethereal through the darkness, becoming more and more deceptive.

For a moment, the Riddler seemed to be genuinely moved.

His eyes flashed with the kind of curiosity that was unique to this mad genius.

"That's right," the demon spirit struck while the iron was hot, "embrace the darkness within you, and we will give you strength......

"Thanks, but no." The Riddler shook his head, "But my wish is to destroy that Ultraman." ”

Demon Spirit: "............"

No, you did it on purpose, did you?

"I'll solve Batman's problem myself, and the mystery won't be interesting if I don't uncover it myself." The Riddler said.

The demon spirit couldn't bear it anymore, and the black qi all over his body swelled, and he had already lifted his claws behind the Riddler's back, and almost wanted to tear this fool with his hands to vent his anger.

Following the riddler's words: "But...... After thinking about it, it's not impossible to accept your help. I'm really planning a showdown with Batman, a century of puzzles.

But you're right, my riddles have always been solved by him, and maybe I do need some back-up......"

The demon spirit withdrew its claws that he could barely contain before he turned his head, pretending that nothing had happened.

"I'm glad we got to an agreement." It chuckled and said, "Don't worry." With us, the bat is already a dead bat. ”

...

...

Back at the base, the scorpion spirit let out a sigh of relief.

"That human isn't in his right mind." It muttered vaguely, "Is it really necessary for us to cooperate with such a madman?" ”

"It's necessary, Cresus."

A shadow appeared in the darkness, and it was the owl spirit.

"Edward Nigma was a madman, but a madman with ideas, at least among humans. He'll help us get that 'Batman'. After all, capturing that 'Batman' alive is the real goal. ”

"I don't understand this either, isn't he a transvestite psychopath?" The scorpion spirit wondered, "What do we need him for?" ”

"There are other things in him that ordinary people don't have. This makes him the best nourishment and sacrifice......

...... It was appointed by the 'Lord' himself. ”

As he spoke, the owl demon spirit glanced at him coldly.

"You dare to question what the Lord meant?"

"No...... Can't. The scorpion spirit bowed its head.

The owl demon spirit snorted coldly: "It's soon, the day of advent is coming." When the Lord comes, anyone who dares to stand in our way will die! ”