#mr riddles

[verdant-star]

I walk in silk or threadbare cloth,

Stand in shadows, draw their wrath.

A ring of color at my throat,

Yet not the kind the law promotes.

You have 3 days. I recommend you hop to it.

@askmrnygma

ARE YOU FU —

@aguydressedasabat COME GET YOUR DAMN ROGUE. OR AT LEAST HELP ME SOLVE HIS PUZZLE AND GET HIM AN ESCAPE ROOM

[askmrnygma]

So what does your Edward look like?

:3

Behold! The Dark Prince of Puzzles! The Cryptid Mystery of Gotham!

Behold! The Riddler!

[askmrnygma]

Merry Christmas Eddie

Tuesday hanged him a box wrapped in green. Inside it contained a fancy silver and green watch, along with a ‘worlds okayest boss’ mug

@miss-tuesday

Come now, Miss Tuesday. Don't spend money on me, it's a sacrifice of your own pay.

Edward cautiously unwrapped the gift.

I swear to God, this better be a written apology on behalf of mankind or something.

He hesitates, almost nervous to look inside.

You know I hardly ever receive anything like this. From anyone really... I can't remember the last.... Anyway.

He pulls the lid off the box like ripping off a band aid. He looks inside and in shock, his breath hitches.

No, no, no, no. You didn't. I can't accept this. This is nice. This is really, really nice. Oh God, this really is for me isn't it?

He clears his throat, removing all emotion from his tone.

Um...very well. Thank you. Thank you dearly. You're dismissed.

Apologies for the late response, I intended to respond to this on Christmas Day however, I did not intend to be, as Jonathan Davis would say, down with the sickness.

[askmrnygma]

Ask Lost Due to A Technical Error!

Anon asked:

How do you go about naming your henches? Like I assume there’s a theme, which I see with Query, but I don’t see it with Echo or Miss Tuesday. Do employees choose for themselves? Or are they earned? Am I forgetting any other names?

Each moniker my staff comes with its own rather personal story, however I have the consent on my left and right hook to share them with you.

Echo, or Nina, goes back further than most. I first met her in 1984, though not through her. I knew her older sister first, Maya. Loud , brash, the sort of woman who loved with her whole body and protected with her whole spine. An activist by instinct if not always by her own organisation. She took up space because no one had ever given her any willingly.

Edward's expression stills slightly, he remembers something.

Maya was quite the individual. She had-- like Nina, she had come from what could only be described as a harsh upbringing. Upbringings like that bring out the deepest instincts of an individual. Maya learned to shield and Nina learnt to watch.

Nina idolised her sister in the way children do when one person becomes proof that escape is possible. Posture, Speech, Fury, Phrases, Nina borrowed it all.

We all took to calling her "Little Echo" since that was exactly what she was.

Years passed. Nina grew, gradually, into someone competent, observant, and sharp in her own right. A functioning adult long before any of us bothered to notice. But even now, Nina still carries her sister with her, in cadence and in instinct.

We all had to drop the "little".

Query, or I suppose D, came into my life in 1987, in a windowless room that smelled of burnt coffee on the other side of Gotham to Nina.

I was contracted onto a quiet little coding project. The room was full of the usual assortment of middle class men whose dear fathers had bought their ticket to belong there.

And then there was Deirdre.

She worked beneath me on paper, hierarchically speaking, but she didn’t behave that way. Street-raised, she didn’t waste words, but when she spoke, it was to ask questions. Not clarifications. Brutal questions. Structural inquiries that exposed just how flimsy most of the assumptions in that room actually were. She interrogated everything. Methodology. Motive. Authority. Even me.

So I did something no one else bothered to do, I gave her time.

At some point, merely as a teasing observation, I told her she was so full of queries she might as well be one.

The name stuck because it was nothing if not accurate.

Miss Tuesday ( @miss-tuesday ), if you would like, do you want to disclose your namesake?