@imthebutler
Alfred walked a slow circle around where he had Edward Nygma tied to a chair. “Nygma..” He stopped in front of him, hands going behind his back. “Or what nonsense is it you’re calling yourself these days? The Riddler?”
The old soldier knelt down in front of his captive, looking up at the man in the flashy green suit.
“Now. What exactly would bring you to my house, sunshine?”
Ed had seen the butler around several times when he’d still worked with the GCPD. From what he’d seen, the man was rather devoted to the boy. The was a pause before Nygma started struggling in frustration.
“YES. The Riddler---Why is that so hard for people to understand? It’s not a hard name to get through your thick skulls,” he grumbled as he tried to squirm and flail his feet out to get loose. It did nothing but make him look silly and exhaust him. “I am here to see ‘Bruce’. So where is he!?”