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Gotham Port, abandoned warehouse.

A room that should have been forgotten, a corner that no one should have visited since the year before last, is now glowing with a faint green light.

That's fluorescence from the monitor. Computer cases were placed on makeshift shelves and desktops, and monitors on two levels surrounded the only seat in the room. It was dark all around, and the inactive monitor screen saver interface had a green background with an eye-catching "?" on it.

The Riddler's stronghold.

Edward Nygma, also known as the Riddler, is sitting among the monitors in this room.

After his debut not long ago, he had a battle of wits with Batman for a while, but with the biggest setback not long ago - a certain mechanical god-like giant seemed to happen to pass by and casually cracked the trap he carefully prepared to save Batman. After taking away the children he kidnapped - the Riddler temporarily ceased his activities.

During this time, he has been huddled in his hut, leaving no clues or riddles. He stayed at home without leaving the house and did not go out to do anything at all. Therefore, Batman and the GCPD were unable to catch him, so they had to give up for the time being.

But of course he couldn't just give up.

This time he is brewing something bigger than before, a mystery that will last forever, and a grand stage worthy of his status as a super genius.

At this moment, a black shadow slowly emerged from behind him, transforming into a twisted posture in the empty room.

"Edward Nygma."

The Riddler's pupils shrank, he stopped typing on the keyboard, frowned and turned around.

"Who is there?"

"Me? I am the shadow in the hearts of all unwilling people. I am revenge."

The black shadow condensed the posture of the poisonous scorpion demon spirit, and its scarlet eyes were filled with cruelty.

"demon?"

The Riddler is worthy of being one of Arkham's resident VIPs, and he is not at all alarmed by this strange and chaotic situation.

"Devil? No." The poisonous scorpion demon spirit sneered, "My name is the demon spirit Cresus, and I am here to help you."

The Riddler pondered for a moment.

"But you just said you were seeking revenge."

The poisonous scorpion demon opened his mouth, but he blocked the second half of what he had originally planned.

"...That's a conceptual, abstract statement." It explained angrily, "I do seek revenge, but my name is Cresus."

"Man, you guys are so confusing."

The Riddler turned around in his swivel seat and clasped his hands together.

"I bet you don't often go out to discuss business with people, right? I guess you're not often able to deceive fresh souls at your level?"

"I've already said, I'm not a devil, I'm a demon!" The poisonous scorpion demon shook his head and tried to get the conversation back on track, "In short, you have talents, and there is something deep inside that others don't have. of darkness.

We recognize your talent and are willing to remove any obstacles that stand in the way of your dreams! Say your greatest wish, no matter what it is."

The Riddler said without hesitation: "Help me kill that 'Ultraman'."

The poisonous scorpion demon spirit's smile disappeared instantly.

A pair of scarlet eyes widened, staring straight at the Riddler.

You want me to die?

After holding it back for a while, it asked dully: "I thought you wanted to kill Batman. He has been ruining your business, hasn't he?"

"That's something I'd like to think about, but I think I can handle it on my own. After all, he's not as smart as me."

The Riddler smiled triumphantly and crossed his arms.

"But the giant was a variable last time. He ruined my plan out of nowhere, as if he was just passing by at random, and didn't play by my rules at all. I don't like this."

The Poisonous Scorpion Demon Spirit pondered for a moment and said: "I know you are a great designer and a master of riddles. Your masterpiece is impressive."

"Thank you." The Riddler puffed out his chest proudly.

"But I know your ideal is more than that. You want to achieve higher achievements than ever before, design an unprecedented riddle, and become an unforgettable scar for this city, no, this world. Isn't it?

And we have power, extraordinary power that can do anything. "

The demon spirit floated behind him and softly bewitched him.

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

The Riddler thought for a moment.

"Thank you, but no need. I still want to kill that Ultraman."

Demon spirit: "."

It has begun to roar in its heart.

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

Can you change it to another one?

After pondering for a moment, the demon spirit changed the topic and changed its offensive again.

"Or I'm curious, as a riddle master, how do you turn a blind eye to the biggest riddle that appears in front of you?"

"What?" The Riddler was indeed attracted to his attention.

"Batman." The poisonous scorpion demon was persuasive, "Aren't you curious about who is under that mask? That elusive person who is always one step ahead of you.

The one who has solved all your riddles and can always see through the clues you leave behind.

Aren't you curious about that man who is like a mystery in himself? "

The demon's voice echoed ethereally in the darkness, becoming more and more confusing.

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

His eyes flashed with the thirst for knowledge unique to this mad genius.

"That's right," the devil 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 still to destroy that Ultraman."

Demon spirit: "."

No, you did it on purpose, right?

"I can solve Batman's problems myself. It would be meaningless if I didn't uncover the answer myself." The Riddler said.

The demon spirit couldn't bear it any longer, and its whole body was filled with black energy. It had already raised its claws on the Riddler's back, and almost wanted to tear the idiot apart with his hands to vent his anger.

The Riddler then changed the subject: "However, I thought about it and accepted your help. I am indeed planning a decisive battle with Batman, a puzzle of the century.

But you are right, my previous riddles were always solved by him, maybe I do need some back-ups."

The demon spirit retracted its claws that were barely holding back the moment he turned around, pretending to be nonchalant.

"I'm glad we can reach an agreement." It chuckled and said, "Don't worry. As long as we are here, that bat is already a dead bat."

Returning to the stronghold, the poisonous scorpion demon spirit let out a long sigh of relief.

"That human is not in his right mind." It mumbled vaguely, "Do we really need to cooperate with such a lunatic?"

"This is necessary, Cresus."

A shadow appeared in the darkness, it was the owl demon.

"Although Edward Nygma is a madman, he is a madman with ideas, at least among humans. He can help us lead out the 'Batman'. After all, capturing the 'Batman' alive is the real purpose."

"I don't understand this either. Isn't he just a transvestite psycho?" The poisonous scorpion demon spirit wondered, "What do we need him for?"

"He has some things in him that other ordinary people don't have. These make him the best nourishment and sacrifice

It was appointed by 'that lord' himself. "

As he said that, the owl demon glanced at him coldly.

"Do you dare to question what that adult meant?"

"No, I don't dare." The poisonous scorpion demon lowered his head.

The owl demon snorted coldly: "Soon, the day of arrival is coming. When the Lord comes, anyone who dares to block our way will die!"