This was an unusual place to find the Secretary General of the Supreme Council of Antiquities, especially while alone. But it was also unusual for her to have the ability to see through time, or a doctorate at the age of 20, so it was par for the course that Ishizu Ishtar was a woman who did many unusual things.
She sat in Gotham's most nameless bar, a glass of beer with a few sips already gone still forming beads of condensation on the outside.
Despite her diminutive stature, like the rest of her family, she was both blessed and burdened by a strong presence. This was only bolstered by her manner of dress, sleeveless white fabric with a golden neckline only made brighter by the fact she was practically dripping with jewelry, ranging from golden cuffs and anklets to rings bearing turquoise scarabs and inlaid signets. A headdress topped with a familiar golden eye and sharp wings. Far flashier than what she wore for her official appearances. The embodiment of a tomb's hidden treasures.
And of course, the Necklace, which always gave off the impression that it was watching you, despite its inanimacy.
She had found him there, because she knew he would be there-- asking questions about things he very much shouldn't. So she had acted first.
"I am not a woman of violence, Mr. Riddler." Although she certainly could be. "And there are far worse things in this world than being killed."
Hauntingly familiar turn of phrase, wasn't it?
"I'm sure we can come to a suitable agreement, should you be willing to keep your weapons where they belong. I am also more than persistent enough to continue putting walls in your path, but it brings me no joy, and I have other matters to attend to."
