"Edward Nygma. The Riddler. The Prince of Puzzles." Kelly said before slamming the file I front of him. "Start Talking. Where`s the nerve gas you bought?”
“ Thank you so much for telling me my name, along with all my titles. I really forgot what they were. Especially ‘ the Riddler ’ . Would’ve NEVER remembered that one, ” the Riddler sarcastically commented. He also wanted to tell her to SUCK HIS DICK & FUCK OFF. But... Riddler was a gentleman. Or, so, he pretended to be. ( clearly failing with the usage of sarcasm in his mannerisms. ) Therefore, he wouldn’t tell her to leave him alone in such a VULGAR WAY. At least, not right away. Perhaps if she made him angrier later on.
He doesn’t even flinch at the files that were slammed right in front of him, no matter how loud the sound was. All he did was push up on his glasses. “ & also do you really think that would WORK ? Just telling me to start talking, & I’ll do as you said. Really, tell me... what would you do if I DID tell you everything ? Would you be severely shocked ? Or would you have no reaction as you PIGS are really that DENSE ? You clearly know whom I am... & therefore you know I’m not going to tell you so easily. At least, not with a riddle... ”
The Riddler then leaned back in his seat, as though he was a rebellious teenager getting lectured by the principal, rather than being a DANGEROUS CRIMINAL being interrogated by the police. “ Which by the way, I assume your team is too STUPID to solve any of my riddles. ”