@riddelr said: “they let me drive a tank, can you believe it?”
This is Gotham -- nothing escapes Diana’s belief system. Especially not where the likes of Riddler are concerned. He’s chaos in a two-piece suit; madness drips from his being like wine spilling onto the carpet. Diana frowns, not amused at this city’s little tricks and games. Hardly does she have the time for such gimmicks!
Her fingers reach at her hip, unwinding the lasso from its golden splendor; it strikes the tank like a deviant serpent, swinging around the tires and upending the imposing vehicle entirely. She’ll endure the wrath of Batman later, surely, but the satisfaction of deterring the Riddler’s plan shall be worth the misery of a lecture.









